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A/N – Hey there! It's certainly been awhile. Well, for any of those people still reading, I greatly appreciate it, and I'm sorry for the long wait. But I'm back and determined to finish this story.

Oh! And just in case there's some confusion:

Gabriella Montez – Bella Swan
Troy Bolton – Edward Cullen
Kelsi Neilson – Alice Cullen
Jason Cross – Emmett Cullen
Sharpay Evans – Rosalie Hale
Ryan Evans – Jasper Hale
Taylor McKessie – Jessica Stanley (But a NICE Jess! (: Taylor will have a much bigger role in this story.)
Martha Cox – Angela Weber
Chad Danforth – Jacob Black (Don't freak! There will be NO Chad/Gabriella – Jacob/Bella in this. I have plans for mister Chad/Jacob.)
Jimmie Soto – Mike Newton (tee hee.)
Tiara – Lauren Mallory

So let's get going!

CHAPTER THREE

One of my table mates Martha walked with me to our next class, Biology with Mr. Zanni. As soon as we were inside, I recognized Troy Bolton sitting in the middle of the room. He was lazily clearing the books that were scattered on his table. I looked around and realized the motive behind his actions – his table was the only one with an available seat.

Looking away, I made my way to the teacher's desk, tripping on a leg of a chair. I stumbled in front of the air conditioning vent, my hair flying over my face. I quickly moved ahead and – as I pushed my hair away from my face – I stole a quick glance at Troy.

He was suddenly rigid in his seat. His eyes met mine and where they were once a stunning shade of blue they were now coal black. I looked away quickly, chilled to the bone by his menacing glare.

"You can sit by Mr. Bolton," the teacher said, taking the registration paper out of my hands and signing it. He gave it back to me and gestured to Troy's table.

I kept my eyes on my feet as I walked, afraid to look at him. I sat down in my seat and peeked back at him from the corner of my eye. He was leaning away from me, and his chair was as far mine as the desk would allow. He was facing forward, as if listening to the teacher's announcements, but his nose was scrunched up, like he'd smelled something bad.

I took a quick whiff of my hair, feeling slightly self-conscious. It smelled like the scent of my shampoo – an ordinary enough odor. Why did it bother him? Looking down, I caught sight of his fists, which were balled up tightly. What was his problem?

All through the period, he never relaxed his posture. He sat unmoving, like a statue. When the bell rang, he was up and out of his seat before anyone else. He rushed out of the door before the teacher had dismissed us.

Feeling angry and slightly hurt, I grabbed my things and walked out of the class. There, I was greeted by a nice-looking boy with shaggy brown hair and a beaming smile.

"Hi," he said, "I'm Jimmie Soto. Sophomore. You must be Gabriella Montez."

"Uh, yeah." I smiled politely. "Nice to meet you."

"I was wondering if you'd let me walk you to your next class," he offered. Not wanting to hurt his feelings, I simply nodded, keeping my smile in place with some effort.

"I have… Gym next," I said, looking at my schedule.

"Me too!" His smile grew. "And sophomores and juniors have Gym together, so…" He trailed off, flashing his pearly whites at me.

"So we should get going," I said awkwardly.

"Oh, yes," he said. "This way!"

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Gym went unusually well. The girls' P.E. teacher, Coach Johnson assigned me a locker and gave me my P.E. clothes. Fortunately, she didn't make me dress out and I was allowed to just sit on the bleachers for today. The boy who walked me here earlier, Jimmie, kept waving at me while the classes played basketball. It wasn't until he was almost hit with the ball that he finally focused on the game.

As I walked into the office to turn in my papers, I started as I saw Troy Bolton leaning over the counter, speaking lowly with the secretary. I sat down in one of the chairs and waited patiently.

"There must some other class open besides Biology 4th hour," Troy was saying. He gave the secretary a half-smile.

The woman sucked in a deep breath, dazed, and typed away at her computer. After a moment, she looked up at him and frowned apologetically.

"I'm sorry, Mr. Bolton," she said. "I'm afraid you'll have to stay in Biology."

The door to the office opened, letting a slight breeze enter the room. In walked a short blonde with a stack of papers in her hands. She set them on the counter sauntered out.

I looked back at Troy in time to see him tense up. He looked back at me, his eyes once again black, menacing. He turned back to the secretary and muttered, "Thank you for your help." He rushed out of the office, not looking back.

Shaking slightly, I stood up and made my way to the counter.

The woman smiled at me. "How was your day, sweetie?"

"Great," I lied. I smiled pathetically and handed her my papers before turning around and walking out. Once outside, walked as quickly as I could without falling to my truck. I got in and drove home, not able to rid my mind of those angry, black eyes.

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A/N – Short. Yes. But I just want to get this out. I'll try to update either this weekend or next week! MERRY CHRISTMAS EVERYONE!!!

Review, pretty please! As a Christmas present!

xo Gaby