A/N: I'm sorry for the long wait, but you'll forgive me! I have SATs coming up, so I won't be writing a lot; but soon as it hits the middle of May, i'll have an uploading fest where I promise that I'll have atleast 3 a week (from all stories I write, as I'm thinking of posting something new up, even though Gabi's diary has hardly started) anyway, enjoy the chapter!

Disclaimer: I don't own anything except the Plot and OCs (i.e. Nessa (to some extent), Noel, Vicki, Melanie, Mark, Dale, Keith...etc (Mark, Dale and Keith won't be making loads of appereance but they'll come up from time to time, more when school starts! D)

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Chapter seven: Melanie and The Boys.

It's been about three weeks since I moved to Albuquerque with my mom.

It's been three weeks since I met Troy Bolton.

And it's been nearly three weeks since we, meaning Troy and I, have been 'Friends with Benefits.'

I'm gonna say one thing.

It is not going well.

Troy and I act exactly like a couple, but aren't dating and refuse to say we are when asked. I now understand how I remind Vicki of her best friend Nat.

Vicki left for University of Albuquerque yesterday. Only a half hours drive to there. She says that she's told Nat everything about me and will show her a photo of me when she first meets her on campus.

She also told me that she and Nat are coming here for the whole of Christmas vacation. That means two whole weeks with her and Nat here.

There's one bad thing about Albuquerque. I haven't made friends with any girls of my age. I've surely made at least about 13 enemies'; but no friends.

Let me explain. Troy was worried about me. He wanted me to have some girlfriends to hang with for the rest of summer and at school.

He knows that I've already made a strong relationship of hate with this stalker-like person who has a very obsessive crush on my boyfriend-to-be, aka, him. Her name is Sharpay Evans and she's really rich.

The other twelve enemies I have made are the Varsity Cheer team. Well, most of them, anyway.

I met them all one day, at the mall with Troy, we were both messing around; the usual, cuddling, kissing each others noses, and, for him, carrying me around everywhere.

They were all standing there near 'Frankie & Benny's' all dressed in their EHS cheer outfits. 'How very sad.' I thought, until Troy whispered that it was probably their summer practice today.

I nodded as he wrapped his arms around me, standing behind me rocking from side to side, I grinned; "Makes sense…"

I rolled my eyes as I saw them walk our way; obviously spotting Troy.

I thought that Troy would take his hands off of me once he saw them coming, but he stayed in exactly the same position, which was perfectly fine for me; but, obviously not for those girls standing in front of me.

"Hey, Troy!" one of them, a tall blonde with bright green eyes and freckles splattered across her nose and lightly tanned skin.

I rolled my eyes, typical.

Troy touched his forehead; "Uhhh…Hey…it's Melanie…right?"

The girl, Melanie, arranged her face into an outraged expression; "You forgot my name. My name; my name. How could you do that to me, Troy?! I am head cheerleader. You can't forget my name."

"A bit…self-centred, aren't we?" I replied quickly, defending Troy. He had told me that he hated the cheerleaders, a bit less than Sharpay; but hated them, all the same.

The outraged expression on Melanie's face turned into an irritated expression.

"And who are you to tell me that?!" I rolled my eyes; Troy replied quickly, "She's my girlfriend, actually."

I glanced at him, smiling. The girls' faces all had 'Oh-My-God-that-is-so-illegal!' expressions on them. Troy smirked at me; Melanie was the first to 'recover.'

"O-oh…r-right…." She clenched her fists, trying to get self-control and not flood the place with tears; obviously.

Troy filled me in while Melanie was gaining self-control.

"Apparently, she's had a crush on me since last year, and some people say that she even tried to commit suicide when she heard a rumor about me moving to LA; or something as stupid, which wasn't even true!" I raised my eyebrows in surprise, "Really…? That's pretty bad." He nodded slowly, "One problem."

"What's that?" I asked; he grinned widely, "There are two, actually. One, I absolutely hate her and her self-centred nature. Two, I love you too much to even nightmare about anyone else in my arms." I rolled my eyes, "How cute; but why do you hate her so bad?"

