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Previously…

"I guess you're not to found of us eh Pay"

"DON'T call me pay ever again!" she seethed, Gabriella stared at her friend, her face expressing a range of emotions, shock, confusion and anger. She knew that Sharpay never liked being called Pay but she never knew why, her and Sharpay never talked about their lives before they met.

Troy let a sly smile slip onto his face, he slipped into the vacant seat next to Sharpay, he moved swiftly like a tiger stalking his prey. "All you had to do was ask…Pay"

Sharpay's eyes flashed with what Troy thought was sadness like she was reminiscing in the past but her emotions changed so quickly to hate and despise that it was impossible to tell. With in seconds the pissed off blonde had East High's basketball star pined down to the dirty cafeteria table, his arm bent painfully behind his back.

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"What the fuck?!" Troy's protest came out as more of a grunt due to the fact that his right arm was painfully digging into this upper back. Despite Troy's plea, Sharpay didn't lose her death grip, if anything she pressed his body harden into the plastic wooden table, earning a small groan from her victim.

Troy realized that she wasn't about to let up, so instead of giving her the satisfaction of hearing him suffer, Troy kept quite, letting no sound escape his lips no matter how much pain he was in.

Ryan was in total shock, in the matter of a second Sharpay had pinned his best friend to the nasty cafeteria table, probably on the verge of breaking his right arm. The blonde drama king blinked his crystal pools in hopes that the image in front of him would disappear but when he opened his eyes, sky blue met with the ocean blue orbs, swimming in pain, of none other THE Troy Bolton. Ryan whipped his head to the side, spraying his blonde tresses messily across his forehead, Chad, Taylor, Kelsi, Zeke and Martha had their mouths hanging open, sprawled out on the floor, Kelsi turned to Ryan and gave a quick nod. Quickly the two musically talented students maneuvered their way over to the struggling basketball star.

Sharpay leaned down very close to Troy's tense body so that her lips slightly grazed his ear; she slightly increased the pressure of her left hand, which was currently keeping Troy's upper chest on the table. "What was that?" she breathed, her hot breath and silky voice sent Troy's senses spiraling out of control.

When the blonde received no answer she released her harsh grip on the boy and took a small step back, she lifted one hand and raked it through her rebellious silky locks. The sudden quick movement made Troy's approaching friends flinch in fear. A smirk graced her slightly flushed face, she liked it that way, when she was feared no one bothered her, no one tried to get close to her, and no one tried to figure out why she was so cold hearted.

Troy hoisted himself up off of the table, his arm finally free, and turned to face Sharpay once more. The anger bubbled inside of the basketball star, threatening to surface, he took two much needed deep cleansing breaths to calm down. He turned, keeping a calm exterior, and came face to face with Sharpay once again, he opened his mouth to speak but was quickly cut off by a clearly pissed off Ryan.

"What the fuck was that! You almost broke his arm!" Sharpay walked over to Gabriella, who as it seemed, had fallen under a trance, her mind unable to put together a coherent sentence.

"I told you not to call me that"

"That was completely, irrational and uncalled for! And really bitchy!" Taylor jumped in immediately to defend Troy's honor. Sharpay simply raised a perfectly shaped brow in response, clearly unaffected by Taylor and Ryan's words.

"Okay look here Sharpay—"

"No, you look, I don't like being called Pay! Only HE can call me Pay! So back off, or next time I WILL break your arm!" The agitated delinquent angrily collected her tattered backpack and her ripped notebook and stormed out of the now silent cafeteria.

Gabriella silently collected her possessions and started to make a beeline for the door, to get her friend, she wanted some answers, who was the him that she was talking about. The rest of the gang equally confused at what was going on, no one made a move to stop the fleeing brunette.

As the cafeteria doors swung open and closed rhythmically, only one question played in everyone's mind; who was Sharpay talking about and why didn't she like being called Pay?

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Sharpay P.O.V

I can't believe I just said that! Ugh! Now Gabi is going to what to know all about HIM and my life before I met her. I ran as fast as my legs would carry me, I had to get away and forget, I needed to forget.

As I rounded a corner I skid passed a slightly ajar set of twin doors, there was a off white plank nailed on the right wall beside the two doors, in bold black letters it read MUSIC ROOM A. it seemed as if my legs shut down, and as much as I wanted to run away from this room and get as far away from music as I could, they wouldn't let me. I ripped my gaze from the plank and let it graze over the neatly tiled floor and onto my scuffed black Converse.

