A/N: Darlings! Thanks so much for your reviews. I enjoy writing this story because I find Gabriella and Zeke irresistible. Aha. Of course. And Troy, who's the innocent guy. Duh. But will Gabriella convert him over? Scary thought. Can you imagine Zac Efron smoking pot? He'd be a sexy bad boy. All right aaha. I'm done talking. : P. Don't forget to leave a review. PS; I really enjoyed HSM3's Scream act that was beautiful. He was beautiful. Ha. I was like, wow. Troy's pissed. : P Love always, Whitney.
"You're a touch overrated. You're a lush, and I hate it."
-TAKING BACK SUNDAY
CHAPTER FIVE
Gabriella's Mind-
[Physics before the day of the Bolton/Montez dinner]
"I didn't know that we had homework in this class." I muttered, satiated by the sudden collection of papers in physics.
Sharpay just rolled her eyes, "We have homework in this class every day, as if today would be any different, Gabriella."
"Where the fuck is your brother? He should be here—giving me answers." I deflected my eyes over to the empty seat in front of me, the seat where Ryan usually sat.
"Ugh." Sharpay shrieked, revolted. I suddenly wished that I owned earplugs. "Isn't there anything that will keep you from screwing with my brother, Gabriella? Seriously - I will give you my wardrobe if you leave him alone."
"What's the fun in having a bunch of pink clothes?" I mimicked. "How boring can you seriously get? And there's not much you can do. Sorry, bitch."
She looked like she was about to explode. "What have I ever seriously done to you?"
"Nothing."
"Then why do you feel the need to keep butchering me like that?"
"I wasn't butchering you. Butchering would be grabbing an ax and skinning you to death." I informed her, dryly.
She wrinkled her nose, "Whatev - I think you're just po'ed because Troy Bolton doesn't want to get in bed with you." Her lips formed to a baneful, disgusting smirk.
I glared at her. "Hell, that's the last of my worries. It's not like he wants to get with you either, sister."
"Humph. Well I don't want him anymore. There's a new boy in my Composition class. He's like, whoa gorgeous." Sharpay squealed, excitedly, suddenly a smile appearing on her face. Stupid, preppy, bipolar dumb asses. . .
"Whoa gorgeous? That's the most annoying phrase I have ever heard in my life. And if you're not messing with Troy anymore, then. . ." I suddenly grinned, having an idea. "Tell me about him."
"What?" Sharpay looked befuddled.
"Troy Bolton," I clarified, watching her with intense eyes, "I might just leave your brother alone if you do." Ha. Yeah right, I would still most definitely fuck with that kid, but I need to know why Troy Bolton is so petrified of me.
"Wait. Are you serious?" Sharpay was definitely buying it.
"Hell yeah, woman - you give me deats on that sexy man and I will stay off of your bro, for sure. Troy is like, the definition of hot. Your brother is just nerdy in a cute way."
"Please," She looked as if she was about to hurl, "My brother is so gross. You should try living with him. He's a pig, despite how he acts in school." She cringed.
"Right, so, Troy Bolton, tell me everything you know about him." I grinned, feeling accomplished that I manipulated Sharpay into agreeing to this.
She still looked unsure, but began, anyways. "Um . . . well, he's kind of really obsessed with basketball. His number is fourteen, and he's the star basketball player of our school. Chad's his best friend, Chad and Zeke. His dad is the basketball coach. . ." She was basically telling me things I already knew.
"Dude, I fucking know that shit already. Tell me something I don't know." I pleaded, rolling my eyes, as I began copying her physics homework.
"Um . . . well, last year, he tried out for a musical in drama and he got the part, but then he ditched out because his dad found out and made him - and, because Chad and Zeke wouldn't leave him alone about it. He was really good though. Like, he had the most amazing singing voice. And he can dance like a pro." She gushed, looking extremely infatuated by this.
"Wait, he sings?" I raised an eyebrow. That's something I wouldn't have expected. "He's a musical guy? Like, you're serious?"
"Yes. I swear." She looked dead-serious. "He's really good. He supposedly joined as a joke, his friends dared him. But I think he liked it. He was extremely good at being optimistic about it. I got to dance with him a few times, and sing with him. It was beautiful." Once again, she was in some kind of I-love-Troy-Bolton trance.
"That's . . . weird." I couldn't find a better word. He was an athlete, not a ballerina. I wouldn't have expected that in a thousand years. Most kids get made fun of for being involved in drama arts—at least, guys that is. I guess it's understandable why he stopped, Zeke and Chad probably did taunt him like crazy.
"Yeah, but secretly, I think he likes it. That's just me though." She shrugged.
