A/N: Well how fun is it that I wrote a new story? I was debating on calling this 'Crazy Beautiful' because it reminds me of that movie. But at the same time, I refuse to make it exactly like that movie. Cliché stories make me angry, even though I write so many of them. : P. Oh well. Point is Gabriella's a bad girl... a real bad girl. And Troy is well... the good guy. If you know what I mean... :) Okay, well don't be afraid to leave a review. Oh and you notice I'm using all TBS lyrics? How exciting. Love, Whitney.

"You are everything I want ‛cause you are everything I'm not."

-TAKING BACK SUNDAY

CHAPTER TWO

I strolled towards the seat next to this hottie. He looked dragged, as if he didn't know anybody in the room. His eyes were looking straight down to the table. I couldn't help but notice how fucking beautiful he was. He was like God's greatest creation. I couldn't keep my eyes off of the symmetrical figure.

I took the seat next to him, a racy smirk on my face. "Hey there."

He lifted his eyes up, and I observed the azure colors in his eyes. He was slightly tan, and it made me wonder if he actually went to a tanning bed. He looked sexy, nonetheless, so I didn't really care.

"Hey." His voice was prostrated, as he stared at me breathlessly.

He must have been shocked at my school girl outfit. I grinned with pride.

"I'm Gabriella, you can call me Gabby. I'm new." I kept my eyes on him, enticed by his beauty. "You're cute."

He seemed surprised that I came out and said that straightforwardly. I could tell he wasn't used to getting attention from girls like me. Or maybe he was into more reserved women. Hell, as if I knew. I wasn't trying to analyze him, but the way he was acting was weird. It was as if I was a celebrity or something—he just gaped at me, abnormally, and hardly said a word.

".. Um, likewise." He finally answered, a forced, domineering grin appearing on his face. "Troy." He finally let out, putting out a hand.

I rolled my eyes. He wanted to shake hands? What a fucking nerd. I grabbed his hand, faking a delighted smile. "Mm, your hands are so hot." I commented, as I clung onto his hand, my words scalding like fire.

He looked speechless, as if he didn't know how to respond. He scratched the back of his head, uncomfortably, and didn't say anything else.

What was wrong with the boy? He could hardly maintain flirting. The only thing he could do was dazzle me with those perfect teeth, and that faultless face. I only stared at him, trying not to expect more.

"Dude! Man! Sharpay is totally going to say yes today." A thrilled voice said from behind me.

I turned my head slightly to find a young man, our age, lurid-colored, with ebony-colored hair and matching eyes. He wore an elongated grin, and a pair of casual jeans and a fibrous gray-shirt. I was shocked that he wasn't wearing something that said ‛Wildcats' all over it. Dumb mascot-obsessive douche bags.

He hadn't noticed me yet, as he continued on, excitedly. "I mean, today's like, the best day for it, right, Troy? She's for sure going to say yes. She just has to, man. I mean, I've been scoring chicks all day, and if she doesn't say yes, then I ought to just--" He noticed me, before sitting himself down.

"Holy shit! Who is this fine piece of," He stopped himself, as I glared at him, detrimentally, "fine piece of woman! Hello!" He sung, taking the seat next to me, gratefully.

Troy only chuckled to this guys' obvious lunacy.

"Um . . . hi." I mustered out, still grimacing at him. "I'm Gabriella, Gabby to you."

"Wow, you must be new, are you not, baby?" He swung, grinning widely.

I rolled my eyes. "Yes, I am new. I really prefer you not call me pet names though."

"I apologize. Troy, is this your woman?" The guy turned to Troy, a look of inquiry in his eyes.

Troy looked to me with slight amused eyes. "No, we just met."

"I'm Zeke." The guy introduced, putting out a hand.

Another handshake? What is wrong with these men? Do they not have the balls to do anything else? Even a normal wink would be better then some lame ass handshake. I extended my hand, nonetheless, "Right."

I noticed him glancing at me, wheezing, as if he had never seen anything better. Troy only continued looking diverted by this.

"And damn I thought Sharpay was something'. Whew." He breathed, still airless.

"Troy!" An extremely annoying, high-pitched, women's voice interrupted each of us, as we all turned around.

A young girl, about 5'3" stood with resplendent blonde hair, and amber-colored eyes. Her hair curled at its ends and seemed graceful to the end of her back. She easily seemed to be preppy, maybe even snotty. Just at the sound of her voice, I knew I wouldn't like her. She was squeaky as hell. Plus, she totally just waddled her tiny ass all the way over towards Troy, practically drawling her long, ruby-red nails into his shoulders. I felt sorry for him, just taking in the disgusted look on his face.