He shrugged, "I dunno…I just do…she's one of those people…you know what I mean, right?" I nodded, I knew exactly what he was talking about; arrogant, egoistic, stupid, filthy rich, snobby bad girls. Like this one girl back in New York, called Brittany; she thought that everything, and when I say everything, I mean absolutely everything revolved around her, and only her. She was so nosey; she always knew what's going on in everyone's lives and twisted their truths. For example, this one boy, his name was Mark, I think…he had Leukaemia, but it was going, so there was exactly a 95 chance that he'd survive.

He was new to the city, so no-one really knew him, so he never had any close friends; he'd also decided not to tell anyone about his Leukaemia, as he knew that they'd probably give him fake sympathy.

He, then, met Brittany. She hung out with him for a while; he told her his whole life.

After about a month, she left him all alone.

The next day a blog entry was posted on the school's Bebo site. Everyone went on there, all the time. It wasn't blocked on the computers at school, because even some teachers used it.

The blog entry was the whole of Mark's life; but twisted.

In real life, he came from California and had Leukaemia with a 95 chance of living; he was living with both his birth parents and had two brothers, one older and one younger.

According to Brittany's blog, he came from Connecticut and had Leukaemia with a 5 chance of living; he lived with his foster mother and had one little sister.

Like he'd feared, everyone in the school gave him so much fake sympathy, a bit too dramatic, some of them; that when he left school after a normal day in April last year, he never came back, not the next day, not ever.

A few weeks after Mark's mysterious disappearance, a new blog entry appeared on the Bebo site; it said, 'I've moved back to California. My Leukaemia has been cured, as it was very weak with a 5 not 95 chance of killing me. I'm back here, home, with both my parents and both my brothers; older and younger. I hope you've learnt your lesson not to trust Brittany Monroe. I know that I certainly have. '

It was really short, but everyone knew what it meant but they all forgot about him, except Brittany; she left the city after 3 weeks of living in pure hell. I think she went to Connecticut herself, apparently her aunt lived there; her rich aunt who loved her more than her own son. Weird.

"Troy Bolton…I have about 5 questions to ask you; number one, why do you have a girlfriend, other than me? Number two, Why is your girlfriend her not me? Number three, what do you see in her that you don't see in me? Number four, who is she? And I haven't got a number five, so…yeah…" Okay, Melanie was overreacting just a little bit. I guess Troy had to answer her questions, or she'll have her cheerleaders on him…not to mention me!

"Ummm…I love her, she's a helluva more amazing than you; and I hate you…she's way better than you…any day; you're nothing in my life…not now, not ever."

Melanie started crying. Literally; sobbing really loudly.

I think she did this for attention; but the only attention she got was from the cheerleaders. I rolled my eyes, and turned to Troy; "Let's go, I'm not in the mood to watch someone blub all their life over my soon-to-be-boyfriend."

He nodded, glanced at Melanie, smirking; then putting his arms around me, he kissed my forehead. I smiled, "Let's go." He said.

Well, that was two whole weeks ago. The first time, and I wish last time I saw Melanie

I heard a knock on my bedroom door; "It's open." I shouted at whoever was behind my door.

I turned back to my book; P.S. I love you.

Back in New York; I'd watched the movie, and been all 'Oh My God, I really want that book!' only because I'd heard that the book had about fifty pages of more stuff than the movie.

Nessa had given it to me at the airport when me and mom were leaving, 'Kinda like a leaving present' she's said; 'You'd always wanted it after seeing the damned movie; so I thought, why not get it for you' she had tried to lighten the depressing mood that we were leaving in, it ended in tears, as it was really unlikely that I'd ever meet her again, until I'd graduated or something.

I had taken me the whole plane journey and a day to finish the book; but I kept on reading it over and over again; I lost count.

I didn't realise that the person who had been knocking on the door had come inside. I didn't notice them until they nuzzled my neck and kissed my forehead; "Hey baby"

I smiled; Troy was always so good to me that it was unreal.

"Hey Troy, what brings you up here at 10 pm from basketball on the T.V that you were watching with Chad, Jason, Zeke, Mark, Dale and Keith downstairs and the five huge bag of chips we bought from Wal-Mart?"

