The Girl Next Door

High School Musical

I was sitting in the back of the class listening to Chessie and Haley's conversation about some random guy from school while Mrs. Brown was talking about our progress in the past four months since the school had started. It was already the middle of December.

Oh, how time flies.

I haven't seen Harry for anything but my paycheck for the past month and a half. But even seeing his 'pretty' face once a week was more than enough for him to go on my nerves.

"Children," Mrs. Brown clapped her hands, waking me up from my day dreaming. "For your semester exam, you will have to write a song." I automatically looked up, hitting the desk with my knee. "You will have to preform it in front of the class. It has to be no longer than 2 minutes and you can play it on any instrument you want. It can be about love, heartbreak, world peace, 'living while you're young'," for some reason everyone- including the teacher and janitor who passed by the open door- looked at me. I sheepishly smiled. "It can be about anything you want. You can pair up if you want to. The deadline is the last Wednesday before the schoolyear ends. Class dismissed!"

I got up from my seat and followed Chess and Haley to the door. A cold hand pulled my forearm.

Mrs. Brown looked at me. "Carter, I know you're a great singer. Don't let me down on this one, okay?" the dark brunette  in her early 40s smiled.

"I won't." I smiled back and turned on my heel and walked away. "I hope."

I was walking behind Haley and Chessie to our next class when my phone rang, scaring me. I answered it without even looking at the caller ID.

"Carter, it's Richard-"

"Richard? What number is this?" I asked, clearly remembering that I saved his last number under 'Control Freak Vultures'.

"A different one. I knew you wouldn't answer if you knew it was me."

"You've got that right..." I muttered. "Anyway, what do you want?"

"I- we understand you have to write a song for your Music final..."

"So, you've been stalking me?"

"...And it would be more that appropriate if it had something to do with you and Harry. Sort of a 'Romeo and Juliette' kind of thing, I'm sure you'll think of something."

"But, I-" I squealed, almost slamming into a door that 'magically' appeared in front of me.

"Bye, Carter." he hung up before I got the chance to say anything else.

"Great." I sighed and stopped in the middle of the hall, putting the phone back in my pocket.

When I came home, I even tried to write something. But I just kept staring at the blank white paper. I finally realised I knew absolutely nothing about Harry. Not a single thing. Not his favorite color, not his favorite song, not his favorite food. Nothing. And I couldn't call him and ask him because he was in New York and it was the middle of the night there. I had nothing else to do but to turn to the one person that knew every single little detail about him- Ana.

I opened my laptop and she appeared on the screen in front of me within 20 seconds.

"So you miss Harry so much you had nothing better to do but to call me?"

"Hello to you too."

"I miss you. When are you coming home?"

I smiled. "I'd miss me too. And I've no idea will I ever come home." I twirled in my chair. I knew that I may never, ever come back home. Not even if I manage to get the money. That's just my horoscope. "I need to ask you something." her eyes suddenly got bigger. "If you'd have to describe Harry in three words-"