"Um," This girl must have noticed me, because her eyes flickered over towards me with disapproval, "what is that, sitting in my seat?"

I snickered to her ridiculous attempt at insulting me. "Bitch please. I'm full human - I'll assure you. Although I'm pretty sure your nose is fake."

She raised an eyebrow, a look of horror appearing on her face, "Troy! Who is this . . . fool? Please don't tell me you associate with this."

Troy said nothing, just watched me, startled by my honesty.

"Look, woman, I doubt Troy can even speak—your claws are like throttling him." I noticed Zeke's eyes now widening.

"Ugh! Am not!" She retorted, infuriated, as she pulled her fang out of his shoulder.

I hated women that thought they could control men.

"You just were, you stupid whore. I don't even know you, and I already find you extremely annoying. If these two can stand you, they must have earplugs in half the time." I looked to Troy and Zeke, who remained quiet.

"Who are you?" She hissed, sweltering with anger.

"Gabriella Anita Montez. Well, Gabby to you, but personally, I don't want your nasty lips rehearsing my name at all, all right?" I responded, venomously.

She looked as if she was ready to jump over the table and attack me with those gruesomely long fingernails. I winced.

"Well I'm Sharpay Evans. And quite frankly, my daddy owns those buildings named ‛the Evans', so maybe you should reconsider being so discourteous. I am the most popular girl in the school, plus I could totally take you shopping." I never realized how moronic the woman was until she uttered those words.

"I don't give a cat's shit how popular you are. You irritate me with your squeaky voice and your long ass rat fingers, seriously. Go away." I snarled, churlishly.

She looked even more offended. "Ugh!" She gasped, than glared at Troy. "You aren't going to say anything to this imbecile?"

"He can't; you dumb cunt, you're smothering him." I growled.

"Sharpay." Troy began, looking muddled.

"Tell her - tell her she needs to leave! Zeke! You want her gone, don't you?" Sharpay looked desperate, now looking to Zeke, getting no response from Troy.

Zeke looked to her for a second, than burst out laughing. "Dude! Oh my God . . . this girl is the shit." He was looking to me, then back to Troy.

Sharpay heaved, angrily. "You idiots! How is she cool? She looks like a slut."

"Well at least I'm not strangling either of them with my fingernails." I rolled my eyes.

"You two will regret this at lunch." She muttered, walking towards the back of the room, her hair bouncing onto her back with every movement, contemptuously.

I sighed in relief. "Thank God, how the hell do you two put up with that bitch?"

"Dude, that was so hot. How did you do that? I've never seen any person tell off Sharpay before." Zeke instantly stammered, impressed. "I've always thought she was arousing, but hot damn, woman, you are on fire." This guy really couldn't stop with the obsessing, could he?

I looked to Troy, with dauntless eyes. "What about you? I hope you don't mind that I told off your Barbie doll girlfriend."

He didn't seem upset. He actually started laughing. "No, she's not my girlfriend. She's been stalking me since about third grade. I've never had the guts to tell her I really can't stand her though. So, if anything, you just helped out . . . a lot." He smiled at me, gratefully.

"Anytime, gorgeous." I winked at him, seductively.

"We need a nickname for this glorious woman . . . hmm." Zeke pretended to think. "Like lil' G or something."

"Dude, I'm not a thug." I mumbled.

"Ah! Baby G, that's it." He seemed satisfied.

I rolled my eyes. "Whatever."

"Where did you move here from, Gabriella?" Troy's sensuous voice interrupted Zeke's idiotic conversation.

I smirked at him, mystically. "Wouldn't you like to know?"

He gave me an irregular half-smile. "Is that . . . like a secret or something?"

No, I'm messing with you, you oblivious doorknob. "Maybe."

I could still see the thunderstruck expression on his face—it hadn't vanished. Yes, he definitely wasn't used to a woman candidly flirting with him. I guess preppy bitch wasn't that smooth, eh?

"Hmm." Troy's amnesic expression turned into a stolid smile, flashing those sensationally white teeth. Wow, he was so cute.

"I have a secret!" Zeke exclaimed, deliriously.

I groaned, in frustration. "Look, Zelda, or whatever your name is--"

"Zeke." He confirmed, looking slightly hurt.

