"Daddy, I'm fine…" I groaned, pulling on my brand new backpack. The black haired man nodded, breathing deeply and pulling me into a hug as my mom snapped photos of us.
"I'm just worried, Angel." He told me, and I rolled my eyes. Today was my first day at East High. Jay was already going to school here- he had been for two years.
"Are you worried about me, too?" A quiet voice asked, and Dad turned to Callum, and hugged him quickly, holding on.
"Of course I am, bud." He whispered into his ear. "But you've gotta be better than me today. I don't want to let go, see." Callum nodded, releasing Dad, and dad walked over to me again, kissing me on the forehead.
"Have a great day, okay?" Mom asked, and we nodded as she kissed our foreheads and we looked at our parents one last time.
"No talking to those Bolton's, okay?" Dad warned, and we nodded, knowing the warning was only for our safety.
"Okay, daddy." I said, grabbing Callums hand as we turned and started to walk to the gates.
"Well, well, well, if it isn't Greg Montez." A voice came. Callum and I cringed, and we turned towards the voice. Jack Bolton was stood a metre away from us, and him and dad were glaring at each other. I stared at mom, panicked, but she just motioned for us to go on. I couldn't move.
"Why are you here, Bolton?" Dad asked, and Jack smirked.
"I work here. Why are you here, Montez?"
"My kids are starting school." He hissed back.
"Small world, so is mine." A young boy was pushed forward. He had a gap between his teeth, floppy brown hair and piercing blue eyes. The Bolton eyes. Dad gasped, and Callum yanked my hand, pulling me towards the school. "Ah, so these are the Montez kids. Unfortunately for them, I'm teaching their class." Jack Bolton smiled, and I stared up at him, scared. His face softened the slightest bit before hardening again. "Get inside." I turned to look at mom, but she was too busy looking at Lucille Bolton warily.
Callum and I turned, walking into school quickly, and I heard mom shout, "Have a good day!" I turned, falling straight into Callum's arms. This was going to be anything but a good day.
At lunch, I was sat with Callum and a few new people we'd met, named Taylor, Sharpay and Johnny. Johnny and Sharpay were in our homeroom, and Callum's English and Maths. Taylor was in all of my lessons, and as it turned out, Troy Bolton was too, minus the AP classes. "So, I'd of thought you'd be socialising with the Bolton's." Taylor said casually, unwrapping her packed lunch. Callum and I shared a look, and Johnny frowned.
"What does that mean?" He asked, and we turned, confused. "That look." He stated. "What's it for?"
"Uhh…" Callum mumbled, focusing on his cafeteria food. "Our fathers don't get along."
"That doesn't mean you kids don't have to, either." Taylor pointed out. I shrugged.
"Dad wouldn't be happy if we made friends with the Bolton's son." I told her, and she frowned. "And there's no point in upsetting him if I know we wouldn't get along anyway."
"How do you know that? Have you tried speaking to him?"
"Yeah." A voice came from behind me, and I turned, seeing Troy Bolton himself. "You don't even know me."
"But my dad won't want me to." I replied, carefully.
"If your dad asked you to jump off a cliff, would you?" He asked, and I saw the teasing edge in his eye. I shook my head. "Well why do you do everything he says?" I stopped, thinking. I suddenly realised that I never had disobeyed my dad.
"Oi, Bolton!" I heard a voice yell. Everyone in the cafeteria turned towards the shout, and I swore under my breath when I saw my brother who was one year older than me. Jay. Troy turned towards him, and smiled slightly.
"Hello?" He asked, almost curiously.
"You stay the fuck away from my sister, or I swear to God, I'll show you just how much I hate your family."
"Um, who are you?" Troy asked almost shyly, and looking generally confused.
"Did you hear what I said?" Jay repeated angrily.
"Montez!" Another boy entered the cafeteria behind Troy. "Leave my brother alone." I recognised the boy's eyes immediately, determining that he was definitely a Bolton as well.
"Well get your brother to leave my sister alone then!" Jay retorted, and the new Bolton turned to his brother.
"I swear I wasn't doing anything, Connor!" Troy pleaded. "Let's just go."
The Bolton named Connor came up to Jay and pointed an index finger at him. "You go anywhere near Troy and I swear to God you'll regret it."
"Get your brother to stay away from my sister then." Jay answered, just as angry and threatening.
"No need to worry, Montez." Connor Bolton replied with a smirk. "He doesn't go for trash like her."
As soon as the words left his mouth I knew what would happen, and I was right. Jay lunged for Connor, a punch landing on his left cheekbone. I let out a soft scream as I rushed forwards at the same time as Troy, and our bodies were pushed back at the same time. I cried out in pain as the fight continued, and Troy's eyes connected with mine. Noticing that I was holding my arm tightly, he pulled me up and away from the cafeteria, and I realised that no one was looking our way, everyone was captivated by the fight.
Troy Bolton dragged me to the nurse's office, and when the nurse left, he turned to me. "Are you okay?" He asked, and I shrugged.
"I want to be your friend, but I'm scared of your brother." I said shyly, and he grinned.
"We can be friends in secret." He told me, and I tilted my head, confused. "We can see each other in a secret place and then we can swap phone numbers so that we can talk without others knowing." Smiling again, he pulled out a phone, typing in the name 'Jenna' before handing me the phone.
"My names not Jenna." I told him, confused. He grinned.
"I know." He stuck his tongue out, being playful. "That name is in there so no one knows who I'm texted when I text you. They'll see Jenna and think you're someone else."
"Ahh." I nodded, typing my number in. He called me immediately, and I grinned.
"Now you have my number." He told me, and I giggled.
"We can meet in the science club rooftop garden." I suggested. "I found it when I was here on a decathlon trip for school." He smiled.
"Cool, where is it?" He asked.
"It's by the Science department, there's a red door with a window in the top. It's up those stairs."
Us two teenagers agreed to fight in public, and met each other every week or so. After two weeks, we were texting all the time. And a month later, we were dating in secret. And as they say, the rest, is history.