Woo! It's time for chapter two! Or as I like to call it, "Prologue: Part Dos" :D Yeah, that's what I saved it under after I typed it on Microsoft Word Processor. :]

And no reviews for the first chapter? What is wrong with you people? :P At least, I have 2 people put me on story alert, that really means A LOT (:

Disclaimer: Nope, I don't own High School Musical. But if I did...wouldn't that be something?

Troy was in the parking lot, at Barnes & Noble. He was supposed to be meeting his mom there. Which is why, he had to leave Gabriella, so quickly.

Gabriella. He smiled to himself at the thought of her.

He liked her already. Even though, he had only met her, less than 10 minutes ago. Maybe his mom was right about him. She would always tell him that got attached to people too quickly…

Thinking of his mom, reminded him, he was supposed to be inside the bookstore with her.

Troy groaned. Gosh, whose idea was it, to go Mother-Son book shopping? I mean, who does stuff like that?, he thought to himself, while getting out of the car.

When he got up to the front door of the store, Troy saw his mom there, waiting for him.

"Hey mom.."

As soon as his mother noticed him, she responded with, "Troy. What took you so long? I was worried. Why didn't you call?"

Troy fought the urge, to roll his eyes at his mom's somewhat panic attack. "I'm only five minutes late, from when I said I would be here," Troy pointed out. "But now, that I'm here, you can go 'shop' or whatever." He used air quotes on the word shop, not really understanding how anyone could shop at a bookstore.

"But Troy, we're supposed to being this together."

Troy groaned.

"Why don't we compromise? I'll be in the American Literature section, you can go look wherever you want, and later we'll choose 2 books from the ones I choose & the ones you choose." She was hoping her son would agree to this compromise. He could be so stubborn sometimes.

"Yeah, sure," Troy said half-heartedly. He didn't seem to enthusiastic, but his mother knew she had won.

"Okay, so come find me, when you choose something," his mother said. Troy nodded and his mother walked off.

Troy went straight to where the magazines were. Magazines count as books, right?

He started flipping through a tabloid, when he heard a voice ask, "Do you need help with anything?"

He didn't look up from the magazine, but still answered. "Nope, I'm fine. But there's this lady in the American Literature section, that may need your help," he said, referring to his mother.

"Uhm, okay," the voice answered back.

Troy nodded, still not looking up, waiting to here the person's footsteps as they walked away. But he heard nothing. They didn't walk away?

Troy finally looked up, and saw a blonde girl with brown eyes, looking at him. Her name tag said.. Sharpay? What kind of name is that?

"Hi," she said, smiling.

"Hello.. Sharpay," he answered back. Ha, that's a weird name. It's fun to say it out loud, he thought to himself.

A look of shock flashed across her face. How does he know my name?

Troy figured out right away, why she had that shocked look on her face, because he quickly said, "Your name is on your name tag." He smirked.

She looked down at her name tag. "Oh, right. I'm always forgetting about that. I was so sure, you were a stalker or something.."

Troy laughed.

"So, what's your name?," Sharpay questioned.

"Troy," he answered.

She raised an eyebrow. "That's a weird name."

"Says the girl, who's named after a marker!"

"That's Sharpie, dingbat." Sharpay stuck her tongue out at him.

"Whatever..," Troy muttered. "And I'm not a dingbat!"

"Okay, whatever you say." She smirked, and started to walk away "Anyway, I better get back to work. A lady in the American Literature section, you said?"

"Yeah, but she's probably done now. I bet she's carrying around an armful of books, right now. And I bet, she's gonna make me read all of them, too." Troy scoffed. "Two books, my ass.."

Sharpay just stared at Troy in wonderment. She found his little temper tantrum was amusing.

She figured that the lady in the American Literature, that he mentioned, was his mom or something.

"Right…so, American Literature?," Sharpay asked, once again.

"Yes, and convince her to pick a book, that won't bore me to death," Troy said, with pleading eyes.

"Will do," she said with a smile. And then went off to find Troy's mom.

Troy watched her walked off and smiled to himself. He already liked Sharpay, even if she was named after a marker.

Hmm.. Maybe we should go Mother-Son book shopping more often..

So how was it? Good? I think so. I like it better, than my last chapter :]

Anyhow, the next chapter will be fast forwarded a couple of months into the future. Gabriella and Sharpay will be Troy's best friends already. Then soon, some drama will start :D Yes, who doesn't love drama?

Oh, if you're reading this right now & you've read the whole chapter: REVIEW! Or else, I'll hunt you down and kill you in your sleep. LOL