Here is my new story, Opposite attractions . It's about Gabriella and Troy. They both go to East High (Gabriella has gone there all her high school-life). Troy is the popular basketball-captain who everybody adores and Gabriella is the geek that he really likes to pick on. They hate each other, or at least they think so. Swearwords will appear.
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Disclaimer: I do not own High School Musical or any of the characters.
Chapter 1 – Gabriellas point of view.
I was standing in front of my locker and picked out the books for the history class. I heard footsteps and laughter come my way and I already knew who it was. Troy Boltons basketball gang. Yey! Suddenly my lockerdoor got slammed on my head.
"Geek" Troy's voice spoke. It was he who slammed my lockerdoor and everybody around him laughed. Why couldn't they just leave me alone?
"Nice pencil-box" That Zeke Baylor took my purple pencil-box and waved it in front of his friends.
"Give it to me!" I hissed and took it away from him. Troy gave me a big razzing smile. Just when they were about to walk away, I put my foot in front of Troy and he tripped.
"Watch it Montez!" He screamed threatful.
"Hey, it's not my fault that you can't watch your steps" I laughed. Oh how it felt nice!
"You know what they say, bro', love always starts with a fight" Chad said ironic to Troy and laughed.
"I wouldn't even touch her if I so got paid" Troy said, while he got up and gave me a cold look. Chad smiled, held up his hand and high-fived Troy. Everyone else laughed.
"She's a freak" Troy mumbled and they walked away. That Sharpay girl put her arm around his waist and turned to me while they were walking. She smiled jeering at me and snorted. I hated them, I hated them all! No one of them understood that everything thay said hurted. It felt like knifes stabbed me everytime he opened his mouth. I really don't understand why I let him get to me like he did. I sighed. Troy Bolton, I hate you.
I ran into the classroom. I was late to our history-class, all thanks to THEM. Everyone turned to me.
"Look, freaky-math-girl is late" I heard how Chad Danforth whispered to Troy, just so loud that I would hear.
"Take a seat Miss Montez" Mrs Jones said and nodded at the empty seat in the classroom. I walked towards the seat and sat down.
"Hi" I whispered to Taylor who sat next to me.
"Hi, what took you so long?" She whispered back.
"Guess" I mumbled and she gave me a sad look.
"Hey, how come she don't get a punishment?" Troy said out loud.
"Do you really want me to explain that to you, Mr Bolton?" The teacher asked sarcastic. Troy didn't answer.
"Today I will pair you up two-and-two. We will start with a big school work about World War II. You will have one month, and one month only, to finish the work, further explanitions you get on the paper I will hand out. I suggest you use all the time you got together, you need it. In exacly thirtyone days, I expect all fifteen works on my table." Mrs Jones explained. I saw how Troy and his friends hardly didn't pay any attention.
"I hope we get to work together" Taylor whispered to me and smiled, I smiled back.
"OK, let's see, Jason Cross and Martha Cox…" Big laughs broke out from the basketball-corner. "… Zeke Baylor and Kellie Mitchell, Chad Danforth and Taylor McKessie…" Taylor gave me dissapointed look and sighed. "… Tom Lawrence and Cyndra Hart, Sharpay Evans and Alan Johnson, Jake Gray and Amy Miller, Ryan Evans and Isabella Scott-Fields, Kimberly Scott-Fields and Simon Matthews, Sandra Dean and Carl Gordon-Dale, Joshua Samson and Claire Gregory, Beth Green and Lucas Yang." Mrs Jones babbled. Neither one of me and Troy had been picked yet and eleven couples had already been pronouced. After Mrs Jones catched her breath, she began again.
"Sean Richards and Lynn Allen, David Douglas and Lucy Carmichael, Enrique Suarez and Rose Howard…" I froze. There were only two persons left. "… and finally Troy Bolton and Gabriella Montez" Mrs Jones finished and looked up at the class. Everyone kept looking from Troy to me to Troy and to me.
"No way!"
"There has to be a mistake!"
"I wont do it!" Both me and Troy started to protest wild. I useully didn't argue with teachers, especially not with Mrs Jones, but this was just WRONG.
"You two find a way to work together, 'cause I wont do any exceptions" Mrs Jones yelled at us.
"I CAN'T work with HER!" Troy screamed and pointed at me. His friends started to laugh.
"Why can't I get any good-looking, someone like the Scott-Fields twins" He said more silent. Chad high-fived him - just like he always does when Troy says something mean -, the twins giggled and his friends started to laugh, well, everyone except Sharpay. He was even mean to the people he cared about. Something stabbed inside of me when he said those words. I knew he wasn't right, it's not like I'm ugly. It just hurted.
"Why don't you just shut up, Bolton!" Taylor screamed. She was my best friend, always defending me.
"Ooh, like I'm scared!" Troy screamed back and laguhed.
"Open your mouth one more time and it is detention for you, mister!" Mrs Jones frizzled. "You to, McKessie! I wont tolerate this in my class!" No one said anything, it was quite scary when Mrs Jones got angry.
"Class dissmissed" She mumbled, what it felt like, centuries later. Everyone ran out from the classroom, exept me. I dragged my feet. This was possibly the worst day of my life. When I stepped out, Troy was standing there all alone.
"So, how much do you want for doing the whole work alone?" He asked coldly.
"I'm not doing it alone" I snorted at him.
"Oh, I understand! You want to be with me" He laughed.
"Yeah! How could you know? That's my biggest dream!" I exclaimed ironic.
"Please, every girl in this school want me" He said cocky.
"You really think that, don't you?" I asked jeering.
"I don't think, I know" He said, once again, cocky.
"Well, you are SO wrong" I mumbled and walked away. Stupid self-centred pig.
"How much?" He yelled after me. I stopped, and turned to him.
"How much do YOU want to do it? I'm not doing it alone!" I hissed.
"Come on, it's not like you have other things to do" He said and laughed mocking. Why did he always have to be so mean? Dickhead. I didn't even withstand to say something back. At least he didn't call me any words.
"Fuckin' geek" He yelled. There it came. The tears burned on my eyelids. I hated him. I hated him from the bottom of my heart.
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