"Okay . . . but what the fuck turns him on? Seriously, he's like impossible." I sighed. "Like, does he not get turned on? Does he even have a penis, seriously? I mean, he doesn't flirt, he winks or smiles, and that's just not good enough."
"Yeah, that's his way of flirting." Sharpay snickered. "Everybody knows about the wink. When he winks at you, you know he's trying."
"Trying to act like he's attracted to me? He's ridiculously timid." I furrowed my eyebrows. "I mean, am I going to have to literally flash him just to make his eyes look at me?"
"You just might have to." Sharpay looked diverted by this. "I've been trying for years - he still hasn't acknowledged me like that. And everybody knows that he's too hot to be a homo." She suddenly smiled. "Are you falling for him?"
"What the hell girl? I don't fall for guys. I just don't understand why he's like, revolted or something." Falling for him? She must have lost her mind.
"Maybe he does like you, he's just . . . not used to being flirted with. I don't know, Gabriella." Sharpay's eyes gazed to the front. "He's hard to read. That's why I give up." She looked back to me. "I mean, I've been friends with him for awhile."
"Could you, I dunno, help me?" I inquired, suddenly feeling stupid. Why the hell was I so desperate to get with this kid - because he's super-hot? Yeah, that's gotta be it.
"God, Gabriella. Yesterday you were yelling at me, now you're asking me for help?" Sharpay looked annoyed by this.
"Yeah, well, I must have judged you wrong or something. It just pissed me off how you were like cutting your fingernails into Troy." I shrugged.
"My nails are just long—they tend to make it seem like I'm strangling someone." Sharpay didn't even look insulted.
"So, you'll help me or not? I'll give you money, clothes, whatever you want." Damn, I was despondent. She even looked surprised by this. I don't know how she'd even help me. I guess I figured she knew a hell lot more about him then I did.
"We'll go shopping." She was beaming now, as if I had just said the right thing exactly.
"Um . . . okay?" Weird girl.
"Come with me after school today. We'll watch them practice. That new stud I was telling you about is on the team, too." She smirked, skittishly.
Our teacher, (the hot ass Mr. Messacar) was already teaching when we both looked back to the board. As if on cue, someone came trudging through the door—Ryan. I grinned, but then realized what I had told Sharpay.
Note to self: Do not flirt with Ryan when Sharpay's around.
Damn, and to think I thought there'd be no rules.
Art Class—Day of Montez/Bolton Dinner.
Art class was really boring. And I mean, really boring. Zeke was loud and annoying, as usual, while Troy and I just sat there, tight-lipped. Sharpay would wave to me anxiously from across the room now. I seriously think she was getting a bit obsessed with me, too. What was up with the wildcats? They were all so addicted to new students.
"Dude. . . I seen rainbows and Mufasa." Zeke continued on.
"Mufasa is the shit, don't knock him. And I was with you, dumb ass." I reminded him, chuckling, as I continued molding the clay I had in my hands.
"Hell no - Scar was the pimp in that movie, I dunno what you're talking' about, sweet cheeks." Zeke only shook his head.
"Sweet cheeks?" I almost threw up, "that's a new one, Zeke."
"Damn straight. You have some sweet cheeks, girl! Don't she, aye, Troy?" Zeke's eyes flickered over to Troy, who was extremely concentrated in his project. I couldn't help but smirk at him. He looked so engrossed, with his light ebony-colored shorts and neon-green sweatshirt. He even had those adorable checkered tennis on (vans, I think?). And plus, his hair, as always, was tossed to perfection. Damn.
"Dude, talk my man." Zeke begged, looking to Troy, who didn't look up.
"Yeah, Zeke," Troy finally agreed, not enthused. I rolled my eyes. He truly was difficult, was he not? I mean, what have I ever done to him . . . besides well, him having to deal with me stoned.
"Hey thanks for ditching me the other day, you fucking douche bag." I snarled to Zeke, recalling the incident.
"Baby G, what you talking' ‛bout girl? I wouldn't ditch you for anything." He played innocent.
"Oh, I don't know, well, what about the time when I got you some dank and you dropped me off, and Troy had to babysit me?" Troy's eyes finally flickered up at my comment, and then he looked over towards Zeke, as if wanting an explanation.
"Ah." Zeke looked enlightened. "Well, shit, girl, I was just messed up, I didn't know what I was doin'. And T-man totally saved you, so it was okay, right?"
"Fuck that, what if T-man wasn't around? I would have broken my head open." I grimaced at Zeke, who put his hands up, as if to protect himself from me.