"Whatever, Zippy. . . I understand you're extremely infatuated with bitches, but can we stop this whole you-are-so-damn-hot-Gabriella thing?" I suggested, raising an eyebrow.

Troy held his mouth, as if suppressing laughter.

Zeke looked tongue-tied for a few minutes, before finally replying. "I'm sorry, it's just we never get girls like you in this school! Your bluntness is appeasing, really."

"Oh, you like it that much?" I inquired, astounded by his idiocy.

"Yes; it's spicy." The way he says the word ‛spicy' kind of freaks me out. "Plus, that outfit, whew, babe, you got a bod to die for."

"You are a pervert, seriously." I was nauseated by his comments.

If every guy in this school was this perverted, I was for sure going to kill myself.

"I know, but what gives? Baby G, you are really something'! Ain't she Troy?" Zeke looked to Troy, as did I, wondering what he would say.

"Yeah, she sure is." Troy winked at me, raunchily.

Now that's what I'm talking about, beautiful. I smirked at him, approvingly.

"Hell yeah! High five girl!" Zeke stuck up a hand, as if expecting me to high five him.

Psf. Yeah, right. I don't know where those hands have been. Well, most-likely in his pants. Horny bastard.

I gave him one, nonetheless. Guess it couldn't kill me too much, I'd just have to wash my hands after this class.

"So is that girl usually that annoying?" I asked, referring to that Sharpay girl, as I looked back towards where she was sitting—with a bunch of pizza-faced nerds. I couldn't help but chuckle in satisfaction.

"Yes." Troy breathed, exasperated. "Usually worse."

"Well I seen the way she dug her nails into your shoulder. I felt sympathy." I admitted, snickering.

"She's hot, but damn, she thinks she can control everybody." Zeke added in, with contravention. "I've been trying to win a date with her since second grade, but she's always had her claws on Troy."

"So I've noticed. You poor thing." I sympathized for Troy, giving him playful eyes. "Haven't you ever considered telling her the truth?"

"Yeah, but the thing is, Sharpay's good friends with a few of my friends, and that control she has over people, well, I'm pretty positive they'd be mad at me." Troy answered, skeptically.

"That's pure hell. If I were you, I'd say, fuck the friends." I shrugged, heedlessly.

Troy and Zeke only looked at me with atypical eyes.

"Sorry, didn't mean to like, go overboard or something. You two seem like the type of guys who don't cuss, drink, or smoke or anything." I apologized, not really sorry.

"Oh, hell no. I love to party." Zeke flashed a pair of spotless teeth, presumptuously.

I cackled. "Right," I looked to Troy, "what about you?"

"Well. . ." Troy looked a bit embarrassed. "I try to avoid that kind of stuff, mostly because I'm in basketball."

"Boring!" I coughed, disappointed.

I was never interested in really good boys. Troy was undeniably attractive—but it would be hard for him to deal with my ways. If I wanted to get a nice lay from him, there was no way he'd be able to deal with me.

"So, Zeke," I turned my attention to Zeke, trying to avoid negative thoughts about Troy. "You smoke, drink, party?"

"All; I like to have a good time. And yeah, I enjoy smoking up some bud."

"Mm. Nice, we'll have to hang sometime soon and smoke it up." I looked to Troy, hopefully. "If you want, you should too. I'd like to see your pretty eyes sometime."

He bit his bottom lip, startled. "Well, that'd be a pretty ballsy move, but for now, I gotta stick with basketball."

"Humph." No fun.

By this time, class had started, and the teacher was heading our way, ready to scold us for talking and disrupting class. He seemed annoyed enough. "Please, refrain from talking if you can, all of you, unless you'd like a move already."

"Oh, Mr. Van Hook, we're sorry. We didn't realize class had started." Zeke gave the teacher sorrowful eyes.

Art class seemed to go by swiftly. And I kind of understood why. It was intriguing, meeting Troy and Zeke. Troy seemed so innocent, so chaste. I wondered if he had ever gotten in trouble in his life. He seemed the type to get straight A's, and live up to his family's expectations, not his own. Yet, I was mesmerized by his beauty. I had to see what's beyond those clothes. I had to. And I couldn't stop grinning at the naughty thoughts in my mind.

