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I never did mind people starring at me, or talking about me for that matter.

It always happened. Every school I went to, people would talk about me, because I was the "new freaky math kid"

I felt like I was the main attraction at the zoo. It was embarrassing at first, but then I dealt with it.

This school was different. Nobody starred at me. They were talking about me, but that was just because I was new. I didn't feel like the main attraction. In fact, I felt normal, like I was part of the school. Well, that's until I realized who the main attraction at this school was.

"OH MY GOSH!! TROY BOLTON!!" A blonde haired cheerleader screamed. She was jumping up and down and her "friends" were screaming with her.

I felt sick. I slammed my locker shut. What was he? Some kind of God?

"Basketball Captain." Came a voice from behind me. It was Taylor, that girl from homeroom, and English and Math and Science. In fact she was in half my classes today.

"Huh?" I asked, I had no idea what she was talking about.

"Troy Bolton. He's the basketball captain. Not a God." She smiled.

I looked at her. Could she read minds or something? I swear I didn't say that out loud. Wait, did I? Wow this girl know how to confuse a person

"I knew that you were thinking about him." She said. My eyes went wide, so she could read minds!

"All the new kids always do think the same thing." She sighed.

So, she cant read minds. Well its not like its possible anyways…..

"What's so good about the basketball captain though?" I asked. At my other schools Football always seemed to be the main attraction. I don't know why. Big heavy guys getting pushed around. It seemed painful.

" First reason." She said, raising an eyebrow. "Basketball is huge here. Basketball is their Football. And if you don't want to have the school hating you, then you have to learn to love basketball." She looked a bit disgusted as she said it. "But School Spirit is another thing. You have to be….."

"School Spirity…?" I asked.

"Not exactly the word I was looking for, but yes." She smiled. I groaned. "I hate school spirit."

"I'm right their with you. But its something that we have to live with."

I sighed. This school was already being difficult.

""Reason number two." She continued looking at me. "Troy. Bolton."

"Troy." I repeated. "The basketball captain." He was in half my classes too. If not all of them. Wait, he wasn't in Math.

She nodded. "The cheerleaders favourite thing." She threw them a sickening look. "Girls want to be with him. Guys want to be him. We don't get on the wrong side of him."

I raised my eyebrow. Interesting. "Why don't we get on the wrong side of him."

"He has a temper…." She trailed off.

"Don't we all?" I asked, this girl was a very confusing person.

"His temper is, well, you'll probably have to see it." She said.

I nodded. "Fair enough. I get it pretty well. Evil Jock, Bad temper, School Spirit, basketball. I think this school is probably one of the easiest I've been too. Well apart from all the school spirit. That's the hard thing." I silently groaned to myself again, as my Cell vibrated. I took it out of my pocket at read the name. Brian.

I saw Taylor looking over my shoulder. "Are you going to answer it?"

I shrugged as I rejected the call. "It's not important."

"I hope you don't mind me prying but, Who's Brian?" She asked. Curiosity written all over her face.

I really didn't know how to answer that question. Nor did I want too. I didn't wasn't people I just met knowing my business.

"GABI!!" Someone shouted. I looked up, and saw a guy rushing over to me. Arms outstretched and hair bouncing wildly. I smiled so much my mouth hurt.

"Chad!" I said as he threw his arms around me. "I missed you!"

He smiled. "I just saw you like a week ago, but I missed you more!" He pulled away then threw his arms back around me.

"How have you been?" He asked quietly in my ear.

I shrugged. "Okay, he just called me."

Chad pulled away at starred at me. "You didn't answer it right?"

I shook my head. "No."

He nodded and let out a sigh. "Good." He looked over at Taylor and a smirk formed on his face. "Mckessie. How's it going?"

She snorted. "Like you'd care. How do you two know each other?" She asked, she seemed a bit ticked off.

"Best friends since second grade." He said, throwing an arm around my shoulder.

Taylor nodded stiffly. "Fair enough. Why weren't you in homeroom.?"

"Didn't think you'd care, and if it was any of your business, which it isn't, the you would know that I-"

"Danforth." Came another voice, I turned my head to see none other than Troy Bolton.

"'Sup Captain?" Chad said, removing his arm from my shoulders.

