High School Musical: The Reunion

Chad

Chad's POV

I drained my beer bottle and glared at the TV. Pretty much all the news stations were talking about Troy Bolton's engagement to that pretty blond girl and replaying the clip. Get over it, that was over a week ago.

Stupid Troy. He got everything. The basketball scholarships, the NBA deal, the money, the girl. He was always better than me, always the MVP, heck, he could even sing. 

And what did I get? A crappy, loser job at a gas station in Chicago, while Mr-big-shot was living it up in California. 

I heard the mail come through the slot in my apartment door and grunted. Checking the mail was the last thing I wanted to do today, but I needed another beer, so I pushed myself off the couch, my hangover headache getting worse as I do.

I waded through the mess that was my living room. Through the trash, papers, old plates, and everything else that was growing under there.

All this was because of Troy. I hated him. He has the life I wanted, while he doesn't deserve it. 

I head to the door and pick up the mail, looking through it as I head to the fridge. Bills, bills, bills. Apartment, credit card, electricity, water. Bills for practically everything under the sun. I look at the next envelope in the stack. Oh joy, I got fired. My stupid boss didn't even have the decency to tell me in person.

I threw the envelopes on the counter and frown as one that I hadn't seen before slipped out between the others. It was a white envelope with red writing.

"To Mr. Chad Danforth," was written on the front. How fancy. Then I noticed the East High symbol on the envelope. I frowned at opened it up.

"The School Board of East High School would like to invite you to a ten year high school reunion for the C/O 2008 on (insert date here). See you then Wildcats!" 

Underneath, written in sort of familiar handwriting was: "I hope you can come. It will be fun!         -Taylor (President of the School Board)" 

I threw the invitation on the counter with such force it knocked off all of the bills. I didn't care. No way was I going to some silly reunion. Troy would most likely be there and there was no way I wanted to see that brat again. I don't want to see any of those Wildcats again. Not any member of the team, or the stupid drama club.

No, I won't be going to this stupid thing. As a glared down at the letter with hatred, those neatly handwritten words kept staring back at me. 

It would be nice to see Taylor again, even though she is probably married and having a great life. Still, for some reason I couldn't comprehend, those two sentences slowly convinced me to go.

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Sorry this chapter is short. I didn't really know what to write for this part. I just kind of want to show where each person is at this point in their lives. 

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