A/N so yeah, getting back into this thing is a long and painful process (for my carpal tunnel thank you) Anyhoo, yeah, love comment and whatevs. Oh and Good News, I took two Mary Sue Tests and according to them and my plot line Demi isn't a Mary Sue : )

Chapter two

By the end of the game I knew I'd never be picked again. The times they did throw it to me I dropped it and once nearly hit Blonde Girl in the face. She attempted to jump across the room and scratch my eyes out, but Blue Eyes saved me. Finally it was time for everyone to dress out. I grabbed my stuff and stood by the door until the bell rang, I ran out of there like someone was chasing me, getting for sixth period drama in record time.

"You must be the new girl, Demitra Maddox." The blonde woman atthe front said, looking at a clip board.

"Umm.. yeah, Demi." I looked around I was the second one in so I didn't know what was free.

"Third row, third seat from the back." The woman said. "I'm Mrs. Darbus, welcome to Drama."

Finally, a teacher I didn't want to beat about the head with a wet pool noodle... yet.

People started walking in, taking seats around me and finally Blue Eyes walked in, taking the seat in front of me. I stared at the back of his head until he turned around, I blushed and quickly looked down. I saw him smile and turn back around.

"Okay, so, as we've been learning the past few days, costuming. Who here has ever made a costume?" Mrs. Darbus asked. A few people raised their hand, but most hadn't. "That's what I thought." Mrs. Darbus nodded. "What about you Miss Maddox? How much Drama experience do you have?" Everyone turned to look at me. Now, I'm not shy, I'm not the kind of person that blushes when people turn to look at me. I just don't like being put on the spot.

"Umm... I starred in the musical at my last school and I-I was the lighting director before that." I looked directly at Darbus, until I looked down at Blue Eyes, who looked quite amused.

"Really now, so you sing?"

"When forced." I nodded, looking at my nails. They needed to be repainted. Mrs. Darbus nodded, moving on to talk about sizing. I grabbed my bag, about to leave, stopping when I ran into Blue Eyes.

"Sorry Blue Eyes." I stopped after I'd said it, my eyes widening.

"Actually it's Troy, but Blue Eyes works too." He laughed.

"My bad." I pulled the strap of my messenger bag over my head.

"And you are..."

"Demi, Demi Maddox."

"Nice to meet you Demi." Troy smiled, before moving out of my way so I could get through.

"Madds, come on, Axe is in a hurry." Stacey ran in and grabbed my arm, pulling me out.

"See ya later Demi." Troy waved.

"Bye." I waved back. "Geez Stacey, rip my arm off." I followed her down the hall at a run.

"Saw you talking to Troy Bolten, had to stop you."

"Stop me?" I asked, not slowing.

"Troy is the most charming boy at East High, without even trying. He's also very much, not single."

"I'm not interested in him." I insisted.

"That's what Juni said." Stacey sing-songed. "Anyway, this weekend, we're going to a party. We're not actually invited but what's the worst they can do?"

"Call the dogs on us." I shrugged as we got to Axe's car.

"Hey Madds." Axe kissed my cheek and opened the car door for Stacey and I. We got in and I sat on Spinner's lap. Axe went to back up, slamming on the breaks as the Hispanic girl from gym, as well as the Blonde girl and a few other people walked behind us.

"Watch it!" Curly snapped, hitting the back of the car. Stacey, Spinner, Juni and Axe looked apologetic, but I wasn't going to take it.

"Then don't walk behind a moving car." I snapped back. The four others looked at me in shock.

"No one asked you new girl." Blondie crossed her arms.

"No one had to. I'm rude like that." I shrugged, They looked at me like they couldn't believe what I'd said, but moved on.

"That was awesome." Stacey grinned as Axe backed out, as we drove past them we all cheered, just because we could, and Axe turned up the radio.

"Don't forget the party." Stacey reminded me as I got out of the car.

"I won't, when is it?"

"Tomorrow at seven, We'll send Spinner for you." She smiled, before the peeled out. I watched them go and looked back at my house. I really didn't want to go in. So I sat down in the grass, drawing my knees to my chest and reting my forehead on them. Only looking up when I heard a car.

Oh joy, it was them. I groaned, laying back, using my bag as a pillow. If they were mad they could come talk to me.

"Well well if it isn't new girl." I opened an eye and glared at them.

"Actually it's Demi." Blue Eyes appeared next to them, completeing the half circle to my left.

"Whatever." The blonde rolled her eyes, taking a sip from the water bottle in her hand.

"Did you want something?" I asked, reaching up to move my hair out of my eyes.

"Just to welcome you to East High." Blondie smirked, reaching out and over turning the bottle, the rest of it's contents spilling out onto my shirt and the upper part of my pants.

"Oh my God! That's cold!" I cried, scrambling up. I pulled the soaked shirt away from my skin as Blondie, Curly, Blonde Boy, Backpack On Wheels and Auburn laughed.

"Sharpay!" Troy sounded astonished that she'd really just done that. "Are you okay?" He asked me, walking over. Hispanic girl looked torn between giggling and looking concerned.

"Yeah, fine, I enjoy water soaked clothes, it makes everything so much colder." I turned to Blondie, Sharpay, to smack her upside the head when the door opened.

"Demitra, you're home. Who are they... why are you wet?" I turned to find my mom walking out.

"These are my... peers." I made a face. "I was feeling a little warm and Sharpie decided to help me out.

"Sharpay." She corrected.

"Not to me." I smiled sweetly. Mom's eyes lit up when she saw Troy and she walked over my bag to him.

"Oh you must be Troy Bolten, your mom came by earlier with a pie, tell her Thank you will you?"

"Sure." Troy smiled.

"I'm leaving before I lose my pretzals. Bye Troy, Sharpie, Chicks and Dudes." I grabbed my bag and headed inside, going to my room.

From my room I could see into the neighbor's back yard thanks to a giant window. The problem was I didn't have curtains, so I had to either change in the closet or give the house next door a free show. I went into the closet, changing into a tank top and Pajama pants. I went to look out my window, Troy and his little pack of demons were in his back yard, the guys were playing basketball while the girls and blonde boy watched. I stared for a few more minutes before turning and headed downstairs, pulling the headband from my hair.

"Hey Demi." My dad smiled at me, kissing my head as he walked by with a pot of noodles.

"Hey daddy." I grinned, plopping down on a stool.

"Demitra, those kids next door seem awfully nice." Mom was standing at the window, looking into the back yard.

"Awfully is right, and you look like a stalker." I grabbed a slice of red bell pepper from the counter, where my older brother was chopping them.

"Watch your hands, I might cut them off." Leon threatened. I laughed, taking a bite of the strip.

"How was your first day of school?" Dad asked, tossing the noodles in sauce.

"Oy vey." I rested my head on the cool countertop.

"You're not Jewish." Leon reminded me.

"And you're not French but you like to speak Frenlish." I retorted.

"Frenlish?" Dad raised an eyebrow.

"Like Spanglish, but with French." I explained

"Sometimes I wonder about you."

"Sometimes?"