Next chapter! I actually have this new little goal in mind. See, Corbin Bleu's birthday is Feb 21st, he'll be 19! and I'm thinking it be cool to finish it by then. Not as a gift to him or anything, but more like a tribute to him, for all us crazy fan girls! Lol!

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I can't stop playing with my hair, I'm twitching compulsively, my vision is slightly blurry, I feel all cold and clammy, and my stomach feels ready to empty its contents. And it feels good. This is crazy. I'm out of it and yet super hyper. It's a little freaky but totally fun. I feel all shaky, excited, and goofy.

I need to take E more. I didn't sleep for five minutes last night and nor did I feel the effects all weekend. Troy kept calling me all through Saturday and Sunday on my cell but I just ignored everyone and kept swallowing those dumb pills and jerking it off in my bed. I snuck into Andrea's room again and again, and stole almost every last one of her pills. I'm in love with them. Andrea never came home so she didn't notice. She told mom and dad that she was with Shirley. What a lie. My parents were pretty much out all weekend, doing stupid church activities while their own fucking children were off getting stone. We love you, mommy and daddy. So, I took E last night, and then again just before leaving for school.

I don't feel the side affects of not sleeping one bit. I'm wide and on a total high. I'm not addicted, it's just one weekend, come on. They made me feel so good, I can't even describe. So loose and relaxed. I forgot about all my stupid bad shit and just felt the beautiful hazy chemical joy.

Ok, think class with Darbus is hard while straight? Try it on ecstasy and it's a whole other experience.

Insufferable torture slash the funniest thing I ever went through. I was late for class, which always earns eyebrow raisings from Darbus, but since I was fifteen minutes tardy, I earned a lecture.

"Do you understand that the fifteen minutes less in class, this holy chamber of knowledge, robs you fifteen precious minutes from feeding your fertile young mind?" She says crossly. And God help me, I laugh.

At her.

And I can't realty stop.

At all.

That kind of pisses off Darbus.

"Do not show such disrespect to me while I'm talking, young man!" she barks. And I laugh even harder, what the fuck is wrong with me?

"You're cruising for detention, Danforth, sit down and be silenced or I will send you straight off and you will again be denied more important knowledge." She says.

"Can a guy get a break? God, fine, I'll sit my ass down, Hitler." I say back. Oh my god, do I have a death wish? She looks shocked. I bite my lip to control my chuckling and slide down in my seat. Troy gives me the "What the hell?" look and Taylor appears disgusted but not exactly shocked. As if being a freak doesn't seem like anything new.

Probably isn't.

So, I sit for the next forty minutes, trembling and fidgeting like a two year old in a play pen. Darbus is boring but it's never been this bad. I'm so cold; I wish I had my hoodie.

I'm fishing around my desk, dropping things, making farting noises with my mouth, touching people's shoulder's and whispering loudly and being all in all, very noisy and disruptive, and I do that every day but this it's worse. I don't know why. I can't control myself. Usually, I know when to just shut the flap but now I'm incapable of common sense.

I throw a spitball and it hits Martha's cheek, she glowers at me and I just flick her off. I make horse noises when Miss Darbus bends over to pick up a pencil. And I gross Kelsi out by waggling my three week old tuna salad in a Tupperware box in front of her. People wrinkle their noses; cover their mouths, gasp, and squeal "Eww!"

Finally, Darbus has enough.

"Detention!" she yells.

I roll my eyes, "Can't, practice."

She swoops down and hisses, "Then, I suggest that you remain mute for the rest of my class or I will personally tell your Posse leader Bolton exactly why you are not there. And I will inform the principal as well."

I don't know why but something that creeps out a little.

"Fine, gosh, whatever, get away from me." I say, leaning away, and she tilts closer.

"One more blunder, boy." She threatens in her voice of death.

Then, she sweeps away, twirling her dorky cape.

I breathe and clench and unclench my hands really hard a couple times to calm down. Everyone's looking at me. I frown at all of them, "Mind your own fucking business." I say, all hostile.

I hear Gabriella give a little gasp and Zeke's eyes widen. Who gives a fly shit what Zeke thinks? Fucking pastry fag. I hate him. I hate everyone in this classroom. Troy, Taylor, Sharpay, Darbus, especially Darbus.

I stare at her with such intensity that I feel like my eye balls are going to burn red and melt out. I hate her so much.

And just when I was thinking of creative cruelty, the bell rings.

It's so fucking loud, makes my head and ears ring with it. I keep sitting at my desk; sulking, watching Darbus fiddle around with some paperwork when I hear my name being called.

"Huh?" I look up stupidly and Troy's waiting for me by the door, "Coming, buddy?"

"Uhh, yeah." I feel all disoriented as I grab my shit and join him in the hall.

Troy's sort of quiet as we walk down towards the gym, he kisses Gabriella briefly as she and Taylor prance off to their Chemistry class. Taylor gives me a cold look as she flounces away. What fucking ever.

"Ahh, dude, don't be ticked off, but the hell is wrong with you today? We didn't see you all weekend, what were you doing?" Troy asks, hoisting his pack further up his shoulder.

I scoff and shake my head as if that answers his question.

He waits, and I figure that I should say something.

"I was doing nothing, just the parental units were grumpy and I couldn't leave." I know he's wondering why I didn't pick up my cell.

"They took my phone." I lie. Then I say, "I had a shitty night on Friday, man."

