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Jamie

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Previously

Sharpay

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.

Gabriella

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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"So this is Kelsi, Martha, Megan, Tyler, Greg, and Vince." The ambitious girl was throwing names left and right, Gabriella patiently trying to keep up with how fast the world was moving right now. All in the matter of a couple of hours, Taylor had remembered the brunette's previous academic accomplishments, and basically plowed her threw the school hallways to meet the rest of the decathlon team.

The decathlon legend shook her head vigorously as an over excited Taylor introduced her to her fellow teammates. Each in turn shaking Gabi's hand with big smiles and shaky, sweaty grips.

"Oh my, it is such an honor to meet you Gabriella!"

"You are like…. a legend!"

"Wow…your pretty….i mean…pretty good at the calculations that you solve!"

"Simply fantastic!"

"You are so great! How did you do it?"

"Erm…hi…" The loud siren bell cried out, echoing though the student filled hallways and the primarily vacant classrooms. The brunette followed her legs out of the classroom, suddenly forgetting about her previous mission to track down her distressed friend.

Making her way around the maze of hallways, she let her expressionless orbs take in the incredible scene swirling around her. Students rushed by all with similar purposes, to get to their next class on time to avoid the potential embarrassment and harassment that came along with being tardy. The familiar beige lockers lined the halls, giving it an eerie feeling, she let her eyes wander down the seemingly never ending hallway, her feet carrying her to her unknown destination.

Sharpay's P.O.V

As if my body was controlled by various switches, like a plane, I was on autopilot. My feet carrying me throughout the school's hallways, my mind remained out of the loop, not knowing when or where my current destination was. It was kind of like seeing your yourself from someone else's point of view, like I was one of the gawking students watching me intently as I traveled, unaware of my destination.

I unknowingly located my next class and glided stiffly to a vacant seat at the back of the classroom, an ear-piercing ring bounced flooded the crowed hallways and the students lounging around the teacher free room dispersed, grabbing a seat.

"All right class, welcome back!" a stiff voice broke the small silence that had fallen over the room. I glanced up to be greeted by an older woman, probably in her late fifties, she was sporting a strained smile that made her narrow pools crinkle up at the sides. The woman was wearing a long tie die coloured dress that swept the floor with every movement, happiness seemed to radiate off her as she dramatically strutted to her oak desk.

The teacher's beady eye scraped the room examining for an unwanted cell phone or ipod that she could confiscate when her eyes landed on my hunched form. I could feel her judging my lack of posture and my large hood that was shielding my grim expression from the rest of the school.

"Ah…Miss…. Sharpay Evans, I am Mrs. Darbus and welcome to advanced drama" clearly expecting a response from me the elderly woman had her arms spread wide in an admiring manner. I shifted my gaze from my scuffed Converse to the teacher and then back down to my shoes. I was quite unhappy when I noticed the basketball god and his moron friends sitting together several seats ahead of me, Troy attempted to smile at me but I flat out ignored him.

"Well class we are going to talk about inspiration today, now one of the most common forms of inspiration is from someone close to you. So I want everyone to share a bit of information on one person that you find inspirational. Lets start with Miss Holden." A petite redhead stood up, her shoulders held high in an overly pompous manner as she spewed her inspirational fact to the class. Darbus circled the room, swooning when her students reveled a sappy picket of information about his or her person of inspiration.

When the harsh sting of the Darbus spotlight landed on me I intently tensed, this was not going to be pretty.

"Miss Evans what would you like to share?"

"…"

"Miss Evans, don't make me raise my voice! Everyone must participate in this activity." Her arms were crossed in an overly dramatic attempt to try to intimidate me. I suppressed a chuckle, she towered over my hunched back, her black bird like eyes clouding over, and she was serious.

I turned my left arm around; I brushed my figures over the lighter skin on the inside of my arm. I started hard at the three letters tattooed in black ink on my arm, JOE, his unmistakable features flashed in my mind like a slide show. His perfect flawless face, his chiseled features, his muscled body, his smile, I felt myself slightly tear at the thought of him, he was my world, and he was taken from me.

"Joe…" his name rolled of my lips as barely a whisper.

"Speak up dear"

"Joe" I said, with more authority this time, I looked up at Miss Darbus through my thick lashes.

"Would you care to elaborate more on this?"

I rose diligently in my seat; I hastily yanked off my oversized sweatshirt hood, spraying my blonde tresses all over my saddened face, I knew that if I refused to participate I would be sent down to the office and then the judge would find out and send me away. "Joe was my inspiration for everything for the longest time, until he was taken from me. What's the point? He's gone and I can't bring him back…"

"Sharpay dear…what do you mean? Just because someone breaks up with you doesn't give you the right to stop trying." Suddenly my sadness evolved into anger, these people didn't know anything about me! I don't need them telling me what I should do with my life!

"Stop! Don't you dare talk about him! You didn't know him! So don't say anything, and didn't you hear me? He didn't leave me, he was TAKEN from me!" I explode fire coating every word, I had had it with all of these stupid preppy people, couldn't they see I just wanted to be left alone! I contemplated storming out of the class room but decided against it, knowing someone would follow me, so I settled for slumping back down in my seat with everyone else avoiding me.

The class erupted in quiet frantic whispers; I recognized one of the voices belonging to one Troy Bolton, just fantastic! I hatefully watched as Darbus walked away from my desk, declaring it free time for the rest of the period.

