It was my first day of school, Monday. I was getting ready in my own room, picking out what to wear. Wanting to make a good impression. I had asked Sharpay to help me pick, she was some sort of fashion expert. She always picks out the best clothes for people, relating with they're style.

"This one?"

She held out a short sleeved dress, with a v neck, showing a bit of my cleavage, along with small colorful flowers on it. It was green, with a bit of everything. But it was to...

"To showy." I said, denying what she chose.

As she was rum raging thru my closet I sighed in defeat.

"This is useless." I said desperately.

I frowned and layed myself down to the bed.

"Gabi." Sharpay called.

"No..." I whined in frustration.

I was too tired to look at anymore clothes that I will not wear. We have been choosing for over 30 minutes and its hopeless.

"I found it." She said cheerfully.

As I was suspicious to what she was holding I sat on the bed, looking towards her direction. Oh...My...God... It was the one, its just perfect. Atleast for the first day of school.

"Yes!" I screamed in joy.

"I knew I would find the right one." She complemented herself.

She had picked a white short sleeved t-shirt with a levis skinny jeans, along with a yellow colored belt and a simple brown jacket to go with. It was a good start for the first day of school at least. Sharpay, on the other hand, she was wearing a sparking pale blue dress.

"Lets go."

We rushed to her pink convertible, which was just outside her house. Her mom had bought had bought her a convertible as a present, starting senior year. Every new school year, she would get a new car from her mom. She was a very spoilt kid, but she's cool...

We had already arrived at school. Sharpay's car was already parked in her normal parking spot, which was the one that was nearest.

Everything about a new school seem different. The atmosphere. The feeling of being called the 'new girl' when no one knows you. It was all different. I was nervous, every time, going to a new school. But with Sharpay by my side, logically there was nothing to be worried about. She knew everyone at this school, well... almost everyone.

As we walked to the front door, I was nervous. My legs were shaking. I can tell that Sharpay knew I was so tense. You can tell by my expression.

She tried to calm me down.

"I'll be fine, just follow me." She simply said.

We were walking in the hallways. Everything seems ok so far. I kept getting close to Sharpay, not knowing anyone here.

I was worried about lots of things.

I never really had friends in my old school. Most of the people I talk to were... nerds. Never had real friends, aside from Sharpay.

I was worried about going to homeroom, even though theres Sharpay.

"Gabi, we just have homeroom, math and art together, you're gonna have to go yourself the rest of the lesson you know?!" Sharpay spoke out.

"Sorry..." I gave her some distance.

Then there was Sharpay's neighbor. I've been trying to spot him around, since I've seen him the other day, but he didn't see me.

I remembered it all to well.

Flashback

It was 9 o' clock at night. After me and Sharpay did some karaoke. Sharpay had already slept in her room. I couldn't sleep, so I decided to go around for a while, getting to know every inch of what is now, my house too. Its gonna take a long time...

As I got tired of walking around her house, I sat in the couch, in the nearby windowsill. Looking outside, the rain pouring, the sound of winds crashing. As I was looking out, I saw someone.

I couldn't see clearly on who it was. It was dark out, in the rain. He was wearing a black hoodie with some warn out jeans. He walked in to the house next door. Sharpay's neighbor, the one she hadn't told me about. Figuring he goes to East High too, I'll just find him tomorrow.

"Gabriella?"

Someone called my name.

I turned around looking at her, Sharpay's mother.

"What are you doing late at night?" She simply said.

"Oh, I couldn't sleep, walk around the house a bit." I said, smiling.

"Go to sleep sweetie, its late."

"Ok."

I sat up, heading to my room and going to bed.

End of flasback

Me and Sharpay headed over to our lockers, getting some books for our first class thats right after homeroom. Since Sharpay can pick her own locker position, she picked it next to mine. Hers were two lockers, painted glittery pink with her initials on it. It had a place to store clothes, simple make-up, lots of space.

"So, what do you have after homeroom?" She asked me, while looking in the mirror, applying lip-gloss.

"Hmm..."

I checked my time table that I was carrying around.

"PE" I said.

Apparently PE was my least favorite lesson, even though I'm good at basketball... well, a bit. I was a tiny bit jealous of Sharpay, she got English. Although I'm not really that great in it, its still way better than PE. Ugh! My first lesson and I dont know anyone.

"C'mon, lets go to homeroom." She said, closing her locker.

We both headed to homeroom. Once we were inside, I was scanning the room, finding a seat. There I spotted someone familiar, but I couldn't figure out who it was. I think I've seen him before.

"There!" Sharpay pointed out two seats next to each other in the edge of the room.

As we went to out seats, I passed that 'Mystery man'.

Then it hit me. OMG!

He was Sharpay's neighbor, he was the one I saw the other night, my first day in Albuquerque. He was the one who was wearing a black hoodie.