Troy nods, his eyes on his shoes, walking slowly, listening intently.

"I went out with Taylor."

I don't know why I keep pausing.

"We went swimming."

Troy looks up in surprise.

"Friday? All weekend was freezing! Damn! Why'd you do that?"

I shrug, "I wanted to pressure Taylor into a sexy swimsuit."

"Did she?" Troy is interested, I can tell.

"No, she wore a stupid yellow one piece. And you couldn't even see her stomach. It was so stupid."

Troy doesn't seem amazed. "I know what you mean, man. But me, I got it worse, Gabriella wears those boy shorts when she swims so I can't even see her thighs all the way. It drives me crazy."

I have to admit, that is bad, no lie.

"Well, at least Gabriella lets you kiss her and touch her some." I argue.

"Not at all the way." Troy says quickly.

I roll my eyes, "To hell with abstinence."

Troy laughs a little, "So, is that what were you trying to do the other night? Coax Taylor out of her virginity? Good luck!"

"I didn't have any luck." I say sourly, "She freaked out."

Troy's eyes light up, "What happened?" I know he thinks that this funny, but god dammit, its not.

"I kissed her and she shoved me away and started up like a banshee about committed sex. And, then she wanted to leave and said it was a school night but it was effing Friday! She must've forgotten that school isn't held on Saturday in her state of mind at the moment." I snarl. Troy presses his lips together, he's trying to laugh.

"You kissed her?"

I sigh and nod.

"Wow, um, dude, yeah, that's hard core." He's teasing me now. I shove him and he bangs into a locker, laughing. "Shut up." I say. He shakes his head, his preppy hair flitting around. "Ok, ok, my bad. Dude. I know, it must've been hard for you. But you should remember, nice girls are slow movers. Unlike Sharpay." He said the blond girl's name in a hushed tone and looked around the crush of people in case she was there eavesdropping.

Sharpay wasn't a slut, she didn't really sleep around, but the way she stalked Troy made her seem like one.

I grin, "I guess, but sometimes I wish I was dating that one instead of my own."

Troy steps back and stares, "You don't mean that!"

I feel bad now, "I don't know."

"You called her a mountain lion before and you were always complaining about her." He declares.

"Just because her golfing sucks doesn't mean I hate her."

"You diss her!" he keeps lowering his voice out of nervousness.

"Fine, maybe I do, but that doesn't mean I don't like her. I bad mouthed Taylor at first too!" I whisper back harshly.

Troy stops, we're at the locker room now and a bunch of naked wet guys are walking around. And somehow in the environment of, I don't know, manliness, this conversation seems silly and girly and gossipy. I want it to end now, I feel calmer now, though. Well, maybe completely drained and brain fogged is a better description. Like I just came off my buzz. I can see better now. And my hoodie too heavy but maybe its just the sudden waves of exhaustion flooding through me.

"Dude, do you want to ditch Taylor? Do you even like her anymore?" Troy asks me gravely.

I stall, "She's cool...sometimes."

"Don't stall, Chad." Troy snaps. Shit, he knows me way too well. He seems concerned, he keeps examining me closely. I feel like a freak. Maybe he'll notice that my pupils are like saucers.

"I wish I could sleep with her." I confess.

Troy grunts in slight amusement, and then says. "Dude, you have to wait till the girl's ready. I'd never ever force Gabriella to do anything she didn't want to. So, sex is out for me for a while yet. And you know that when you have that kind of sacrifice in a relationship, that it's real, dude. You need to respect Taylor, man, and stop thinking about what's on in your pants."

I know he's right, but I won't admit it.

"Maybe." I say sarcastically.

"Let's have this talk later, man, my dad's waiting for us, and he busts our asses when we're late." Troy says, slipping into his work out clothes. I nod, and follow the suit.

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I sit at the dinner table, poking at these greasy chunks of broiled chicken. My stomach is begging me to throw up, and I can hardly smell the food without gagging so I just carefully prod at it. I glance at Andrea, whose home from her wild weekend party fest. She looks totally wasted, tired, and skinny. I notice that she's doing exactly what I'm doing, leaning on her elbow, eyes half closed, pushing her food around in little piles. We're like clones. Shit, that's scary. I sit up straighter and try to get my brain to cough to life.

Dinner has been a quiet affair for years now, and I'm not about to break the sacred ritual of silence. All there is, is the noise of forks scraping against the plates, and occasionally a gulping sound. But I attempt to appear more…normal. I blink hard a couple times and clear my throat.

My parents are both spacing out, my dad slowly butters his potatoes, his eyes on his plate, no where else. My mom drinks her water absently. They don't even speak to us, or each other. They don't ask what I've been doing all weekend or anything. They act like they're on drugs.

Fuck. I wonder if they are? That'd be so freaky. If all of us smoked it up and we all lied to each other about it. What if we all came out and told each other and we just got stoned together, in the living room.

I get a mental image of dad taking a hit from a bong in his arm chair while mom does ground up prescription drugs with a credit card. And Andrea and I just smoke dope.

They say a happy family is a medicated one.

Oh God, no. My family is fucked up. But please, please, please, my parents need to stay sober, for us kids. I can't handle any more crack heads. If they're on drugs, I swear to God that I'll kill them.

"Good food." I murmur, hoping to sound appreciative. Mom smiles vaguely. I take a deep breath and put a big bite of chicken in my mouth, my insides protest, but I swallow anyway.

But I'd rather swallow pills.

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