I could tell he had his own image here. Sharpay definitely folded into his hypnotizing eyes. Most of the girls in the Art class would glance back at him, admiring him, than turn back around. I could easily notice the aesthetic light that emitted off of him every time he moved. He had that spark about him. Yet, he was the opposite of what I was accustomed to. You know those guys with tattoos and piercings, the one with muscles bulging out of their arms, like David Beckham? Yeah, those were my type of men - the one's that could save you from everything and they were so fatally attractive. Yet they were enticing because they scared you. Oh, and just to let you know, I have a gigantic poster of David Beckham in my room; he is fucking sexy.

Basically, I was never into pretty boys.

I had a feeling that East High was going to be pretty surreal. It became even stranger when I walked into physics, finding myself seated adjacent to Sharpay Evans. I couldn't help but groan in distaste. She hadn't noticed me until I did this, then she just turned to me, looking as appalled as I was.

"Oh, it's you." She sneered, unhappy to my presence, obviously.

"Yay, the squeaky bitch." I muttered, disrespectfully.

She didn't say anything back. She really sucked with defending herself, honestly.

"I like your boots." She suddenly commented, a sudden insouciant tone to her voice. What was she trying to pull, anyways?

I clenched my fists. "Right."

"Seriously, they are so hot, where did you get them?" She asked again, the same mellow tone coming from her glossed lips.

I looked down to my boots, unenthusiastic. "Okay, thanks? Since when did you like things that aren't pink?" I figured she liked pink—the majority of pedantic women liked pink the best.

Really, I didn't like it much.

"I do. Deal with it. You own designer clothes?" She inquired, her squeaky tone suddenly vanishing.

I turned to her, raising an eyebrow. "Are you trying to make a conversation with me?" She must have been wretched if she was desperate for my approval.

"Yes." She admitted, looking down to her feet, ashamed.

"Um, right. . . Why? I don't like you." I mumbled, giving her a sideways glance.

"Your clothes are hot. We'd have rad shopping adventures."

"You are demented." I looked away from her, finding myself staring at an extremely arousing physics teacher.

Fuck, how many hot guys do they have in this school? I almost started drooling over his flaxen-colored locks and his dreamy sapphire colored eyes.

"Wow, Mr. Messacar, please come to my bedroom." I whispered, despairingly.

"Yum." I heard Sharpay add from beside me.

"Is he not the creation of God himself? You can totally tell." I breathed, in aghast.

"Yeah, imagine his thirty-year old package." Sharpay didn't seem serious.

Mrs. Messacar talked for a little while, than passed out a pretest—something I had to do in the majority of my classes, the first day of class anyways. I really wasn't any good at physics, so I was dreading this entirely.

Sharpay passed me the paper. "Are you any good at physics?"

"God no, and even if I was, I wouldn't help your bitch ass." I snorted, loutishly.

"Thanks." Sharpay murmured. "My brother's pretty good at it. Psst, Ryan." She whispered to a boy with sandy-colored hair, who was sitting in front of me.

He turned around, his small lips curving into a cunning smile. My jaw dropped, horrendously. "That is not your brother." I hissed to her, percussive.

"Yeah, that would be him." She seemed agitated that she even had a brother, while I was having a panic attack.

"Oh my God Sharpay . . . he is so cute." I whispered, breathlessly.

He was - he was like the second god of the school, besides Troy and Mr. Massacre.

"You are ill-minded. Don't you fuck with my brother; he's a virgin." Sharpay sneered, dangerously.

"He's so cute and hygienic, he's like a doll." I ignored her.

He was. He had hazel colored eyes and wore a coy hat on his head, which was even more adorable! He was pallid color, and wore old-styled, dorky pants, and a striped pink shirt. Why did innocent men appeal to me now?

"Gabriella," Sharpay hissed, "you can't mess with my brother!"

He seemed even worse then Troy. He looked so virginal - as if he had never experienced anything, like a new seed or something. I couldn't stop smiling at his innocence. It was cute.

"Ryan, can I borrow your answers, pretty please?" I interrupted Sharpay, putting on an aseptic grin.

He raised an eyebrow. "I'm new, Gabriella Montez." I introduced, winking at him, ignoring Sharpay's glaring.

"Ooh! So, you're the new girl?" He beamed at me, suddenly, "I'm Ryan Evans - pleased to meet you." He was so proper and polite.

"I'm horrible at physics, Ryan. Do you think you could give me some answers?" I batted my eyelashes at him, provokingly, keeping the fresh grin on my face.

"You know, Ryan, I don't think that's such a good idea." Sharpay snipped at her brother, grimacing at me from the side. "You should give me the answers."