My question was a bit long for him to process, "You." I giggled, "Yeah, I have that kind of effect on people…"

"Yeah you do…" he gazed adoringly into my eyes…

I moved onto my bed, leaving space for him on one side; as my bed was queen sized.

"Brie…?"

I looked up from my book, he was looking down at the book, "I swear that this is, like, the billionth time that you've read this book…!"

I shrugged, "And...?"

"It's pretty boring, you don't spend your time making out with me anymore; all you do is read you soppy love stories over and over again!"

I rolled my eyes, "At least I read something! You probably haven't read a single book since, what, third grade or something!"

He looked at me apologetically, I grinned and pecked his lips; he seized his chance to start a fiery make out session…something we actually hadn't done since last night!

Someone knocked on the door at 1 am.

"Dude! Troy! Are you in here!?"

It was Chad. I rolled my eyes at my sleeping boyfriend, who'd been asleep for the past half hour. After our series of make out sessions, which lasted about 3 hours; we'd both changed into our something to wear at night; well, Troy wearing boxers and me wearing shorts and a tank top. Then we started making out again, then I was 'Like Whoa, stop.' 'cause we were all…very immersed in each other…I think you get what I mean, and I didn't want to become a teenage mom.

So I read my book while Troy kept on kissing my cheek and nuzzling my neck, until he fell asleep…

"Yo! Troy! Are you there?"

I rolled my eyes, "Hold on, Chad! I'm coming to unlock the door."

"Finally…" he muttered, but loud enough for me to hear.

I twisted the lock on my door and opened it slowly, "Shhhh…he's asleep…" I whispered.

Chad rolled his eyes as he padded inside. He looked around my room that was much more personalized than it had been when he's last seen it about three weeks ago. "Nice pad…very homey…" I smiled, and then spotted Troy, he was rubbing the sleep out of his eyes, I grinned, "Hey Troy looks who's here."

He looked up, "H-hey, Chad, what's up?" he yawned, obviously tired.

Chad stared at him sarcastically, "Oh nothing…I just thought that I'd come up here at three am and say bye."

"Oh." Troy looked a bit embarrassed…I giggled.

"Well, I'll let you two get on with your byes; I'll be downstairs cleaning up." Obviously; as guys are…guys; they leave mess everywhere like carbon dioxide!

Chad waved his hand in the air as if to say, 'Don't-worry-about-that-it's-been-dealt-with'

"Zeke is a neat-freak; he cleaned everything up; no worries!"

I shrugged, "Okay…I'll be downstairs…"

As I turned to go, I heard Troy, "No." One single word made me freeze in my tracks. I turned around, "What?" I asked, hinting a bit of impatience…

"Don't go…" he put a mischievous expression on his face. I rolled my eyes and said, "Look Troy…I'm going downstairs…I hate to break it to you, but I don't want to become a teenage mother!"

He grumbled and mumbled quietly, I caught phrases like, 'Well it was only an idea to kill time…' and 'It's not like I'd run off leaving you if you did get pregnant…I'd have nowhere to go, anyway...'

I rolled my eyes and made my way downstairs, knocking into Jason on the way, "Be warned, he's in a bad mood because I'm not prepared to lose my virginity to him today…" He grinned, "And you guys are still trying to convince yourselves that you're not dating…I think you should give up! Oh and by the way, could you get Zeke to come up here…?" I rolled my eyes and watched him walk upstairs and into my room after slowly closing the door behind him.

I heard the lock click, and knew that he'd locked my bedroom door…obviously to discuss something with the two guys inside…

Downstairs, I bumped into Zeke and Mollie; "Jason asked if you could go up to my room…" he nodded and smiled, "Be right back…or maybe not...but yeah…"

I rolled my eyes and petted Mollie, while watching Zeke go upstairs…I wonder what those guys are up to…A little eavesdropping might ease my problem…

A/N: Have nothing to say...really...it's a cliffy...really...okay, I hope you enjoyed! Expect a new story/oneshot soon (depends how I feel, if I'm in a REALLLLLY good mood it'll be a story AAANNNDD a oneshot; if I'm in a good mood, it'll be story; if I'm in an okay mood, it'll be a oneshot; if I'm in a bad mood, then it'll probably be nothing! Hint: Review make me happy!!!!!!!!!

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