There was nothing wrong with him, his appearance. He seems nice. From the looks of it though. Out of the corner of my eye, I could see Sharpay glancing at him slightly, she looked pissed. As she was doing so, he rolled his eyes and continue chatting with his mates. Maybe they hate each other?

I took my seat, next to Sharpay.

"Who's that?" I asked her.

"I'll tell you later." She said.

"Why?"

"Nows not a really good time."

I knew she wanted to change the topic, not wanting to talk about him.

"Ok." Was all I said, putting the conversation we had to an end.

"Students take your seats."

The teacher just came into class. She wore glasses, with a scarf that matches her clothes. She acts dramatically, I'm guessing she's the 'Arts' teacher then. Sharpay's favorite teacher and subject apparently. The only subject she could get an 'A' on. Why am I not surprise...

As everyone had taken our seats, the teacher started to inform unimportant announcements. Till, what she said got me interested.

"...We will also be having the auditions for the musicale, for those who are willing to sign up, auditions are tomorrow at free period."

I dont even know why I am interested in those kind of stuffs. Sharpay would most definitely audition. Without a doubt she'll get the lead roll.

Definitely!

Homeroom was finished.

I went out, looking for the gym, lurking around the halls.

I bumped into someone on the way.

I dropped all my books that were in my hand.

"Sorry." A persons voice said to me.

As I looked up to see who it was...

It was him.

"No, its my fault, I wasn't looking."

I picked up my books that has fallen and looked up.

He held his hand out, helping me get up to my feet.

He was gorgeous. With chestnut brown hair. Sparkling blue eyes. I'm guessing he's one of the popular crowds. Way out of my league. But, for some reason, he was nice. Not like most of the popular kids in other schools that I've been in.

"Thanks." I said, smiling at him.

As our eyes met, there was no words needed. We just stand there, like we were alone. It felt magical. Butterflies in my stomach.

"Oh, I'm Troy, Troy Bolton." He said, holding out his hand.

"Gabriella Montez." I said, shaking his hand.

"Oh, you're in my homeroom correct?"

"Uhh... yea."

"Where are you heading to?" He asked curiously.

"PE." I said shyly avoiding eye contact with him, not wanting to look at his direction.

"Oh, I have that too, I'll show you where the gym is." He said.

He held my hand, tangling our hands together as he lead me towards the gym.

As student in the hallway was watching us, I started to tense up. My grip on his hand got tighter, and he seem to notice. He looked at me concerned.

"Whats wrong?." He whispered.

"Nothing." I said, looking to the ground.

"Ok, well... tell me about yourself."

"Hmm... like what?" I asked him, confused.

"I dont know, your favorite subject, your family, anything really."

"Ok, well... my favorite subject is math and science, I live with my mom, my dad died when I was 2, and thats pretty much it really." I said.

"Oh, sorry." He said, feeling guilty.

"Nah, its fine." I simply said.

We arrived inside the gym. Everyone had already started running drills. The coach came closer to us. He seem pissed by the looks of it.

As he walk by, Troy let go of my hand quickly.

"Troy and ..." He trailed of, not knowing my name.

"Oh, this is Gabriella, she's in my homeroom." Troy said.

"Well, your late." He stated.

"It wasn't her fault dad, we just bumped to each other and we had the same class." Troy said.

Dad?

The coach was his dad?

I stand there in shock as both of them argue over the fact that we were both late. I didn't know what to say or do at the time. I felt guilty.

"Detention, both of you." He pointed out.

Oh great.

I got detention on the first day.

As he went away, talking to the other students we sat down in the bleachers.

"Dont worry about him, he's like that when it comes to sports, especially basketball." He said.

"You play?" I asked, wondering.

"I'm the team captain of the basketball team." He said.

How could he want to hang out with me. A geek. The new girl. How? In my other schools, no one, and especially the popular kids wanted to be my friend, let alone talk to me. Except when they force me to do their homework. Which I always refuse to do so. Troy, he's different from the others.

"What about you?" He asked.

"Oh, I can play, a bit." I said.

I wasn't that much of a basketball player. I'm sure he's better than me. He is in the basketball team, and the captain after all. He must be good.

"We can play sometime." He said.

"Sure."

Just before we could continue out our conversation, someone called out.

"You two!"

We looked towards the court.

It was the coach.

"Get down here!"

We both went down from the bleachers.

"Ok, now, were playing basketball... pair up!" The coach said.

As everyone was chatting, looking for their pairs, someone called out.

"Yo Troy!"

He looked to see who it was.

"Chad!" He said.

Oh, one of the popular kids too.

The co-captain of the basketball team.

"Wanna pair up?!" Chad said, not noticing that I'm beside Troy.

"Umm..."

He was confused, I could tell by his face. He looked at me, then back at Chad, and back at me. I didn't know why he was confused. Then, it hit me. He was confused on who to pick, me or Chad? I'm sure he'll pick Chad, so his popularity wont drop. But I was wrong.

