Waiting outside homeroom was torture.
Her only good friend walked past her, and complained about her homeroom period
But, she wasn't even good. She talked about Gabriella behind her back.
Gabriella happened to look over, seeing a blonde girl leaning against the locker. Troy had his hand on the locker, leaning over her, not letting her go. A grin slipped from the corner of his mouth as his lips moved, but no words were heard by Gabriella. He leaned down and engaged in a long, disgusting kiss with Ally.
She turned her head and shivered.
"Jesus christ... " She swore to herself.
...
Later on that day, she was stopped outside of school from Troy.
"Hey, you're in my Spanish class, aren't you?" He stood in front of her.
She could feel the vibrance bouncing off his skin. All seniors were vibrant.
"Yeah."
"You're Gabriella, right?"
She nodded.
"I have a question." He backed her against a wall. "Are you single?"
She raised an eyebrow. "Why would you want to know? You're dating Ally."
"Was." He played with his fingers a little. "We broke up."
She laughed. "Didn't seem like that to me when you were making out with her against the locker."
Troy crossed his arms. "We literally just broke up. Anyway, answer my question."
She smiled a little, flustering inside. "Yes, Troy Bolton, I'm single."
"Okay, then... " He smiled at her. "Then that means there's not going to be a boyfriend guarding you at your house later on if I come over for help with Spanish?"
"No?"
He pulled out his Spanish textbook. "Look, I've been having a little trouble with Spanish lately. You think you could help me out later on?"
She chuckled a little. "Are you trying to pull me or something?"
"No, I just wanted a little help with Spanish. I took French four times, and it's confusing learning two different languages."
She crossed her arms. "Okay then, Mr. Senior, smartest guy in the class, I'll help you if you come to my house later on. My parents are going out of town for a couple hours, so I won't get pounded on for bringing a boy into my house."
He grinned a little. "Rendez-vous ce soir, ma dame."
"What's that supposed to mean, Frenchie?"
"See you tonight, my lady." He walked off and boarded his bus.
Her friends surrounded her.
"Did you seriously just get asked on a date by Troy Bolton?" Each one of them said.
"Spanish help." She replied to them all. "Nothing major. He broke up with Ally and blah blah blah."
She thought nothing major would happen...