Prolouge

Author's note: This was not intended to start a plot line, because we all know what happens during High School Musical. This was intended to give the backdrop for Sharpay's friendship.

Most people did not meet their lifelong best friend in the middle of their junior year of high school, but most people are not Sharpay Evans or Cassandra Fleming.

"What is Bolton's and Montez's name doing on my callback list?" shreiked Sharpay Evans where the whole student body on the Art wing of East High could hear her. She stormed her way to lunch and bumped into a girl who looked equally blonde and equally infuriated.

"What are you doing?" snapped Sharpay.

"Does it matter? Martha Cox signed up for cheerleading tryouts. This is a disgrace to my team," the other girl said with her red-polished nails tapping a nearby locker.

"It's just the cheerleading squad," snorted Sharpay Evans as she flipped back a piece of wavy golden hair although she could understand the other girl's emotions.

"Puh-leaze," the cheerleader said," It'd be like the new nerd girl and a basketball player in the drama department. It goes against the high school status quo." Sharpay squirmed in disgust as she remembered the two names on the callback list. It was a mutation in the perfect ecosystem of school.

"It's my show. My show!" yelled Sharpay.

"If it helps, I don't think nerd-girl should be the star of the show," the cheerleader said looking at her perfectly polished nails.

Sharpay gasped exsperatedly, "It's because I'm supposed to be the star."

"I was thinking more along the lines of her hair is too flat," the cheerleader smirked, "but your answer works too."

Sharpay couldn't help but laugh at the girl. They had an understanding of how things were meant to be. Maybe she would be willing to sabotage Gabriella and Troy, and then Sharpay could continue her role as the star.

"I'm Sharpay Evans, but you knew that," holding out her hand.

"I'm Cassandra Fleming, but I'd like it much better if you call me 'Cassie.' I believe this is a start to a fabulous friendship," she said growling lowly as she watched Martha Cox boogie her way from the lunch room.

"Agreed," said Sharpay glaring at Gabriella who was walking through the halls with her doe eyes searching for Troy.

"Don't worry, remember, she has flat hair," scoffed Cassandra as the two new friends began to make their way through the halls to get to class.