Troy Bolton ♪ Faking Smiles

02 | sixteen over pi

The sound of the bell ringing was by far the best thing that has happened to me since I entered the biology room. Learning about cell division was definitely not what I wanted to be doing on a monday after winter break.

Nonetheless, I paid attention and aced my pop quiz.

"Hey, Amelia! How did you do on that pop quiz?" Gabriella asks as we walk out the door, heading to study hall.

"A hundred, how about you?" I ask back.

"A hundred." She responds.

I answer in a high five and a smile.

"You have study hall next?" I ask.

"With Mrs. Fickson?" She questions.

"You betcha!" I reply without hesitation.

All of a sudden, my good mood changes with the sigh of Troy Bolton and his fellow basketball team approaching us from their mid-day practice.

"Uh oh, jock alert ahead." I mumble.

"Hey, Amelia!" Troy shouts, though being only a few feet in front of me.

"Go away." I hiss with an eyeroll.

"Oh, don't give me the famous eye roll. You know you like my company." He chirps, a sly grin forming on his lips.

"Seriously, you're delusional." I spit.

He averts his gaze from my face to the girl standing next to me.

"Who's this?" He asks, grin only dropping slightly.

"Gabriella." She greets with her hand extending.

"Nice to meet you." He says.

"Okay, well we should really get going." I remark, trying to get out of this horrifying situation. I grab Gabriella's wrist and string her along down the hall away from Troy and his gang.

"Catch ya later!" Troy calls after us.

"You definitely won't!" I yell back.

Once turn down the hallway, I nearly explode at my new friend.

"How could you be so nice to him?" I interrogate.

"I don't know, I just met him." She shyly responds.

"I told you repeatedly to stay away from him." I reply, clearly not satisfied with her answer.

"I know but—why do you hate him so much anyway?" She asks.

I try to scramble up an answer, but I couldn't. It's like the words were caught in my throat and could not get out.

"I just do." I state.

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"So, it seems like you know Troy Bolton." Sharpay accuses.

I set my pencil down quietly on my trigonometry book and eavesdrop on Sharpay and Gabriella's conversation.

"Not really, I just bumped into him in the hallway." She explains and continues with her math.

"Well, Troy doesn't normally interact with new students." The blonde arrogantly spits.

"Hm, why not?" Gabriella asks, watching the teacher at the board aolve a math problem.

"Pretty much basketball twenty-four seven with him." She sighs.

"That should be sixteen over pi." The brunette whispers under her breath.

"Yes, Miss Montez?" The teacher asks, turning around with an eraser at hand.

"Oh I'm sorry, I was just—shouldn't the second equation read sixteen over pi?" She speaks up.

Sharpay rolls her eyes while the teacher explains to her how that is impossible.

"I stand corrected," The teacher admits with a smile. "and welcome aboard."

Sharpay stomps away, furious.

"That was awesome." I cheer.

"What that? That was nothing." Gabriella says with a smile.

"You know, you should join the math team with Taylor and I." I offer.

"Oh no, no, no. I'd like to stay in the background for awhile." She explains.

"It'll look great on your application to harvard." I bait.

"I'll think about it." She says, continuing her math problem.

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i promise there will be more scenes with troy and amelia soon! i'm sorry for a lack of them, but i wanted to get the plot going first.