So after a really tough week, I finally found time to write this. Thanks so much to all of you who reviewed/favorited/subscribed. It really made me feel a lot better. I'm hoping to get an even better response with this chapter. Reviews would really be appreciated! They would really cheer me up!

I'm not supposed to use the computer right now, but I sneak on and write/plan whenever I can. So please be patient. I'll try to update at least once a week. I was gunna update this yesterday, but then all of my work got lost. So I hope it's still as good today

To those of you who don't like prologues, it's really important that you read this part anyway. It's more like a chapter anyway if that makes any sense. But this is just really important to read because it explains their backgrounds and is important for later on in the story to understand why they react or behave the way they do. So please read it anyway!

I'd like to dedicat this chapter to Naley-Troyella freak for being my first reviewer ever! Also to PerfectxSweetheartx for reminding me not to get discouraged when the reviews aren't so high. No one ever starts at the top right away!

And a special thanks to one of my best friends. She has listened to me go on and on about this story, given me advice and not killed me when I get annoying. Thanks so much! You know who you are and I love you!!!!

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Disclaimer: I do not own anything from High School Musical or John Tucker Must Die.

John Bolton was THE MAN. He was the basketball man, the popular man, the manly man. But most of all, he was a ladies' man. East High had never experienced anything like the forces of John Bolton. He knew how to work pretty much any type of girl. He could sweet talk them until they went weak in the knees and stare into their eyes with his dreamy orbs until the turned into a speechless puddle of mush. Once he decided he wanted a girl, he got her. Women were powerless to him, and they would almost always do anything he wanted. There was never a doubt that it would happen.

It had all started back in the eighth grade. John and his family had moved to Albuquerque in the middle of the hottest summer he could ever remember. They had moved from Scottsdale, Arizona, to help take care of his grandmother after their grandfather had died. His mother was the only child in her family, so therefore there was no one else available to accommodate the elderly woman. She was still able to live on her own, but she did need help with things like buying groceries and commuting to doctor appointments. So his parents had found a four bedroom 3800 square foot brick house complete with three full bathrooms and hardwood floors. It may have been a little pricey, but Jack Bolton made enough money as a lawyer and Lucille Bolton also worked as a nurse. They both had to quit their jobs with the move, but with Jack's experience and impressive credentials, he managed to land an even better job in Albuquerque. So much so that Lucille didn't even need to go back to work at all. Needless to say, they were pretty well off.

While John was upset about leaving behind some of his closest friends, he was also excited for a fresh start. Back in Scottsdale, John hadn't exactly been the most popular guy. He had been of average size, a little skinny, with metal braces that threw off his smile. But what really made John the laughing stock of the school was the incident.

In the fourth grade, John still had a little problem. It wouldn't happen often, but sometimes if he drank too much before bed, he would wake up in the morning to find the sheets soaking wet. His mother would assure him over and over again that it wasn't a big deal and that lots of kids his age had this problem. It still embarrassed him to no end though and he would never admit it to anybody. He was so petrified it would happen that when friends invited him to spend the night, he would make up some excuse in the fear that he would have an accident while he was sleeping.

One day, after staying up all night with his little brother playing x-box, John chugged four sodas in the hopes that it would keep him awake throughout school. Unfortunately, this didn't work. While Mrs. Clark explained the anatomy of a flower, John drifted to sleep. In his dream, he was peacefully floating in a warm pond. A very warm pond…….. Thirty seconds later he woke up to find that warm pond all over his seat, dripping onto the floor while Kelly Rice screamed, "EEEEWWWW!!!!! JOHN PEED ON MY SHOES!" The boys laughed at him. The girls screamed how disgusting he was. John cried. And the teacher tried to be understanding and sent him to the nurse while a janitor came to pick up the mess. He left school and came back the next day to find that the whole fourth grade knew what had gone down in room 202. From then on, John was known as the bed wetter. It was the most traumatizing experience of his life. People continued to make fun of him for it until the Boltons left the town.

So when they made the move to Albuquerque, John swore things would be different. He would make up for his past, and never let anything like that bring him down again. He would be popular and make tons of new friends. He just had to. He could never go through that hell again.

