High School Musical (Hariana)

Try Something New & My Nails Are History

Zayn's POV

I'm arguing with Mr. Clifford in tent principal's office about Harry and Ashton. "If they have to paint sets for detention, they could do it tonight, not during practice!"

"If these were theater performers, would you seek special treatment?" What does that even mean? He confuses me sometimes. Actually change sometimes to all the time.

"Clifford, we are days away from our biggest game of the year!"

"And we, Styles, are in the midst of our auditions for our winter musicale as well! This school is about more than just young men in baggy shorts flinging balls for touchdowns!" He doesn't even know the rules of basketball!

"Baskets! They shoot baskets!" He rolled his eyes at me.

"Stop! Guys, you've been having this argument since the day you both have started teaching here. We are one school, one student body, one faculty! Can we not agree on that?" The principal, Calum Hood, spoke as we nodded. "So, Coach, how's the team looking? Harry got 'em whipped into shape?" Mr. Clifford left annoyed because we started talking about basketball.

~Later that night~

"West High Knights have knocked us out of the playoffs three years running, and now we are one game away from taking that championship back from them! It's time to make our stand. The team is now. You are the team. And this team does not exist unless each and every single one of you is fully focused on our goal. Am I clear?" I went to Ashton and nodded at him so he could do the chant.

"Hey, what team?"

"Wildcats!"

"What team?"

"Wildcats!"

"What team?"

"Wildcats!"

"Wildcats!"

"Get your head in the game!"

Ariana's POV

I'm walking with Becca through the school yard with Lauren who's the smartest person in this entire school next to me to a tree outside to study. She's talking about the scholastic decathlon and how I should join. "We've never made it past the first round of the scholastic decathlon. You could be our answered prayer." Yes that sounds like fun.

"I'm focusing on my studies this semester and help my mom get the new house organized. Maybe next year." I hope I don't get to do it next year. We walked in silence for a moment then I finally spoke. "What do you know about Harry Styles?" What? I'm curious.

"Yeah, what do you know about Harry, Lauren?" Becca asked, intrigued to know about this famous basketball player at school.

"Harry? Hmm, I'm not an expert on that particular sub-species. However, unless you speak cheerleader." I look at her strangely then we're in front of some cheerleaders. "For example, "Oh my gosh! Isn't Harry Styles just the hottie super-bomb?" I gotta tell you, it was pretty good. "Ha-ha. See what I mean?"

"I don't know how to speak cheerleader." We laughed.

"I don't know how to either." Becca said as she laughed along with us.

"We exist in an alternate world of Harry the basketball boy. Have you tried to get to know him?" Watch how it works tomorrow when you have lunch with us. Unless you'd rather sit with the cheerleaders and discuss firm nail beds." She joked.

I showed her my nails. "My nail beds are history." She lifted up her hands and we giggled. "Mine are too." Becca said as she giggled softly.

"Sisters!" She said and we keep going to find the tree.

Harry's POV

I'm back home shooting baskets with my dad. He's curious about the detention problem. "Still don't understand this detention thing."

"It was my fault. Sorry, dad." I said panting.

"Cross court." He said when I passed him grabbing the ball. "Clifford will take any opportunity to bust my chops. That includes yours too." I was about to shoot then stopped.

"Hey, Dad? Did you ever want to try something new but were afraid of what your friends might think?" I just want a honest answer about the musical.

"Like, going left? You're doing fine." He doesn't understand what I'm getting at. That's not new.

"Well...no, I mean, what if you wanna try something really new and it's a total disaster and all your friends laugh at you." Will my friends make fun of me because I just wanna sing in the musical? They shouldn't! I'm the number one basketball jock!

"Maybe they're not your friends. That was my whole point about team today. You gotta look out for each other. You're the leader. There's going to be college scouts at our game next week. Know what a scholarship's worth these days?" He does have a point.

"A lot." I joked and he laughed.

"Yeah. Focus, Harry. Come on!" He coached. I threw the ball and made it in. Again. "Whoo. Just something for you."