A/n: Sorry I haven't updated in a long time. Thanks for all of the reviews. I accept constructive criticism, but please no flames. I almost stopped my story because of one. I happen to know a lot about OCD, and some types of it are not the same. So, I'm basing my story on the type I know.

Disclaimer: I do not own High School Musical or any of its characters.

Gabriella was waiting on the bus as her classmates filed in. She couldn't stop thinking about the dreadful news of last night. She realized that she had been behaving strangely. If she felt like something sitting in the hallway could possibly trip someone, she felt like she had to move it. She over-washed her hands to the point that they were red and dry, because she didn't want anyone to get sick. She would never-

"Hey, Gabi!" said a smiling Troy as he slid next to her. Gabriella wasn't upset that her train of thoughts was interrupted. She was glad to have someone to talk to.

"Hi!" said Gabriella, adjusting her position so she could face Troy.

Troy pulled a yellow rose out of his backpack and handed it to Gabriella.

"Aww! Thanks. That's so sweet!" said Gabriella, smelling the beautiful flower.

When the bus finally stopped in front of East High, Gabriella and Troy walked in together, hand-in-hand. (MAKE OUR DREAMS CO-OME TRUE!!!! hehe, sorry) The couple parted when they got to the lockers.

"Gaby! How was your date? Oh my gosh, it took you two forever to get together!" exclaimed an overly-excited Taylor.

Showing Taylor the rose Troy had given her, Gabriella happily said, "We're a couple!"

"WHAT?!?!" yelled Sharpay, who had obviously been listening to their conversation. "Did you say Troy Bolton is going out with you?"

"Umm-"

"Yes, he is," interrupted Taylor, "Is something wrong with that?"

"No...I was just...curious," said Sharpay. She stomped away, mumbling something about "a nerdy little mouse."

Taylor smirked. "I'll see you in Math," she said, fast-walking down the crowded hall so that she could get a front-row seat in math.

Gabriella sighed and squeezed hand sanitizer onto her over-washed hands.

DING! DING!

Gabriella quickly walked down the hall. She didn't want to be tardy for her second favorite class, Science being her first.

She walked in and took a seat in between Taylor and Troy.

"It's nice of you to join us, Miss Montez," said Gabriella's Math teacher

"I'm sorry, Ms. Robins," said Gabriella, taking out her number two pencil.

"Now that everyone's here," said Ms. Robins, "we can start our Math exam. Your answer page is only where you put markings. Please do not write in your test booklet. I've just handed out scrap paper. Any questions?"

Ryan's hand shot up.

"Yes, Ryan?"

"How do you spell 'Math'?" asked Ryan while adjusting his sparkly hat.

"...Just try your best, Mr. Evans. Class, you may begin," said Ms. Robins.

Gabriella looked at her first question. It was quite simple for her. She was about to fill in the "C" bubble when she suddenly felt as though something was wrong. Gabriella felt the very lead in her pencil was somehow dirty. She thought that if the lead from the pencil goes onto the paper, the paper would get dirty, also. If Ms. Robins touched the paper to grade it, she could get dirty and sick. Gabriella knew her thoughts were nonsense, just her Obsessive Compulsive Disorder acting up on her, but something inside her made her feel that if she did mark the paper, bad things could happen. She felt she could harm her teacher just by simply filling in a "C" bubble. Instead of debating with herself about if she should fill in her answer with the "dirty" lead or not, Gabriella took out another pencil and started answering the test questions. She realized that having OCD would not be easy.

A/n: Sorry it was another short one. Also, I'm sorry nothing in this chapter really happened. I just needed to show that OCD was hard for Gabriella and she was acting a little differently.