"Hey Sharpay…? Erm…did Joe, erm…you know, pass on?" I looked up to see Troy, his blue pools swimming in unwanted compassion. Couldn't he see I wanted to be left alone!

"Why do you care?!"

"Sharpay…I just want to help." He tried again. I flung my left arm on my desk, my tattoo became visible, I saw Troy's eyes trace over the letters inked into my arm.

"What is it going to take to get it through your head? I don't want your help." I spoke each word very slowly and clearly, stressing my point to the dimwitted boy standing before me.

"Do you do this all the time?" he inquired a sly grin finding its way onto his face, clearly not grasping my point. I huffed banging my head against the solid wood desk. What was this fools problem!

I made no attempt to keep the hostility and ice out of my irritated response, "Do what?!"

"Push people out like this."

"What are you talking about? You don't even know me!"

"But I'm trying…why wont you let me help you?"

"Because I DON'T NEED ANY HELP YOU STUPID ASS!" The shrill bell rung, signaling the end of this gruesome period and the hellish day, I shoved Troy out of my way grabbing my bag and bolting for the door. His chest was surprisingly well muscled, I had to give him a good hard push to get him to move out of my way.

Troy's P.O.V

I watched, a smirk danced on my lips, Sharpay bolted for the door, desperate to get away. I couldn't help it. She was like this mystery, and I wanted to solve it, I wanted her to find out why she was like this, why she resisted.

A shinny black rectangle caught my eye just as I was about to join the rest of the class in exiting the stuffy class. It was a phone.

I reached out and gingerly picked it up off the dirty tile, I placed one finger on the screen, my curiosity getting the best of me and I filed through the phone. The contact list was locked, as well as all of the reaming files on the iphone. Whose phone is this? I wondered, who would be careless enough to leave an iphone just lying on the floor on a school classroom.

With one last attempt on how to locate the phone's owner, I checked the caller's list. The list was surprisingly short, only two calls. One was from someone named Gabs and the more recent one being from someone named Nick. I mentally searched the people in my Drama class, knowing that this phone wasn't there when class had began, so someone in class must have dropped it.

It wasn't Chad's, Kelsi's, Alexis', Brad's, Jason's, Andy's, George's, or Noah's…. I proceeded through the list of students and my concussion was shattering.

The phone was Sharpay's!

"Sharpay!" I ran from the classroom, looking for the fiery blonde, the hallways were littered with people but Sharpay wasn't among the large herd. I stopped short, realizing that Sharpay was probably long gone by now, I cradled the black device in my hands, and maybe Gabriella knew where Sharpay was.

No one's P.O.V

The brunette huffed loudly as she struggled with the crumbling weight of her science books. Surprisingly, Gabriella was staring to like this school, she was admired and she got a change to share her talents.

"Stupid Mother Fu--!"

"Gabriella!" The brunette was cut off in the middle of her not so nice rant, she wiped around at the sound of her name. Troy jogged frantically waving his hands like a psycho manic, the petite Einstein noted the small black device held firmly in the basketball boy's hand.

"Can I help you?" Gabi cringed still putting immense force on the hard cover books.

"Yeah, where's Sharpay? I have something to give her" Troy demanded, his sparkling blue orbs wide with desperation, the teen shot out two well muscled arms and twisted them around the brunette, shaking her like a rag doll.

"Let me go!" Gabi wriggled free from the desperate boys harsh grip rubbing her arms forcefully. Mocha pools traced the basketball teen before her, her eyes flashing over the black phone clutched in his cold grasp. Snaking one lean arm around the flustered star she successfully rapped her fingers around the small device and withdrew.

"Shar's phone?" The puzzled girl inquired after carefully inspecting the item currently in her hands.

"Yeah…that's what I wanted to give to her"

"So why are you here talking to me?" the brunette let her fingers move rapidly across the touch screen, investigating the mystery of the blonde's phone. The sudden thundering pounding of footsteps bounced off the walls, signaling the appearance of someone.

"Gabs! Lets get out of here NOW!" The unmistakable cry flowed thought the stiff air, Sharpay can to a screeching halt when she saw the hunched figure standing next to her best friend.

"Bolton! Why wont you leave me alone!"

"I have something that belongs to you…" Troy, smiled politely at the tempered blonde, his ice orbs shinning as he spoke. The blonde's eyes immediately ran up and down the smiling boy before her, she scanned him for anything that was rightfully her's.

"It your phone Shar…" Gabi finally spoke up. Sharpay's eyes flashed dangerously, and as if on cue the black phone started vibrating furiously. The brunette jumped slightly at the sudden shaking and glanced down at the phone before Sharpay could snatch it away. The light up screen flashed NICK in big bold letters.

"Give me my phone!" The blonde's face was flushed with anger; she extended on arm quickly and grabbed the phone back, violently shoving it into her bag. In another quick motion she wrapped her slim fingers around the Hispanic's wrist and tugged hard.

With out so much as a goodbye Sharpay disappeared out of the school doors dragging Gabriella along for the ride. Troy couldn't' help by smirk…she was intriguing and a mystery that he wanted so desperately to solve.

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Okay this chapter was so bad because I wrote it in like no time…so year sorry….the next one will be better

Jamie