"She's right. She could have. I was there." Troy finally pitched in, his eyes never leaving Zeke. "That was pretty low, man."
"Well, all right, you super fuck, I'm glad you saved the day, but I seriously didn't mean to leave like that. I was a bit fucked up though you wouldn't understand ‛cuz you too scared to do shit like that." Zeke provoked, glaring at Troy.
"Whatever, man." Troy looked infuriated by this and went back to his work, not saying any more.
I furrowed my eyebrows; so much for best friends forever, eh? Damn, it was like World War III over here.
"You guys ever take a shit in the morning? You need to chill out." I lectured them.
"Baby G, my bowl movements are none of your concern, ya dig?" Zeke was such a jackass.
"It was an expression. And no, I'm not a dog, I don't dig." I rolled my eyes, now understanding Troy's annoyance with this guy. He must have been mentally retarded. He just had to be. I heard Troy chuckle at my response.
"Thanks for helping me yesterday, Troy." I finally said, looking over to him, giving him a bawdy grin.
He returned the smile, politely, "Yeah, I guess your parents were pretty happy about it. They invited my family to dinner tonight."
I winced. Seriously - were they on drugs? Were they drunk when they said this? They must have been out of their minds. Why in the world would they invite Troy's family over for dinner? Troy's family and my family, that's like, two different worlds. They could brag about Troy, while my parents could complain about me.
"Erm, right. That'll be . . . painful." I couldn't find a better word.
"Why do you say that?" He looked confused. Ah, the oblivion is back. Knuckle head.
Blockhead - who was it in cartoons that always called their friends blockheads? I don't know, but they're my new idols.
"Because . . . well, shit, it'll be all like; Troy gets straight A's, is the star player of the basketball team, and my parents, they won't know what to say because I don't have any accomplishments." I chuckled, a bit embarrassed.
"I'm sure you have some." Troy said it so lowly, I'm positive he almost agreed with me, secretly.
"Baby G, I bet you're pretty damn good in bed, eh?" Zeke . . . the damn pervert.
"Dude, my sex life is none of your business, so please erect that into your rectum. Jesus, Zelda."
"Girl, you know my name, and you know I ain't no Nintendo 64 character, seriously - and what you talking' ‛bout rectums for?" I couldn't help but notice that Troy was about to burst out laughing.
"Dude whatever, I'm just saying, please mind your own business. I wasn't even talking to you." I was really getting sick and tired of this guy, seriously.
"Aw, damn. But I wanna talk too. We got high together; does that mean nothing to you now?" He acted like we were in love with each other for a year or something. He was getting all dramatic and shit. It was kind of disturbing.
"Dude, I get high with homeless people. That doesn't mean that we're giving each other Lumpkin's on the side." I rolled my eyes.
"What the hell is a Lumpkin?" Ha, ha.
"Don't worry ‛bout it, let's just say it has something to do with rectums." I have no idea why I kept talking about shit, but it was funny. And the fact that Zelda didn't know what a Lumpkin was . . . well, it amused me. "Anyways, Troy," I looked back to the beautiful blue-eyed Zac-Efron-Look-Alike next to me.
Yeah, did I mention Troy Bolton looks a lot like Zac Efron? How ironic.
"So you totally look like Zac Efron."
"Dude, he totally does. That is insane."
"Hey, Zoe? Please, shut up." I commanded, glaring at Zeke.
"It's Zeke." I think he was boiling by now. "But, man, Zac Efron is so cool. He's like my idol. Seriously, have you seen the way he dances?"
"Yeah. He sings real well too. Plus he goes out with that one chick."
"Vanessa Hudgens? Wow, she is fine." He licked his lips.
"If I was a guy, I'd do her."
"You kind of look like her." He smirked.
"Then if I was a guy I'd totally do myself." I confessed a bit confused on my own words. Troy was looking at us as if we were lunatics.
"If I was a guy I'd totally do you."
"Zelden, you are a guy."
"It's Zeke."
"Meh. They all start with Z's." I shrugged, heedlessly, than looked back to Troy, "So, you seriously do look like Zac Efron." He didn't respond, "I mean you've got his features. The only thing you're lacking is the name. I bet you were born in San Lupis Obispo secretly, and I bet you have a brother named Dylan, maybe he moved to Ireland and that's why he's not in New Mexico. And you even have a hint of the accent he does. It's weird that he has an accent but you can tell if you watch enough YouTube videos of him. I'm kind of weirdly obsessed with him, but that's okay. So if you were him, I'd have to take a picture with you and get your autograph. I bet Zeke would too." I didn't realize I was rambling on like a moron.