"No, I've got a pair." He said to him.

Chad quickly paired up with one of the boys who was beside him.

"Who are you pairing up with then?" I asked him, making sure that he actually wants to pair up with me.

"I thought we could be pairs." He said to me, smiling.

"Sure..."

As we started to do the drills, cheerleaders, other girls keep staring at me with jealousy written all over their faces. I knew they were jealous, from the fact that Troy wanted to pair up with me.

"Just ignore them." He said, comforting me.

"Can I ask you something?"

"Sure."

"Why...why didn't you pick Chad, or one of the cheerleaders?" I asked, eager to know.

"Well, for once, the cheerleaders cant play basketball, or any other sports really, they'll just dodge the ball, be all scared and be all over me." He explained

"Chad?" I asked.

"He'll find someone else, like Jason, Zeke, its not only me you know." He added.

"Oh..." I said.

"Whens he coming?"

It was Math, my most favorite subject. It was my last subject of the day. The teacher, Mr. Damon, wanted to talk to me about tutoring one of his students. It always happens in Math class, or science. They always want me to tutor someone, anyone. I was used to it, its what I do apparently.

"He'll be here soon." He said, leaving the room.

As 5 minutes went by, I was just sitting in math, waiting for him to come. To schedule our tutoring sessions. He was 5 minutes late, typical. Must be a boy.

I waited, studying for a test in 2 weeks, I heard the front door open, creaking.

He spotted me.

"Oh, hi." He said, walking towards me, sitting on the table next to me.

"Hi." I said, looking up from my study papers.

"So... you're my tutor?" He asked, confused.

"Yup, apparently." I stated.

"Ok, umm... meet me at my house at 5, is that ok with you?" He asked.

"Wait, you live next to me and Sharpays house, isn't that right?" I asked him.

"Yeah, you live there, with Sharpay?" He asked, a little taken back.

"Uh huh..."

We looked deeply into each others eyes. God, I've gotta stop doing that. This always happens with him, everytime. I can't resist him, and his sparkling blue eyes. Curse that blue eyes! I was pretty sure that he looked into my eyes too. Maybe I'm hallucinating?!

No...

No...

No...

A guy like that will never want to go out with a simple, geeky girl like me. Thats just not how it works around here. He's suppose to date some random cheerleader. Wonder why he doesn't have a girlfriend...

"Oh... well, see you soon then." He waved goodbye before heading out.

I couldn't believe I was gonna tutor the most popular kid in East High. I mean, he must be a legend here. Theres lots of pictures of him playing basketball around the schools, posters, every girl in East High wants him. I bet even most boys there wants to be him.

Sharpay waited for me, infront of the class. I could tell she was confused on what happened inside. When she saw Troy walking out, she gave him a death glare, filled with anger written all over her face.

"Hey Shar..." I said to her.

"What were you doing inside?" She asked me.

"Oh, Mr. Damon just wanted me to tutor Troy." I said, pointing towards Troy, who was walking away.

"Oh..." She simply said.

I was confused about her feelings towards Troy. Does she hate him? Does she like him? It was very unreadable. I knew that theres something going on with both of them. I just dont know what it is... yet.

"Whats your problem with him?!" I said, wanting to know.

She groaned and rolled her eyes at me.

Out of nowhere, she grabbed my wrist, dragging me into a storage nearby. She looked around the halls, looking to see that no one was there, before closing the door shut.

"Ok... you have to swear not to tell anyone this." She said, whispering.

I nodded in response.

She took a deep breath.

"Ok... it was around 2 years ago. I went to East High. It was my first day here, kinda like how you were, except with no one by my side. I didn't know anyone at all. I just did everything alone. Then... there was Troy. He was the first person who talked to me since I started there... We became friends, and we..."

"We..." I said, motioning her to continue.

"We started dating for a while." She said, holding back the tears that were threatening to fall.

I stood there a little taken back at what she just told me.

"What happened?" I said, curiously.

"He cheated on me, apparently he'll do this to every new girl." She said.

"So, he gets close to them and..."

I didn't have to finish my sentence to let her know what I ment. She nodded, understanding what I was getting too. He's a player. He dates new girls and goes on to another one.

"And I hated him ever since, he never apologized or anything." She continued.

I stil couldn't believe what he did to her. I thought he was nice. For once, there was a jock who was nice. But turns out, I was wrong. He hurt Sharpay. I'm not gonna let him get to me.

"Well, its his loss, he should be the one crying." I said, trying to cheer her up a little.

She had a small smile toyed on her lips as I said so. She giggled softly, letting the tears run down her cheek as we spoke. Her mascara was flowing down her cheeks.

"Here."

I took out a tissue from my bag and gave it to her.

"thanks, I must look like a mess right now." She giggled as she wipe her tears away.

"No." I said, comforting her.

She whipped her make up.

"Ok, lets go." She said, getting out of the storage.