Fortunately, that summer John had an unexpected growth spurt. He grew taller and his features had become more defined into those of a young man to replace the boyish roundness that used to be there. And to benefit him even more, the long days of basketball and weight lifting with his little brother helped him to gain much appreciated muscle mass. His braces had been removed to reveal a perfect smile. His body had also gone from the awkward appearance most thirteen-year-old boys had to tall, dark, and handsome.

Thanks to his recently acquired physique and the newfound confidence that came along with it, John automatically fit in at his new school. At basketball tryouts he made friends with the coolest guys on the team. They showed him the ropes around the school and soon enough everyone wanted to know everything about the new guy. Who was he? Where did he live? Where did he come from? What does he like? Who does he like? Did he have a girlfriend? And most important, how did he get such huge muscles?

John loved this. His life was finally falling into place. He did what he always vowed he would do. Things were finally turning around for him and no one was going to take it from him. He deserved this. He had earned it after all those years of ridicule. He was finally the king. And, yes, he was damn right cocky about it.

John remained at the top of the food chain throughout high school. He had a game plan for holding onto his status, and he worked hard to make sure it would never slip through his fingers. John knew how to work all of his followers. You give them just enough, but hold a little back. Give them what they want, but leave them wanting more. During a game, he would show off a little with some fancy dribbling, but then completely blow them away with a perfect slam dunk. While he conversed with others, he would open up just a little bit but then walk away as if he needed someone else to entertain him. It always kept people fighting for his attention. On the first couple of dates, he would start off with gentle kisses. But as the relationship progressed, he would flabbergast them with his sexual skills. And they always came back for more.

His time at East High had been the best of his life. He made starting varsity in his freshman year and earned the title of captain in his junior year. He helped lead his team to back to back champions, which only helped his popularity in a town that was all about basketball. Not to mention, all of his best friends were on the team along with his little brother. He might not have been the first person he would choose to hang out with; in fact, they hardly ever spent any time together. But it was still cool to have someone at home if he wanted to shoot some hoops around or play some video games. On top of this, he went to all of the best parties, got pretty good grades, and was the pride and joy of his parents. He always won homecoming king and snatched up prom king his junior year. Things were absolutely phenomenal for John Bolton.

But the best part? Definitely the girls. John dated the hottest girls from not only East High, but the surrounding schools as well. John had had so many girlfriends he had lost count. There was a rumor that he had lost it to the homecoming queen and the prom queen at the same time. And, yes, it was entirely true. During his freshman year to be exact. From then on, John got every girl he wanted. And, usually, he had a couple of girlfriends at the same time.

Since, John Bolton was John Bolton, he had a game plan for this as well. Here were the rules: The school was divided into cliques, so if he wanted more than one girlfriend at a time, they could never be from the same social circle. This way, the girls would never find out about each other because there was no way in hell they would ever interact. But to be extra safe, he would tell them that his dad wouldn't let him have a girlfriend during the school year because he needed to focus on basketball. So he made them promise that they would keep it a secret. And without the title of girlfriend, there wouldn't really be anything exclusive between them and he could get out of the relationship easier. It was every guy's dream and every girl's heartbreak.

Girls knew how John Bolton worked. They knew he was a player and a heartbreaker, but they still came crawling to him anyway. To date John Tucker meant that you were top choice. You were better than everyone else. After all, he was the hottest guy in school, perhaps the hottest guy they had ever seen.

This was why in November of his senior year, John found himself dating three of the alpha females in the school. They were all unbelievably hot and popular in their own way. And they would all do anything for him. John had finally become everything he had wanted to be.

Ever since he moved to Albuquerque, no one had made him feel inferior. He didn't feel the extreme pressure to impress anybody and no one intimidated him. How could they when he was the one who was running things? He swore that no one would make him feel like that dorky little seventh grader ever again. No one would ever take what was his away from him.

That was until she came along.

