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There's something about Troy Bolton. I don't know if it's his myserious silence, his shy personality, or his dazzling blue eyes that sweep me away into his deep, electric flow. But whatever it is, it's got me hooked. From the second Troy's magnificent eyes fell on me, I knew we had something special. Why else would I help them move boxes into their new home across the street? But it was when Troy's eyes screwed shut and he puckered his lips that we had vowed to stick together. Or at least it felt that way. Their front door had opened wide, and in embarrassment, Troy hid behind his mother's legs. I would've done the same thing if my mother interrupted such an intimate moment. And to this day, he still holds that kiss. I'll do anything to get it, including hugging him in front of our entire second grade class. I felt his heartbeat pick up speed as our teacher pulled us apart. He didn't show it, but he knew he loved the feeling of us pressed together.
I forgave him immediately when he shot out of the classroom on the first day. But I couldn't help but wonder if our teasing peers were putting a bad spin on our newly-found relationship. I knew Troy and how shy he was, but I didn't want anything to stand between us. And I knew that we were only seven, but that's where true love starts... right? Little did I know, that I would have to fight every girl that crossed our path for Troy's love to the finish. Including Bridgett Oliver.
Second grade turned into fifth grade, and the battle for Troy's heart turned ugly. Bridgett Oliver beat me to the seat behind Troy. Bridgett Oliver told everyone she could that she and Troy were in love. Which, to some people, being liked by Bridgett Oliver was pretty lucky. Bridgett Oliver was one of those girls that looked good doing the most disgusting, oboxious, nastiest things possible. Bridgett Oliver was one of those girls that people hated to see upset. Bridgett Oliver was one of those girls that was only addressed as 'Bridgett Oliver'. I burned a hole in the back of her silk sweater as she leaned over the back of Troy's chair and whispered in his ear.
I knew Troy. I knew that the only reason he was giving Bridgett Oliver the time of day was because he felt sorry for her. Poor girl, with her shiny brown ringlets cascading down the shoulder of Troy's polo and her green cat eyes filled with living hope. Too bad she wouldn't win this time. I felt a tap on my shoulder and glanced to my right. Ryan sat behind me. He jutted his chin in the direction of Bridgett Oliver and Troy. Like I hadn't noticed. From day one, it had always been Ryan and me. Ryan and Sharpay. All I ask for is a little change. I took a deep breath before adjusting the cashmere poncho draped across my shoulders and standing up. I made my way across the room and cleared my throat. "Hi, Troy." I gave him my brightest smile. The one that seemed to make him sqirm in anticipation. "How's it going?"
Bridgett Oliver cut in and went on to explain that she was just in the middle of inviting Troy to her birthday party. "No freaks allowed." she added and threw in a smirk. Now, you didn't expect me to accept defeat, right? I took another silent step forward as Troy stared at the ground. It was almost as if time slowed down as I reached past Troy's shoulder and took a generous handful of Bridgett Oliver's hair. Her perfect lips slowly turned into a gape just as the room fell silent.
"Uh, excuse me, Ms. Evans?" Our teacher cleared her throat and I released Bridgett Oliver's hair. I turned on my heel, hastening back to my seat in front of Ryan. Across the room, Bridgett Oliver gave me her wicked grin. She had gotten away that time. She had lucked out that time.
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But it was when Bridgett Oliver possesively wrapped her fingers around Troy's in the hallway after class, that I realized that her luck had just run out. Ryan and I were walking only a few paces behind them, and Troy frequently turned his head to the right and diverted his blue eyes to me, almost like a silent plea to rescue him from the claws of Bridgett Oliver. I gave a bright smile, indicating that I was on my way. I picked up speed, colliding with the two of them. "Hey, Troy." I smiled again. As soon as their hands broke apart, Troy broke into a sprint down the hallway and out of sight. I continued my walk with satisfaction, knowing that he would probably thank me later. Maybe even with that kiss... "Ow!" I screeched. My head jerked backwards, and Bridgett Oliver lunged at me. She wrapped my blonde hair around her hand, and I winced in pain.
"Sharpay!" Ryan froze on the spot, watching the catfight unfold before his eyes. I gritted my teeth and jabbed an elbow to her stomach, hoping she would let go of my hair.
"Ouch!" she brought her hands to her stomach, giving me the chance to break free, before going after her, ripping and scratching at everything I could. "Stop!" she screamed. Hey, she had started it, and I was only there to finish it. And I was going to go easy on her, until she growled, "Troy is mine." I brought my arms under hers and locked my hands on her neck in a full Nelson. I couldn't help but giggle seeing her arms fly up into the air as she squirmed and screamed. By that time, every student in the hallway had stopped to see the fight, fully knowing who was going to win. I let go of her and let her tumble to the ground. Getting in a fight and pulling out my full Nelson was rare, but this was a special occasion. Maybe she had finally realized that you don't mess with Sharpay Evans. I put my hands on my hips in satisafaction.
"Uh, excuse me, Ms. Evans?" I felt a firm hand on my shoulder.
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"Don't worry about it, Sharpay." Ryan said from behind me. "If anyone should have gotten into trouble, it should have been Bridgett Oliver. And where did you learn that full Nelson?" But I was barely listening to my brother. I was busy water my dogwood tree, the one I purchased after I met Troy. It was supposed to symbolize friendship and relationship. I was hoping that the tree would grow and blossom along with my relationship with Troy, but both heights were severely stunted. I looked up from the small green plant when the sound of a slamming door had been heard. Troy gazed at me from across the street. He looked tired and his usual shy. I waved to him and lowered my sun hat over my head. But he turned away and disappeared back into his house. I hoped he would thank me later.
As I gathered up my gardening tools, I looked back to Troy's house one more time. From the front window, I saw Troy peering across the street as us from the shelter of the curtain. It filled me with the same living hope as it did Bridgett Oliver, but one part of Sharpay Evans told me that it was going to be different for me and Troy Bolton.
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