Ryan seemed unable to resist my charms though, and frowned at Sharpay. "Sharpay, you've been going here for years. You've taken this class twice now." Sharpay blushed at his reminder. "I think Gabriella, being new, should be able to at least look at my answers and try and understand better. Cheating isn't good, which I'm sure she wasn't planning on doing. . ."

"Oh no," I winked at him, naughtily. (Man, I've been winking a lot.) "I wouldn't ever cheat."

He grinned, easily believing me. Damn, he was vulnerable. "Good, then you can definitely look over my answers and understand." He tilted back in his seat, in perfect rhythm, handing me his paper.

I smirked with patronage. Sharpay was pouting, her arms folded, as she kicked the front of her desk, angrily.

I began scribbling down Ryan's answers, rapidly. The writing was so neat and straight, he must have been a genius. I could tell by the way he presented himself that he had a brain. He was a good guy—just like Troy.

I handed it back to him, thankful. "Yep, our answers were exact." I lied, the smirk still not fading, despite Sharpay's growling from beside me.

"Wow, so, you're new, eh? You must be pretty good at physics." He assumed, grabbing the paper from my hand.

"Apparently so," I gave him a cheeky smile, "we should study together sometime—we'd make a great pair, hmm, cutie?" I suggested.

He blushed, turning a rosy-red color. I couldn't help but snicker at his unfamiliarity towards women hitting on him. What was wrong with these boys? Obviously they don't have any real flirting women in this school. They lacked so much. This boy was still a virgin—that definitely needed to change.

"Y-yeah, that would be neat." He scratched the back of his head, kind of like Troy did earlier today, stuttering nervously.

Sharpay was only looking at us with disgust.

Ryan turned back to the chalkboard, as I rested back in my seat. As I was expecting, Sharpay began to scold me. "I thought you were like, into Troy or something, that's why you totally extruded me from Troy's art table?"

"Uh, no, Troy's cute as hell though. I yelled at you because, quite frankly, Sharpay, I can't stand you." I mumbled, lowly.

"So, let me get this straight, you intend on playing my brother and Troy Bolton?" Sharpay inquired, furrowing her eyebrows at me.

"And that fine ass teacher if I can." I looked towards Mr. Messacar, who was sitting at his desk.

"Please." Sharpay laughed, hollowly. "Leave my brother alone."

"Why? Are you afraid he won't be your bitch anymore if I don't?" I asked, gaining an attitude.

She twitched her fingers, fussily, "No. . ." She looked guilty.

"Yes. I do what I want. So don't try and boss me around, honey." I sneered at her.

"I'm not, but honestly, do you think Troy and Ryan will be happy about that?" She questioned, folding her arms.

"You're fucking retarded. They're men. I've done this before—boys really don't care."

"Yeah, and they would have to be stupid to care about someone like you." Her abhorrent, squeaky tone had come back.

"You shut up. Troy can't even stand you." I informed her, balefully.

"It's not that . . . he just . . . hasn't realized he's in love with me yet." Sharpay stuttered, looking away from me with hurt eyes.

"Whatever. If that's what keeps you asleep at night." I muttered, harshly.

"The only reason they like you is because you're a slut and they know that they can get stuff from you." She seemed angry now. "So, bitch please."

"Don't you ever bitch please me, you dumb, fake bitch." I growled at her, my anger now getting the best of me. "I'd rather be liked because I'm a slut then be hated for being a fake, annoying, squeaky little bitch."

"God, Gabriella. He's my brother. Like it or not, I do care about his feelings." Sharpay interrupted my bellowing. "Don't break his heart."

I chuckled, aloofly. "Honestly, Sharpay? You don't scare me."

"Gabriella, promise me you won't break his heart. My brother is weak; he won't be able to live with it." She was besieging me.

"Honestly, Sharpay, don't bet on anything. I'd rather go to hell then listen to you." I hissed underneath my breath as the bell rang.

I made sure I was the first one out of those ghastly doors.

END OF CHAPTER

Okay, so here we are again. Gabriella is kind of, extremely mean, I apologize. She's used to guys who are rough and don't care about her though. One night stands, hookups that mean nothing to the other person. She has a slight attraction to Troy and Ryan. (And obviously that physics teacher haha.) However, this story concentrates on Troyella, so we'll see what happens, right? Want some updates? Leave me reviews. Let me know I'm not alone on reading this. : P. Oh, and next chapter TROY'S POV! YAY.

-Whitney.