When we look up in the sky, we either see the sun or the moon. The sun shines the brightest, while the moon just reflects its light during the night. The sun keeps everything living. It is the food source of the plants that all animals eat. It gives us light and warmth. But while people just notice the sun, they often don't realize how important and special the moon is too. Without the moon, the gravitational pull on earth would be thrown out of whack. It stabilizes the Earth's rotation. While the sun may contribute a little to the tidal waves, they are due mostly because of the moon. These tidal waves slow down the Earth and give us our twenty-four hour days. But still, people don't realize that the moon is just as important and special as the sun.

Fucking story of Troy Bolton's life.

As Troy lied in the hammock in his backyard, looking up at the night sky, he could see the poor moon. The moon that no one really bothered to pay any attention to. The moon that had to share the sky with all the other stars up there, while the sun had the sky all to itself. People were awake during the day while the sun was up, but slept all through the time that the moon had in the sky. In Troy's eyes, that was definitely not fair. The moon deserved to be special too. But let's face it, the moon would just never get as much attention as the sun.

Troy could definitely relate to the moon. All his life, he had been outshined. You see, in the world of Albuquerque, New Mexico, John Bolton was the sun that everything revolved around. He was always just one step ahead of Troy. John got all the girls, he had more friends, and he was the captain of the basketball team. His parents were so proud of John who got good grades and led the Wildcats to the championships every year. Everyone knew John. Everyone wanted to be his friend. But what about Troy?

Troy was left in the shadow. No matter what he did, it never measured up to John. He got better grades, but nobody cared about that. According to everyone else, John was smart too; he was just more focused on basketball. It never occurred to anyone that Troy practiced just as much as John. He had made starting varsity his freshman year too, but nobody noticed that. They told him, "Good job. Your brother did that too. He's one heck of a player, that John!" Couldn't he ever get a compliment that didn't involve John as well? No one realized that Troy was just as good as John. Whenever they played one-on-one, Troy usually won half the time. But his dad would often point out that John was just having an off day whenever that would happen. It annoyed Troy to no end.

Teachers would call him by John's name. His coaches told him to be more like John. People would come up to him and say, "Hey aren't you John Bolton's brother? You're the other Bolton aren't you?" Translated that meant, "Oh, you're the Bolton who's not as good as John."

The worst was when a hot girl would approach him to talk and then later ask if they could have John's number. It wasn't like no girls liked Troy, but not nearly as many as liked John. Why would a girl want him when there was a better version of him running around somewhere else in the school? It didn't make any sense though. People may not have found Troy as attractive as his brother, but he was still better looking than a lot of the other guys in the school. He liked to think that he treated women better than John ever did. But somehow, John still managed to get all the girls while Troy only got some of them.

Half the time, John didn't even really bother with Troy. They only spent time together whenever John was really bored, or wanted to practice basketball when no one else was around. It was as if John was too cool to hang out with his little brother who wasn't as popular. But no one was as popular as John Bolton.

Whenever Troy wanted something, it seemed like John always snatched it out of his grip. When they had first moved to Albuquerque, Troy had really wanted the bedroom next to the upstairs bathroom because it was already painted in a really cool design. But after a lot of fighting, it was John who was awarded the room. When they had gotten a PS2 for Christmas when Troy was in eighth grade and John was a freshman, they had argued and argued over whose room it would go in. Of course, it wound up in John's. Even when they were little, John would eat the last cookie, or get the front seat, or play with a new action figure first.

Troy had also really hoped that he might get to be a co-captain for the basketball team this year. John had been last year when he was a junior and now Troy hoped he would get his chance as a junior too. He had practiced so hard, every day during the summer. But once again, John got the title and Troy got nothing. For John's birthday, his parents would throw a huge bash every year while Troy just got a present of his choice. Troy never got even treatment with John and it really sucked ass.

But then again, Troy should have expected this. Ever since they moved here, John always got his way. No one ever stood a chance against John Bolton when he wanted something. What was the point in fighting for it when it was a given that John would always get it?

So, yea, Troy was definitely the moon in this town. He would never shine as bright as John. No one would ever think he was as special or put him first. And he would never win. He could never beat John.

That was until she came along.

Please review! I really want to know how all of you who read feel about this story. And if there is any confusion, John and Troy are brothers and no they do not live with their grandmother.

Peace and love,

FreakyMathGirl