HEY! I don't know if I said this before, But I don't own ANY OF THE HIGH SCHOOL MUSICAL CHARACTERS.

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Chapter 5

Emmy walked out of the bathroom. She was so upset.

"Hey, Emmy! Can I talk to you?"

Appalled, she turned to see Troy. "I don't want to talk to you!"

"Come on, Emmy!"

"No."

She ran outside. There, she found some people smoking and drinking.

"Hey," said a guy.

"Hi."

"Want a smoke?"

"No! That's gross!"

"Suit yourself."

Emmy had heard that smoking relieves stress. But she had also heard it could make you ill. Either way….

"Give me one."

The guy took one out of his backpack and lit it. He handed it to her.

"What your name?" he asked.

"Emmy," she gagged out. This cigarette was disgusting!

"Emmy….?"

"Bolton."

"You're the little goody-two-shoes in my math class! You don't usually dress like that."

"Well, I've changed. You got a problem with that?"

"No."

"Good."

Emmy noticed that the more she had the cigarette, the more addicting it became.

"Want a beer?"

Emmy knew she was underage. She shouldn't be drinking beer or anything. Still…..

"Sure. Why not?"

He handed her one. She started to drink it.

"Oh God, this is good!" she said.

"So, what are you doin' over here?" the guy asked. "Don't you little pink-wearin' girls have a posse?"

"They ditched me. I have no one now," she said, taking bigger gulps from the beer bottle.

"You can join us. I mean, we don't have a chick in our group yet."

Emmy looked around. They were all guys.

"Well, I guess I have no other option. I mean, I don't want to go back to the little kiss-up I used to be. I was so lame."

"Well, better late than never, right?"

"Yeah, I guess."

"Dude," some other guy said, coming up to her. "Or, dudette…. Anyways, that pink stuff isn't going to work in our group."

"Yeah, I kind of figured that out," she said, looking at all of their black leather.

"But, you could come with me on my motorcycle. I mean, if you want to go get something presentable."

Emmy took a gulp. "Sure. Why don't we go now."

"But, it's school."

"Yeah, well, we're already cutting class. What difference would it make if we went to the store?"

"I guess it wouldn't make a difference."

Emmy blew some smoke at him.

"Well, I guess I'll take you then…."

"No," said the guy who gave her the cigarette and the beer. "I'm taking her. I saw her first!"

"Yeah," Emmy said, the cigarette in her mouth.

"So, we'll take my motorcycle," he said.

Emmy followed him. She couldn't walk in a straight line.

"Alright, doll face, get on."

She got on. "Don't you have a helmet?"

"No. Helmets are for idiots."

Emmy shrugged.

"Are you ready?" he yelled over the motor.

"Yeah!" Emmy grabbed a hold of him. They rode out of the parking lot.

****

"Hey, have you seen Emmy?" Troy asked Gabriella.

She shook her head.

"I don't know where she is. She ran outside the last time I saw her." Troy looked really worried.

"I'm sure she'll be okay." Gabriella said this even though she wasn't really certain.

Troy sighed.

"Hey, Troy!" came a voice from down the hall. It was Chad.

"Hope you can make it to practice today!" he said sarcastically.

"Look, Chad…."

"Just forget it." Chad left.

"You should really go to practice today," Gabriella said.

"Yeah, I know."

Gabriella suddenly looked sick.

"What is it?" Troy asked.

"Oh…. My…. God…."

He turned to see what she was looking at. What he saw made him feel faint.

Emmy was walking down the hall with a tight leather dress. It was all ripped up and way to short. She also had black boots on. Her hair was all ratted and different. She had even more makeup caked on than before. A bunch of boys were following her.

"Emmy!" He grabbed her and pulled her aside.

"Let go of me!"

Troy felt nauseous. "Your breath smells like smoke. Your teeth are yellow." He held up his hand. "Follow my finger."

She was unable to do the task.

"You're drunk!"

"Yeah. So?"

"You've been drinking?!"

"And smoking."

Troy looked up at the boys. "You stay away from my cousin."

"We can hang out with Dollface if we want to. She's one of us now."

Emmy backed away from Troy.

"Come on, Dollface, let's go."

She followed them.

Gabriella turned to Troy. "I'm sorry."

He looked at her. He had tears in his eyes.

Gabriella awkwardly hugged him. "Everything will be okay, Troy."

He hugged her back. "I don't think so."

Gabriella broke the embrace. She gazed at him. "Emmy is just going through a crisis."

Troy smiled slightly.

She looked down.

"Hey," he said. "What's wrong?"

She looked up at him. "I have OCD."

He looked confused.

"Obsessive Compulsive Disorder."

She bit her lip.

"What's wrong with that? It doesn't make you any different."

She nodded. "I guess not."

"Well, I'd better go," he said. He smiled at her and then left.

Gabriella felt uncomfortable. So far, she had lied to both Sharpay and Troy. Hopefully this would hide her real secret. At least for a little bit.