". . .Troy. You aren't Zac Efron are you?" Zeke was staring with wide eyes.
"You guys, you're giving me a headache." Troy muttered, rubbing his forehead.
"Sorry." We both said in unison.
Afterschool-- Gymnasium-
"Are you sure we don't look a little strange, just sitting here? I mean we are like the only one's watching them. It's kinda creepy. I would be freaked out." I couldn't help but feel stupid for being the only one's sitting on the bleachers, waiting endlessly for the men to come strolling out for basketball practice.
"I do this all the time." Sharpay assured me, grinning. "You just wait until the end when they all are so sweaty and they take their shirts off because they're sweating so much."
"Damn, woman. Your mind is in the gutter. My mind is totally there with yours." I chuckled. But seriously, Troy with no shirt on= Yow.
"They're coming. I can hear them." Sharpay informed me, as we heard a loud commotion of voices and running.
"It's like a God damn stampede. How can you not hear them?" I watched them all faultlessly run out to the court, in a huge line. Troy seemed to lead it, Chad running parallel to him. They wore jerseys, sporting their numbers, and of course, the title, Wildcats - so mascot-obsessed.
"You guys are all so obsessed with wildcats. It's disgusting."
"It's our mascot." Sharpay acted as if it was dense of me to say such a thing.
"So? You guys have like thousands of mascot shirts. It's weird."
"They're required to wear those jerseys, Gabriella." Now she really was trying to make me feel idiotic.
"Dude, what the fuck ever, I'm just saying. You guys need to stop being so obsessive."
"So see number sixteen? That's my man." Sharpay pointed towards a guy with long, dark brown hair, and dark eyes. He was muscular, but definitely not as attractive as Troy.
"What's so great about him?" I asked, colorlessly.
"He's dreamy." She gushed, breathlessly.
"You are a fucking nut. He is like, a normal, boring guy. There's nothing special about him." You can tell I'm a very optimistic person.
"Exactly. But look at those muscles." She was in some daydream state by now.
"Um? He's kind of scrawny compared to Troy." I glanced over towards Troy, who had the most beautiful muscles on the universe. Never thought I'd say that, either. Chad looked pretty damn sexy in his jersey also.
"Encourage me, Gabriella." Sharpay murmured, dryly.
"Oh . . . erm, right. Holy shit, that boy is fiiiiiine!" I elbowed her, dramatically.
Chad must have noticed us, or maybe he heard me bellowing like an imbecile. He stopped dribbling and looked up to us. He instantly grinned at the sight of me, and began to wave frantically. Troy stopped also, and curiously followed Chad's eyes. He didn't react, and muttered something to Chad. Chad frowned, but then followed Troy. They began to shoot hoops, as if they never seen us.
"You know Chad?" Sharpay asked, raising an eyebrow.
"Eh, he's kind of in one of my classes. I think he might like me. . ." I admitted, sheepishly.
"Wait, but that's Troy's best friend!" She turned to me, as if I was harebrained. "What the hell are you doing?"
"Geez, chill. I didn't ask him to like me. He comes to my locker sometimes."
"Do you flirt with him?"
"Uh, well, duh, he's fucking cute!" Her eyes were widening more and more. "Sharpay?" I inquired, confused on why she wasn't responding.
"Um, maybe Troy doesn't like you, because. . . I dunno, all of his friends like you?" She suggested, as if I was a dumb ass.
"What the hell does that have to do with anything?" I was getting agitated. "He gets all nervous and looks away from me—I seriously think he's just afraid of me."
"Well, shoot, Gabriella, I don't know. Maybe he does. Guys act nervous when they like you."
"It's impossible to get anything done with someone who's afraid of me." I groaned.
"Well, why must you have Troy? I mean, if you're getting with Chad and Zeke--"
"Whoa, hell no, I am not getting with Zeke." I assured her, swiftly, and rigidly. "Zeke's a jackass, and he is a complete pervert. He gets on my nerves like crazy."
"I agree, but you've been hanging out with him. . ." Sharpay furrowed her eyebrows.
"That doesn't mean I like him. He's a lot of fun to smoke with, that's all. He can want me all he wants; he definitely isn't going to get me." I watched Troy make a hoop, high-fiving his friends. "I want the hottest guy in the school, that's who I want."
"So you can use him and abuse him?" Sharpay watched me with distraught eyes.
"Yes. I would just love to see what's underneath that." I smirked, evilly.
"You scare me." Sharpay uttered. "I can understand why you scare Troy."
"Whatever." I hissed. "I'll make him want me, Shar."
