Who's Steve
Who's Steve?
(Chapter 3)
Disclaimer: As you very well know I do not own the characters of HSM, but however I DO own Amber Reagan, Steven Matthew and Amanda Connors.
A/n: So sorry for not updating, my computer was not cooperating you see, it got corrupted.
The bell rang and just as Gabriella Montez started taking the books out of her locker, a breathless and running Taylor, stopped at Gabriella's side. "Wow, now that was early," said Gabriella sarcastically. Taylor frowned and said, "I wouldn't have been that late if Chad hadn't kept me up late last night texting me." "You might as well have just called one another and saved the time," said Gabriella as they made their way to class. "Although your parents might not like it," continued a thoughtful Gabi. "You know you contradict yourself with every speech of yours?" asked Taylor laughing at what Gabi had said.
"And did you know that you are late for class?" a dreadful voice stopped them dead in their tracks. It was Mr. Johnson, their math teacher looking a little angry. "I'm disappointed in you both. I expect better behavior in the future. Now, take your seats without further delay," said Mr. Johnson. "Yes sir, we're sorry," they replied looking guilty and sat in their usual seats. They were doing coordinate geometry that day and as Mr. Johnson droned on and on Gabi found her concentration ebbing away. "Psst!" whispered Ryan who was sitting behind her. Looking behind her, she found a note thrust before her and she quickly grabbed it. It was a note from Taylor. She could have recognized the scrawny handwriting anytime.
A/n: Taylor's writing is in italics, Gabi's in bold. And they're passing notes, in class, yes.
What's with you today? Why aren't you taking notes?
It's not my fault Mr. Johnson makes math so boring.
Math whiz Gabi finds math boring? Wow, the sun must have risen in the west today.
Haha, as if. How come you're not taking notes?
Need you ask? My hand still aches after texting Chad last night.
Alas, lovers by day, texters at night. Parting is such sweet sorrow.
Are you quoting Shakespeare? You sure you don't have a fever?
What's with the notes, you guys? Are you both on your period or something?
Ryan, you know you're very lucky Mr. Johnson is no longer facing the blackboard, or you'd be in deep pain believe me. And no Tay, I don't have a fever. I'm just so bored with life, school, and studies…isnt there anything more to life?
I was only joking, you know that. :)
Ok, now there's a reason to panic. Please don't drop out Gabi. Whatever is bothering you, it isnt worth it! Ryan, I so agree with what Gabi just said to you.
Okay peoples, I just apologized! And by the way, Tay, your boyfriend just farted. I think I'm gonna pass out.
Oh, thanks for grossing me out, Ryan, but go ahead and pass out, it just might get you out of class. Like I said, it's boring. And Tay? I wasn't thinking of dropping out at all.
Sure. My pleasure.
To Gabi: Oh.
To Ryan: I did not need to know that, Ryan.
Well, you can pass out now, Ryan. I'll volunteer to take you to the school nurse. Just pass this to Tay before you pass out. See you later, Tay.
Ok.
So true to his word Ryan passed out, or more precisely managed to stage a faint and all of a sudden his head fell onto his table with a dull thud. "Oh my God, Mr. Johnson, it looks like Ryan's fainted," said Gabi. He them looked at Ryan whose head was still on the table lying still. He then made his way to his desk and shook him awake roughly splattering water all over Ryan in hopes of getting him up which Ryan eventually did. "What's wrong, boy? Are you okay?" asked Mr. Johnson. "I'm feeling weak, I don't feel so good," groaned a Ryan in pain. 'Boy is he a born actor or what' thought Gabi. "Ok, Mr. Ryan you better go see the school nurse. And maybe-", "I could take him there, if it's alright, Mr. Johnson" interrupted Gabi. "Fine, you can take him," replied Mr. Johnson and resumed his teaching.
As they made their way out, Gabi said, "Hey, that was a great bit of acting you put together. Thanks to you we don't have to waste another period in math." "Yeah, I really wanted out, it was boring. Now let's get me into the nurse's room where I can hopefully get some sleep." And so they made their way inside the nurse's room.
An hour later, as both Gabi and Ryan made their way to their lockers, they were confronted by none other than Sharpay and Taylor. "Hey, guys. Gabi, you shouldn't have missed out on math. Steve is so smart! Looks like you're position as math whiz is soon going to be challenged," said Sharpay. "Hold it. Who's Steve?" asked Gabi. "The hottest dude ever!" shrieked both Sharpay and Taylor and looked at each other in shock as the realized it had been the second time they'd ever shared the same opinion.
"Oh my God, I can just picture the looks on Zeke's and Chad's faces when I tell them this," said a grinning Ryan.
"Oh no, you don't!" yelled Sharpay. "Unless you want Mom to see those Playboy magazines hidden in your closet...," smirked Sharpay.
"W ... what? How did you know? " asked a shocked Ryan.
"Oh my God, Ryan, you of all people! And I thought you was all right," Gabi shook her head mockingly.
"Well, coming back to the topic, he is really smart," continued Taylor who did not like having topics changed until she had her say about it.
"Like I said, who is Steve?" asked Gabi again.
"Excuse me," interrupted a voice, "Does anyone know where Gabriella Montez might be?"
Looking up Gabi saw a pair of green eyes looking around nervously shifting its gaze restlessly.
"That is Steve," muttered Taylor ever so softly so only Gabi could hear that.
"I'm Gabriella, is there anything I can help you with?" she asked nervously.
"Um, yes, Gabriella, actually I'm a new student here and I just got transferred. Mr. Johnson said that you might be able to help me catch up on notes and you know... show me around. My name's Steve," he said extending his hand.
She shook his hand and replied, "I'd be glad to. But, you can just call me Gabi. Meet the gang. This is Sharpay, that's Taylor, you might have seen them both in your math class just before. And this is Ryan, Sharpay's twin who also studies here." She introduced them all as they took turns shaking hands.
"What's your next class," she asked. He showed her the timetable he'd been given.
"Wow, now that's a coincidence, you both have exactly the same classes together," remarked Taylor.
"Weird…," both Gabi and Steve said at the same time surprising each other. They then burst put laughing together.
"See that's another coincidence," remarked Tay amusedly.
"Well, time for drama class, we better get going," said Gabi and pulling Steve by the hand they both made their way through the crowd.
"Hmm, too many coincidences, right?" asked Tay to Sharpay after Gabi and Steve had left.
"Yeah, I wonder how Troy's going to take this. I don't think he ever moved on," replied Sharpay.
"Well, the dude's got himself a girlfriend, plus he cheated on Gabi, I think he never deserved Gabi. He's just a typical jock," said Ryan walking beside them.
"Yeah, Amber Reagan, I heard. That cheerleader chick who hasn't got enough brains to distinguish a monkey from a chimpanzee," said Taylor earning a laugh from Sharpay.
"Well, screw him. Who cares about him?" asked Ryan, as the bell rang and they split ways to get to their respective classrooms.
At Drama class:
Gabi and Steve enter the classroom, Gabi still holding Steve's hand. After entering she let go of his hand and said, "Here we are. This is where we have our drama class every week. Mrs. Darbus is our teacher," she said grinning.
"What's so funny?" he asked.
"Nothing it's just that Mrs. Darbus is totally fond of new students. She encourages new students to take the lead roles in the play," she said laughing out.
"Ok, I'll sit behind you and hide myself then," he said jokingly, taking the seat behind her.
(To be continued...)
A/n: I know I havent updated in like forever, but I already gave you my reason. I'm trying to make my chapters longer and I'm kind of busy with school projects and stuff but hopefully I'll get the next chapter updated by the next week. Till then much love,
-deranged not fine.