I watched intently as my right arm advanced towards the open door, it was like I had no control over my body, the thwacking sound of shoes hitting the tiled floor bounced off the empty walls of the school and danced around my ears. She was coming; I felt my legs kick in, one small step after the other carrying me closer to my greatest fear. The doors were pushed open, I felt my eyes instantly close, afraid of what they would find inside. My size 7 feet still carried me forward, not listening to my mind's screaming pleas to stop.

As if on cue, and against my will, my eye's flew open, I was greeted with any musician's greatest fantasy, piano's lined the floors, glossed to perfection, acoustic, and electric guitars were sitting in their black leather covered cases, amps varying in different sizes stood in a classic pyramid form, were situated beside the guitars. Flues, violins, cellos, and other string instruments were hanging in secured glass cases that were pinned to the wall and several drum sets and percussion instruments sat together on the far wall. A large curtained stage, fully equipped with stairs, lights and a soundboard sat just to the left of me.

I felt the tears well up in her brown orbs, threatening to fall. Suddenly a violent rumbling broke out causing me to jump back in fright, my shaking tanned hand flew to the deep pockets of my navy hoodie, I stuck my hand inside, trying to relax, my hand retreated, reviling my vibrating cell phone. Since me and Gabs had had our phones confiscated when we went to juvi, Ms. Montez took the liberty of buying both of us brand new iphones, in a sad attempt to get Gabi to warm up to her.

I pulled out the small black device; thankfully I still had my old number, without bothering to look at the caller identification that flashed across the scratch free screen, I pressed TALK and rested the phone on my undressed ear.

"Hello?"

"Erm…Pay…is that you?" A deep male voice questioned. I felt my eyes widen, there were only two people who called me that, and it was one of the names I used to go by as a child.

"Ye..Y…Yes…Nick?" I felt my heart stop for what seemed like an impossibly long time. The person on the other line drew in a quick, nervous breath.

"Yeah, Catfish it's me" I felt the waterworks work up again at the mention of my treasured nickname, Nick was one of my oldest and best friends, him and his brother, Joe, made that nickname up for me when we were kids playing by the old abandoned creek. All of the memories tumbled back in like a thrashing avalanche.

"Nicky…I—"

"Catfish…November 13th is in two days…you remember don't you?"

I felt my chest tighten at the mention of the date I have been dreading. That very day was going to be the 19th birthday of the boy I loved, until the accident. One that exact day, five months ago, I lost the love of my life, Joe Stokes, (Nicks brother) and that was the day I became the coldhearted bitch I am today.

"Yeah, Nicky I remember, I--"

"Me and my mom want you to come with us…you know to visit Joe. He would have wanted you to be there for his birthday."

"I want to come…" My voice came out as barely a whisper.

Normal P.O.V

Gabriella came to a screeching halt in the hallway; the pit pat of Sharpay's footsteps had stopped, her trail had run cold. Gabi's mocha coloured pools scanned her surroundings, waiting for any recognition that her blonde tempered friend was near by but nothing came.

With a defeated sigh Gabriella swiveled her feet and started to retrace her steps, to find her way back to the cafeteria, she had been in such a frantic rush to find Shar that she forgot to pay attention to where she was going. She kept her orbs focused on her ratty Vans as she made her way through the confusing series of hallways and pathways leading throughout the school. Not even ten steps into her journey, Gabi felt herself collide with another body, with a harsh jerk of her head, Gabi fell back onto the stone cold tile, her brunette locks sprayed out on the polished floor.

The brunette raised her head cautiously, mentally preparing herself to face whatever had knocked her down. "What where you going!" she jeered.

"Oh my gosh I am so sorry! I'm Taylor…." The tall cappuccino skinned girl stood there all smiles as extended a strong arm to help Gabi up. The suddenly lull in her speech told Gabriella that she was expecting for the brunette to tell her, her name.

"It's Gabriella" She replied curtly, helping herself up.

Taylor's eyes budged out of her head, "You're Gabriella Montez! THE Gabriella Montez! Wow!"

"Wha…How do you know me?"

"Are you kidding? How do I not know you! You're the girl who single handedly won the decathlon for her old High School! You're a legend!" The over excited girl grabbed Gabi's unoccupied hand had shook it vigorously. So her old school reputation had gotten around now had it. She was shocked that the girl acting completely star stricken remembered her decathlon accomplishments.

"You're on the Decathlon team?"

"Yeah! But our school hasn't won the tournament yet. I can't wait to introduce you to the rest of the team!" The utterly confused brunette found herself being plowed forward by the eager girl, steering her down the unfamiliar hallways of the school.

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Okay so this wasn't a very good chapter but I kind of gave you a better background of the girls. Tell me what you think and R&R please!!

PEACE

Jamie!