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"Have any of you seen Troy?" Gabriella asked the rest of the group curiously as she set her tray down on the red tabletop.

"Nope," Sharpay responded, unconcerned.

"He's with Chad," Taylor informed them. For a split second, Sharpay looked panicked. But she quickly collected herself and looked Taylor in the eye.

"How do you know?" The blonde asked, still seemingly unconcerned.

"Where else would he be? If he's not with us, he's off somewhere with Chad," Taylor shrugged, picking up a cheese-covered fry.

"So Gabi, who was that Valentine from?" Kelsi winked, grinning widely. Gabriella shrugged.

"I can honestly say, I do not know." The sound of a aluminum can hitting the table made everyone jump.

"Gabriella, are you completely oblivious?!" Taylor raised her voice as she stared Gabriella down.

"Wh-what???" The Latina stuttered. Taylor could be pretty intimidating.

"It's obvious who it is!"

"Who?" Taylor opened her mouth to recite the name, but Ryan beat her to it.

"Johnny."

"Johnny?" Gabriella looked even more confused than she did when Taylor told her she knew who the Valentine was from.

"Yea...Johnny...Panini," Ryan lied, as he looked at Gabriella's half eaten sandwich. "New. Drama club. Works backstage. Foreign. No English. Don't bother talking to him. Lunch ladies make soup different today?" He then proceeded to stuff his face with soup and crackers. The whole table gave him strange looks.

"--Troy." Taylor finished, glaring at Ryan.

"Sounds like you're the foreign one," Gabriella commented, letting out a laugh. "You ok?" She asked, still giggling. Ryan's face was now red, and he was coughing, possibly trying to get the soup and cracker out of his trachea. His face finally started to regain its normal colour. "Don't stuff your face next time. Chew, and swallow," She reminded him as if she were talking to a five year old. "Tay, what makes you think it's Troy?" She finally asked, re-engaging in their former conversation.

"What makes you think it's NOT Troy? It's so obvious!"

"If it's so obvious, why don't I see it?"

"I don't know," Taylor shrugged. "Either you're completely oblivious or you just refuse to believe what's right in front of your face." With that, she dumped the remains of her lunch in the trash can then walked off, leaving Gabriella even more confused. She sighed exasperatedly and dropped her head into her hands. She looked up to find the whole table staring at her. "WHAT?" She questioned them all, forcefully. She received quick, immediate responses, almost as if they were frightened of her...(wonder why...)

The warning bell rang and almost everyone in the cafeteria rose (except for the one table full of rebels who most probably hadn't set foot into a classroom for years) to grab their books and head to their last class of the day.

Gabriella subconsciously swerved around and through the crowds of people as she walked away from the cafeteria. Her mind was busy thinking about what Taylor had said. Was it true? Was she just denying it...Refusing to believe it? As she neared her locker, a deep shade of red caught her eye. Taped to the outside of her locker was a single red rose, from which the thorns had been removed.

Gabriella smiled and shakily reached out to grab it. She twirled the flower between her two fingers as she spun the combination on her lock.

As the door swung open, a piece of paper, folded in half, fell out. Handwritten on a sweet smelling piece of paper, was a poem.

Roses are red,

Violets are blue,

Wanna know a secret?

Meet me on the roof at 2

:50

-Your Secret Admirer

P.S: Sorry about that last line. Couldn't find any other way to write it...

Gabriella giggled softly at the last line and stared at the pink piece of paper a little longer, re-reading the poem many more times before she folded it back up. She looked back and forth between the note and the flower. She shut her locker gently and leaned her back up against the cold metal. A million thoughts began to run through her head.

Who could it be?

Why the roof?

Unless...

Well, who else would choose the roof? The only other people who even KNOW about it are...

Chad.

Zeke.

Jason.

And the Science Club.

That's probably it. Probably just one of the guys from the Science Club. Okay, well I guess I'm gonna have to let them down gently...'I'm sorry, I don't like you that way, Norton...'

Gabriella stopped. She finally caught herself. Red-handed. The whole time she was just refusing to believe it. Taylor was right.

The sound of the bell made Gabriella realize she had been standing against her locker for the past ten minutes, thinking, and now she was late for class.

Gabriella walked up to the door quietly, books clutched tightly to her chest, hearing the teacher lecture the rest of the class on puncuality.

"You do not walk into class late and expect not to be punished. When you walk into class late, you are disrupting my lesson..."

Gabriella knocked timidly on the door. She listened as Ms. Miller walked briskly towards the door, the only sound being the sound of her heels clicking against the tile floor.

"Why, hello Ms. Montez. So glad you could join us. I assume you have a valid excuse as to why you are late to my class..." The woman's lips formed a thin line as she watied patiently for Gabriella's response.

"I just...lost track of time." She finally answered, quietly. Ms. Miller nodded curtly and opened the door fully so Gabriella could walk into the classroom. As she walked down the aisle, between the desks, she felt all twenty-six pairs of eyes on her. She finally set down her books and sat down in a vacant seat, feeling the heat rise to her cheeks as she noticed all eyes were still on her.

"Well, I was about to say, before I was rudely interuppted," Gabriella sunk down in her seat. "For the three, now four, people who were late for this class, you will serve fourty-five minutes of detention, starting after the bell rings at 2:45 this afternoon..." Miller kept talking, but Gabriella couldn't hear it. 2:45...fourty five minutes from 2:45...was...definitely not 2:50.

She had yet to think up a plan, and upon hearing the final bell, one last word came to mind.

Shit.

(A/N: Okay, well hope you liked that! Suspenseful, isn't it? We expected to have this out sooner, and sorry for the delay. But a lot of the time when we got together, it didn't end up being very productive. Instead of talks on the story, we ended up talking about how much we hate school and homework and how we can't wait for summer...And we had this one little conversation about teeth...

Anyways, now you know who Norton is :)

Lol, how many of you can relate to having a teacher like that? -ImpactRed and Larabaybee raise hands-

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