Chapter 4
Troy was running. He was trying to figure out a way that he could get rid of the joint in his pocket. He didn't want to waste the 40 bucks worth of weed that he bought this morning. He also didn't want his dad to know that he smoked, because he would defiantly get kicked out of his house then.
Troy was way ahead of the officers. There was no way that he would get caught if he kept running. But his dad would never let him back in his house. What to do?
"Whatever." He said.
Troy thrusted his hand in his left pocket and threw that bag away from himself as he was running. He ran for a bit longer and just stopped. Right where he was. Right where he would be put in handcuffs. Right where he saw his father just shake his head and walk away.
Never would he think that he would be arrested for trying to play some basketball. Never. And never by his own father. His own father turned him in. for trying to play basketball. Trying to have some clean fun. Sick bastard.
Troy was pushed to the ground with a thud. His face rubbing on the hard cement. No doubt in his mind he would have a scrape on his face the next morning.
"You are being arrested for trespassing."
"Whatever." Troy said.
As Troy was being put in handcuffs a million and one things were running through his head. What would his mother think what would happen with him and his dad? What would Chad think of him? What about the school? Would they find out about the weed? Would Ricky stop selling to him because he got caught? What about the new girl?
Wait! Why was he thinking about her? He didn't even know her name. And he hates her. Or does he? Is he trying to impress her? Or is she just there? Why does he care? He doesn't know her. So why does he feel bad about this? Why does this girl make him feel like he needs to go back to his old ways?
GOODMORNING EAST ALBUQUERQUE! Its 6:07 in the a.m. on this beautiful Tuesday morning! This is Rick Swan reporting live from your favorite radio station KZIA! So wake your lazy bums up 'cause its time for school! Here's the Jonas Brothers in Burnin' up!
Gabriella lazily rolled over and pushed the snooze button. She was dreading today. Her second day at East High. Not because she was still the new girl. But because of everything that happened yesterday.
Yesterday had been the worst day of her life. She didn't want to go back. She was afraid of being made fun of. She didn't want anything to happen to her moms car. She didn't want to think about what else could happen. She didn't know why she didn't know what was so different about east High than any other school. She didn't understand why they were so mean.
One her way to school, Gabriella kept thinking of possible reasons why people could hate someone they don't know. She couldn't come up with a good enough reason. It just wasn't fair. She was new. She should be getting bullied.
She didn't like the idea of someone hating her so much that they broke her window.
Walking into homeroom, Gabriella noticed an African-American girl sitting near the back by Chad.
" He really got arrested?" she asked.
" Yes, yes he did Taylor. For trespassing. I should have too." Chad said while looking down.
"NO! your on the basketball team. You have every right to be there. Now that drug-dealer--" Taylor was cut off.
" HE'S MY FRIEND!" Chad yelled.
" Yeah a good friend he is."
" Hey." Gabriella said before things got really out of hand.
" Hey what's up?" Chad asked.
" I'm not trying to sound rude, but who were you two just talking about?" Gabriella asked.
" Troy Bolton." Said the African-American girl." I'm Talyor McKessie."
" Nice to meet you." Gabriella said timidly." Whose this Troy Bolton?"
" He's no one you want to get caught up with Gabs. Just stay clear of him." Chad said while he smiled at her.
" Okay…."
"Good morning class. How was your evening?"
A series of "goods" rang through out the classroom.
"That's wonderful. Now whose not here? Bolton?" Mrs. Darbus asked no one.
For the rest of homeroom Gabriella sat and talked with Taylor and Chad. Gabriella figured out that her and Taylor had Math together and lunch. And they lived on the same street.
As the bell rang Gabriella got up and walked out the door. Now with another new friend today was going to be fun.
Troy sat in his holding cell. Bored out of his mind. He couldn't believe that his father would do something like that to him. And to have his old best friend watch him. It pissed his off. Not only was he missing out on smoking but on school. Where he got his weed.
He wondered how long he would have to be here. Two days? Two months? Two years? For trespassing? No. Why was he in here? All that he was doing was playing basketball. A game. A game that has gotten him in trouble many times before.