Troy Bolton ♪ Faking Smiles

01 | execrate

A small shriek escapes my lips
as the orange basketball Chad
was holding hits me square in the face.

"Sorry!" Chad apologizes while retrieving his ball.

"Next time, control that thing, or else you'll be an embarressment to East High. Oh wait, too late." I snap back, caressing my forehead.

I look of shock appears on his face.

"What, you've never seen a person get angry?" I sarcastically ask.

"No, I'm just wondering who burnt your french toast this morning." He answers.

Despite my abhorrent attitude, he seems unaffected, or unknowing, of my hateful words. Instead, he proceeds to be his clueless self, shrug, and walk over to the buses. My eyes follow him until I see the school's most adored, and in my opinion repulsive,  sophomore, Troy Bolton.

Everyone flocks around him while clapping, like he's the president. Troy gives everyone on the Wildcats a high five and wishes them a happy new year. I overhear Chad say that it will be once they win the championship.
Everyone erupts into cheers again.

"WHAT TEAM?"

"WILDCATS!"

"WHAT TEAM?"

"WILDCATS!"

With a suble eye roll, I proceed to enter the school with my textbooks in hand.
Staring down at my math worksheet, I realize that I've miscalculated the answer to #3. I reluctantly stop what I'm doing and rummage for a pencil in my backpack. As I am about to fix my mistake, an arrogant Sharpay Evans bumbs into me, which sends both of us to the floor.

She gasps and yells for Ryan.

"How dare you not move out of my way!" She screams.

Scared by her outburst, I cannot find the words for a snarky comeback.

Ryan offers her a hand to help her up, which she takes and stomps down the hallway to class. By now, the hallways are desolate, which causes me to quickly recover my math. Still kneeling on the floor, a helpful hand appears in front of my face.

A brown haired girl stands above me with an outstretched arm.

"Need some help?" She asks.

"Yeah, actually." I mumble, grasping her hand.

Once I dust off my jeans and pick up my books, I thank her, ask her her name, and ask what class she'll be attending next.

"Theater Arts." she says blandly.

"Same! Let's walk together before-" My words are cut off by the sound of the bell. "And we'll be recieving a detension after school."

"What? A detension on my first day?" She whimpers. "This will not look good on my resume for Harvard."

"Woah, Harvard?" I ask, mouth gaping open.

"Not anymore after this detension!"She exclaims, slapping her forehead with her hand.

"Hey, don't worry about it. I'm sure you'll still get accepted." I comfort.

We trudge up the stairs to the theater room of doom and take our seats while recieving a late slip. Gabriella hands Ms. Darbus, our theater arts teacher, her new information and name.

"Now, ladies, I was just explaining to the class the importance of the winter musical! Auditions will be held tomorrow after school and I trust that you'll both be joining us!" She says in her overly loud voice.

While she leaves to go back to her chair, a cell phone rings.

"Ah! The cell phone menace has returned again to interrupt our crucible times of learning. Sharpay and Ryan, and I will see you in detension. Now, I have a zero tolerance policy for cell phones and—Mr. Bolton, I'll also see you there." She rants.

"No no no, Ms. Darbus, your honor, because you see, we have basketball practice and Troy–" Chad rambles before getting interrupted.

"That will be fifteen minutes for you Mr. Danforth!" She yells. "Taylor Mckessie! Fifteen minutes! Now anymore questions?"

"How was your holiday Ms Darbus?" Jason, a super annoying kid in my class, asks.

Everyone turns around to face his seat and give him an evil glare. East High has never had a person who stuck up to a teacher so much.

The bell rings before she could answer and soon everybody evacuates the room.

"So that was our theater teacher?" Gabriella asks, stopping at her locker.

"Yeah, she's awful isn't she?" I respond, stopping with her.

She simply shakes her head and proceeds to pack her books.

"Yanno, I was kind of considering trying out for the school musical." She admits.

"You sing?" I ask.

"Yeah, you?" She responds.

"A little, but only when people aren't around." I reported.

She slams shut her locker and suggess that we walk to our next class together. I agree and lead the way. While we're walking, I couldn't help but ask if she was still going to do the play, especially after she met her.

"No! Definitely not anymore, especially if she's directing." She explains.

"Good, it's absolute torture." I say.

"Why have you ever done it?" She questions.

"Nope, but you could already tell." I laugh.

"True." She giggles back.

"You know, you're the first person at this school that I actually like." I say.

"Same here." She responds.

"You've only been here for less than a day!" I exclaim.

We both erupt into laughter as we enter the biology room. We take our seats next to each other and prepare for class.

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hey ya! just to clarify, gabriella never sang with troy on nye.

i hope you enjoyed this suckish first chapter. I just really wanted to update so sorry if this stunk.