23rd September
Albuquerque, Upgraded New Mexico.
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Things have changed, and I'm keeping you updated; keeping my promise I gave you, Diary, all those hours ago. Troy is my friend, and even thought it seems and looks weird to everyone else, I'm slowly settling into my new role of one of Mr Bolton's friends. It's strange. His old friends are almost nowhere to be seen, nowadays. He hangs out with them sometimes, but they no longer bother me. He must have said something.
Today, was the day of change.
Before, after we had become friends, everything had almost stayed and remained the same. Nothing drastic happened. I went to school, he went to school, we were civilised with each other. The only thing that was different was that we wouldn't stare and glare at each other; wouldn't walk on opposite sides of the halls to avoid each other (that was mainly just me, though); and he sort of took on carrying my books when I had too many.
It was… nice, I guess. Sure, Kelsi was nice enough, but she was quiet. Something I used to like in a friend, but I was coming round to Troy's outspoken attitude, finding it in a strange way, endearing. I wasn't going to completely change, you know. I'll state that now. I won't change, because I don't change for anyone.
That's final.
I won't budge.
But, back to today's events. I seem to have got… upgraded, today. It was just me and Troy. No-one else. I guess you could say that Troy wants me to be his… best friend? It's weird. But this is vaguely what went on.
I was standing in the lunch cue as normal, deflecting all the points and stares that were the usual now, since I had become Troy's friend. Most of the school had accepted it as normal now; a few glares from Troy had settled that. However, Sharpay still hated me, possibly even more than I thought possible. It seems there is no way to please Ms Evans.
I went to grab my lunch tray after paying, and felt someone behind me. I knew who it was. Troy wears a distinct cologne - a beautiful smell - and it was lingering all around me, like he was himself.
"What for lunch today, Montez?"
I smiled as I turned around, his bright blue eyes I'd learnt not to hate staring right into mine. "Macaroni Cheese, it seems."
He held up his tray for inspection. Then he grinned. "Correct. Ten points to the lady in green." He pointed with one of his fingers holding the tray up, to my shirt - green - and smiled. I laughed, then followed him into the main area with all the table.
Now, this is the pivotal moment. Usually, we'll stand a talk for a few minutes, then I'll go to my table, and he'll go to his. Our parting of ways, until he greets me in the corridor for next class. But today, he grasped my hand tightly. I remember gasping, not used to this form of contact. I knew somewhere insdie my mind that this was what Troy wanted, always.
Then I heard him speak, "Lets sit over there."
He pointed ocne more to one of the tables away from the centre, in the outskirts of the table area, unused - the one that no-one ever sat at. I don't know what it was about that table. It just wasn't where anyone sat. So I was even more confused when we went in the direction, ignoring the gasps and looks from other students.
Now, that may not seem strange and 'upgrading' to you. But I realised right then and there that we were alone. Together. None of his friends were here. And I knew that this was a new stage as soon as we had finished over conversation, and we getting ready to go to class, when he said - "I like sitting here, with you. Let's sit here every day."
So, I'm now upgraded.
Our friendship as been upgraded.
I'm alright with it, I guess.
He's more than happy.
And the whole student body hates me.
Remind me why I agreed to being his friend?
A/N; A little longer than the last one. I wanted to get the fact across that their relationship is progressing, and it is getting harder for Gabriella to relent against him. Next chapter up soon.
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