AN: Okay, so I was on net on this fine day, and I was going to wait up start writing this chapter until I got 30 reviews, because its a round number...EightXTrack you read my mind. Congrads. Anyway, on with the story...oh I changed it, everyone is seniors! Sorry! I hope this will clear this up, I have a whole thing why Jack Bolton hates singing hahaha

Sharpay's POV...

I'm sitting in Ms. Darbus sixth period drama, we get that expression of emotion crapola already, for crying out loud we're seniors! I've had more acting lessons and singing lessons than anyone else in this room; well, except for my brother. This is so hard not to tell people about Grace and Ryan, but I'm doing it, they said after school and school ends in 5..4..3..2..1. YES! Sharpay thought to herself impatiently.

Nobody's POV

Grace was opening her locker and getting her books out, when she heard her brother lean against the locker next to her.

"What do you want, Troy?" she asked pointedly.

"Who's your boyfriend?"

"That's for me to know, and you to find out," she said.

Troy sighed, "I have basketball practice in 20 minutes, so I want to know if I could squeeze pounding them before."

"No."

"Ruin my fun."

"By Jove I think he's got it!" Gracelynn said faking a British accent.

"Hey Grace," Troy heard behind Grace's opened locker.

"Hey," Grace said closing her locker revealing Ryan with his arm around her.

"You wouldn't want to be late to basketball would you?" she said to Troy, who was still shell shocked.

The basketball team was stretching out for practice for their final games of the season,

"You okay?" Chad asked referring to Troy's distance stare.

"Gracelynn is going out with Ryan. Weird."

"Oh, that is weird..."

"Gracelynn's my sister, remember? You know the summer before seventh grade?"

"Clearly."

"Well, you know the girl, you made fun of because she could make baskets better than you could."

"That was Gracelynn? Man, I thought she looked familiar, I just thought I have having an Oprah moment, or whatever."

Troy rolled his eyes and backed up, "Wildcats, PAIR UP."

Gracelynn and Ryan walked outside together, and saw Taylor, Gabriella, and Sharpay sitting on 'their' bench.

"What took you guys so long, we've got to practice for the musical!" Sharpay ranted.

"Troy, is what happened,"

"Okay," Gabriella said not convinced.

"Are you auditioning with a group, Ry?" Sharpay asked as they started walking to Sharpay's car.

"Yeah, did you know Chad's mom has made him singing lessons since he was 8?"

"Really, he doesn't seem much of the singing type ever since he fell off the stage in 3rd grade," Gracelynn said.

"Oh, I remember that," Taylor said.

"Are you getting in the car, or what?" Sharpay asked.

Classic Sharpay.

"Can I, Can I, Can I, Can I, Can I!" Sharpay asked Gracelynn after all the girls in her bedroom.

"Ask your brother," Gracelynn said setting down her bookbag.

With that Sharpay took off running, "Doesn't take much to amuse her, doesn't it, so want to do Calc first?" Taylor asked.

Five minutes later, Sharpay came back in texting like there was no tomorrow.

"Whoa, Shar, don't hurt yourself," Gracelynn said looking up from her math book.

"So, what do you guys want to sing for the audition?" Gabriella asked.

"Uh, what instruments can you guys play?" Sharpay asked.

"Piano," Taylor said.

"Here too," Gabriella said.

"I play flute and piano, Grace what about you?" Sharpay asked.

"Uh, trumpet, piano, drums, and guitar."

"Wow, well, maybe we should do an a cappella group, or a pop group thing," Sharpay suggested.

"I'll go with that," Taylor said.

"Whatever," Grace said.

"Okay, but which one?" Gabriella asked.

"The only four girl group I know of is Play, anybody heared of the song "Us Against the World?"

It was 10 'til 8 when Gracelynn finally was allowed to leave; they had to get through their whole song at least once without messing up. Sharpay and her standards Gracelynn thought. Gracelynn was halfway down the walk to the sidewalk when someone came running up next to her.

"May I walk you home?"

Gracelynn looked up and saw Ryan looking hopefully down at her, "You may."

"Your sister is a profectionist, we went through the song like a million times," Gracelynn said turning to him then turning back and walking.

Ryan put his arm around her, "But you survived."

"Barely," she turned back facing him, and then noticed how close their faces were.

They both leaned in, and pecked on the lips. Both jumped back, then went back to their original positions.

"Sorry," he quickly said.

"It's fine," Gracelynn blushed suddenly interested in her shoes. "Uh, this is my house. Good Night."

Gracelynn ran into her house and shut the door; while Ryan turned back and walked back to his house.

"Mom and Dad are at a staff meeting until 9." Gracelynn heard as she walked in the door.

Gracelynn sighed as she sat down on the couch, "Try practicing with Sharpay, while trying to do homework. I finally did get it done. Tomorrow she wants to work on the dance moves for it."

"Tough Luck."

"Tell me about it," she replied. "If anyone is looking for me I'll be in my room."

I have a looooooooooooooooooooong journal entry tonight; that's a fact she thought as she walked up the stairs.

Troy thought for a moment after his sister had left the room. Call it twin telepathy, call it brother's intuition, call it common sense. Something was definitely up.

AN: Oh, I'm just going to end this chapter, right here and now. Should I tell you why Jack Bolton hates the drama department? Or should I not? That is the question? I need you to tell me! Because for the first time ever...okay. I need to stop copying Disney Channel...