"You know, I'm not sure if I want to be involved in these conniving plans of yours anymore." Sharpay admitted, looking a bit terrified.
"Dude, stop freaking, okay? I'm serious."
"Wait, do you actually want to hurt him? Because, I thought you were into guys who weren't going to get interested in you." Sharpay looked puzzled.
"Of course, there will be no strings attached. I'll just get him to do things with me."
"Are you sure he'd go along with that without caring?" Sharpay didn't seem convinced.
"He's a guy. He has to help his man pleaser sometime, you know?" I chuckled. "And most men don't care. So why would he? We're completely different people. He can't even stand half of the shit I do."
"Yeah, you're right." She finally agreed, watching them practice. "Damn, Danforth is sweating a lot."
I smirked, "Yeah. God, I just love his curls. Aren't they just adorable?"
Sharpay snickered, "Duh. So, where'd you move here from anyways? Were the guys hot there?"
"NYC, and yeah, they were really hot. I like your guys better though. They're all so innocent, you get to mold them."
"Mold them?"
"Yeah; aren't half of them virgins?" I asked, grinning.
"Majority - and that's only because they're so picky." Sharpay responded, indifferently, "You've got them all lined up for you though. I don't know how you did it."
"Just a little charm, that's all." I shrugged. "Wow, I think Troy needs a shower." I couldn't help but giggle at the sight of how drenched he was with sweat. Hot, damn.
After practice-
"Come on, let's go talk to them." Sharpay persuaded me, practically dragging me off of the bleachers.
"Woman, chill out, they already think we're probably stalking them." I chuckled, following behind her, obediently.
She blew a raspberry, "Right. Hey guys! Wait up." She called out to them, boisterously. I'm surprised that people blocks away couldn't hear her. She really had a big mouth.
The entire team of wildcats turned around, and I noticed most of their faces darkening. The majority of them really did not like Sharpay. However, Chad's face seemed to lighten when he noticed me, and he began walking towards us. Wow, was I really that fascinating - seriously?
"Hey Gabriella, Sharpay." He cringed slightly just saying her name. The rest of the team, including Troy, followed reluctantly behind them. A lot of them just looked at us strangely, probably because we were hanging out.
"I, uh, well, I know this probably looks so weird - Sharpay and I are friends now." I explained, airlessly. Chad only raised an eyebrow, as did Troy.
". . . Ah, I see." Chad finally replied, then folded his arms.
"You guys did awesome." Sharpay gushed, elbowing me, as if hinting for me to say something.
I advanced towards the group, my eyes locking on Troy, trying to seduce him with my eyelashes, "Troy, that shot you made at the end - that was fucking hot."
Troy just shrugged, as usual, and looked a bit uncomfortable. "Yeah, thanks. . ." He said it appreciatively, but I could tell he was fidgeting, as if he was uneasy about it.
Chad was frowning. "Well, I'm gonna leave. I have to be home." He announced, looking suddenly really irritated. I raised an eyebrow, as he began strolling away, earning high-five's from some of his teammates on the way out of the gym.
"What the fuck is his problem?" I asked, perplexed.
"I dunno. I gotta get home though. I'll see you later tonight for dinner." Troy threw the basketball back to one of his teammates, and jogged off towards the locker room. His teammates followed him, loyally.
I stood there, gaping. "That's the most I've heard him say."
Sharpay laughed. "Oh my gosh. Chad got so pissed that you were flirting with Troy."
I groaned. "Why? He shouldn't even care!"
"Because he wants you all to himself—all guys do."
"No, they fucking don't, just you weird ass wildcats." I muttered, dryly.
"What are you going to do?" Sharpay asked, folding her arms, expectantly.
"Nothing - Chad doesn't own me. Hell, I never even told him I liked him."
"True, but he still looked pissed." Sharpay added.
"Ugh, I don't care—I'll do them all!" I declared, annoyed.
"Are you insane, Gabriella? They're all friends!" Sharpay shrieked at me, worriedly.
"So? I'm not committed to any of them. So it's okay." I assured her.
END OF CHAPTER.
Okay, fun times, yeah? Gabriella is such a whore. I love her. Hahaaa. Next year is the big Bolton/Montez dinner. Oh dear. Chad's crushing on Gabriella now. And what's gonna happen with Ryan? Will she be able to reject him in front of Sharpay? ;) Btw, Sharpay's cool now! They're going to be best friends. Yay. I hate making her mean in every single story. So this time she'll be cool. All right. Well leave a review if you want update. Let me know what's up. Oh, and if you want to know what a Lumpkin is (if you don't know like Zeke didn't) go to and search for it. Lmao. Love, Whitney.