Prom Queen

Summary: Prom. The best dress. The best shoes. The best date. The best night of our lives. Gabriella is sick of it all. Prom fever has infected East High. She seems to be the only one immune to it all. TxG story.

Disclaimer: i own nothing ;) It all belongs in Disney Channel

AN: well I received lots of subscriber and that's makes me smile and made my day... cheesy! Hah...but then just a few review actually there is only one but oh well I understand sometimes I'm not in the mood to write review too... ;) but im hoping for the next chapters and future chapters to have like reviews even though just one or two...well finals is coming up so its stressing weeks

I know each chapter was short but I'm trying as much as possible to make it longer but its just doesn't seems right...well I don't know if this story is doing good or what but for now this story is TxG fluff and more characters I don't think I'm ready for heavy drama or something...on to the story ;) My bad if I weren't keeping track of the dates/day of the story...

Chapter 3: Not three but four

The next day, I grabbed a handful, but enough maxi pads to put inside my purse. Today is the start of my monthly gift. I don't want to call it a gift 'cause its annoying me and I have this mood swings. Lucky boys, they don't have it. The good news was that my cramps was so bad that I couldn't focus on anything else, like all those dirty looks.

As I was on my way to the bathroom the third bad thing showed up. The first two being the letter and my period. Because as I made my way down the deserted hallway during passing period, who was walking toward me but Troy Bolton, my semisecret crush. Remember BklynHottie? Yups!

I had often fantasized about something like this happening: the two of us finding ourselves alone in a room, away from the crowds of gorgeous girls that seemed to follow him everywhere, so he could see me up close and realize he was face-to-face with his soulmate. But it wasn't supposed to happen this way after I had just crowned "Loser of the Year" and had period pimples.

"Just great" I mumbled as I trudged down the hall, making sure to keep my eyes on my feet rather risk turning red if I looked up and find his tanned skin from summer sun and sandy hair flopped oh-so-perfectly in his ocean blue eyes.

The thing about staring at you own shoes while you're walking is that your unable to see where you're going, which means if, say, there's a banana peel on the floor, you ending up tripping and sliding over. And if you're purse isn't closed or zipped like, say, mine never is, it'll probably go sailing across the hall and everything would fall out. Including maxi pads you may have stashed in there.

Bad things didn't happen in threes. They happened in fours.

"Are you, uh, okay?" a voice asked as I tried to pick myself up off the floor. Along with the books and maxi pads that had gone sailing across the hall.

That's only meant one thing. Where the only two people in the hall. Troy Bolton.

I prayed that somehow, in the few moments between the banana and my fall accident, Troy Bolton had left the hallway and that husky sexy voice didn't belonged to him.

"Yeah, I'm fine." I mumbled, scrambling to pick up the maxi pads, sitting there, right next to his Nike shoes. He is squatting in front of me helping me, actually trying to pick up the books, but I wouldn't let him. I kept grabbing it out of his hands.

As I looked up, there he was staring back into my eyes while still kneeling down. It's like a romantic cheesy scene that could only seen in soap operas, novellas, and movies. We started from the floor, slowly lifting our body simultaneously, while still staring into each others eyes. When were both in our feet, I felt like we're having an air shortage. My hands started to get damp and a sweat glistening on my forehead.

'Now is my chance to say something, anything, to make an impression on him, 'cause god knows I'd never had the chance again.' I took a deep breath and collected all my courage.

"Bye." I said as I limped away.

The rest of the day was a piece of cake. There was no way I could be any more humiliated than having just embarrassed myself in front of the guy that I secretly hoped to marry. Sigh.

Since my accident encountered with Troy Bolton, we had an awkward moments. We would accidentally caught each other staring to one another. Like when I walk to the door of my second period, English, and at the same time he was also walking out. Well I guess he have English at first period. Anyways, we both stopped at the door and simultaneously look up. Awkward. Well I gave him some room by going to right side, him also, left, right, and left. My shoulder jolted up when I felt his hands touched my slender shoulder. I felt like my breath froze for a second.

He put both his hands to my shoulder. And slowly move me aside to give himself some room. "Excuse me." his husky voice said. And like what I've done to him this morning, he left me hanging.

BklynHottie

wasn't around because it was Friday night and he had a life, so I got into the bed with the one photo album I had from when I was a kid. Looking at pictures of my life B.P.D. (Before Parents Divorce) always made me feel better, reminding me that there had once been in a time when I had felt...normal.

I didn't say anything about the divorce. But inside, the divorce affected my life 'till now even though it was two years ago. I acted like it was just okay. I always felt happy when my mom and dad gathered for my birthday. 'Cause that's the only occasion we reunited as a family. I don't have a guts to stand up and screamed at them for being a hard headed. But I'll always be thankful to have them. I wouldn't trade it for anything in the world.

Before I closed my eyes and drifted to a deep slumber, I heard my phone buzz, means I have an IM.

BklynHottie: can't really talk b/c out w/ friends but jst wanted to check in nd see how ur doing...and say I think ur letter was awesome. Later. Gud nyt! ;)

AntiPopularityGirl: thnx for stopping by nd checking in...well have fun w/o me...LOL nyty! :)

Okay, so it wasn't a huge sign. It was more like a medium sign, and it came from three thousand miles away, but it was enough of one for me. At least he cares.

AN: well am I exaggerating with details? I know its short but hope next chapter would be longer. Sorry if there are not much conversation between Troyella. Soon. Finals is coming up and I'll be busy with studying but im not putting it in Hiatus just the chapter would be delayed. ;) is it good enough for your thoughts/review?