Troy shrugged his ice blue eyes landing straight on me. "Never knew you hung out with….Geeks." He said.

Chad flinched at the word. "I don't but, Gabriella, I've known her since second grade."

Troy nodded his blue eyes still on me. "I never knew that. But then again, I never knew Gabriella was a geek either."

Chad flinched again. "Don't call her that."

Troy turned to Chad. His eyes leaving me. I don't know why but when he looked at me if felt as if he was burning a hole in me or something.

Troy smirked. "I'll call her what I want." The he stalked away.

"Gabi…" Chad began.

"Well that was rude!!" I shouted, He can not call me whatever he wants.

Chad chuckled. "Troy is rude. Don't pay attention to him. He's just-"

"Different." Taylor finished, pushing Chad away and connecting our arms together. "Bye Chad!" She waved.

Chad looked from me to Taylor then nodded. "Look after her Taylor."

I rolled my eyes. "I'm fine. He's in California."

"Don't answer him when he calls." Chad warned.

"I'm not stupid." I said. Chad nodded and smiled.

"I know you're not." He gave me a hug and walked off in the same direction Troy had.

"Well," Taylor said, as we started walking off in the other direction. "Who'd know that you'd be tight with a jock."

I shrugged. "I don't really see him as a jock. He's just Chad."

Taylor smiled. "I know but its going to take a while for people to get used to. Someone like you, friends with someone like him."

"Someone like me?" I asked confused.

"You know what I mean. People that actually know things."

"Geeks…?" I asked.

She laughed. "Well if you don't mind calling yourself one. Then sure."

"Hey, its better then being Goth Geek…" I said to myself quietly.

"What?" Taylor asked. "I didn't catch that."

I shook my head. "Nothing."

"Okay, so anyways you coming to practise tonight?" She asked.

"Practise? For what?"

"The Scholastic Decathlon."

"Oh, Um, Well…" Before I could get my sentence out the bell rang. Taylor beamed.

"Great see you after school!!" She walked after, as I stood their in the middle of the hallway.

"I didn't agree to anything." I said to myself.

"Talking to yourself?" Came that voice. I groaned. I didn't have time for him. "You know I beginning to wonder about you. Starring at other peoples houses, Starring at me, and now you're talking to yourself. Your life must be filled with Flowers and butterfly's."

"Okay, First, It was my house first. Second I wasn't starring at you I was….noticing you."

Troy smiled. "And third?"

"Well, I was talking to myself, but everyone does that." I said sighing.

"Yeah, all the crazy people."

"Shouldn't you be in class?" I asked, getting irritated.

"Free period. Shouldn't you be in class?" He asked.

"Free period." I said.

Silence filled the air. I hated it. I had to leave.

"I'm leaving now." I said turning around, and walking down the hall.

He followed me. Stupid Bolton. I went to the Library. Hoping that he'd think he was too "cool" to be seen their. He still followed me.

"I'm beginning to think you're the stalker." I said, turning around.

He shrugged. Looking at me again with those ice blue eyes. "What's it to you?"

I shrugged. "Nothing I-"

"Listen Gabriella. I have to be straight with you. You're classed as a geek. Jocks shouldn't be seen with them, not like I've ever minded it but that's not the point. For some reason, I don't like you." He said.

Ouch. What a nice thing to say to someone on their first day. What Cant I ask for a nice. "Welcome to East High". I would have preferred a freaking school spirit parade over this.

"But." He continued. "There's something different about you too."

I looked at him. "Different bad…"

"Different good." He said still looking at me. "And I like that."

I was confused again, the students here did that a lot to me. "I thought you hated me…"

"I do." He said. "But I like you too."

Then he turned around and walked out the library, leaving me and my pounding head.

How can you like someone, but not like them. He was a confusing guy. But for some reason I wanted to know more about Troy Bolton. And I didn't know why…

An: Okay all you Americans Listen Up!! Me being just a Northerner from England knows very little about the American school system things!

So if any American people want to PM me and tell me a few of the basics (Times, how many classes you have whens lunch, basketball seasons and stuff like that) I will be VERY grateful. If not then...I'm forced to struggle by my self and make mistakes. So bare with me if i do that =) hopefully you know what I'm taking about.

So Review and stuff, i'll love ya for it

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