It all started on one very ordinary day during lunch
The girls at my table were all busy chatting away about last night's basketball games, and of course, the "oh-so-gorgeous" basketball stars themselves; bits of gossiping flying here and there on the latest break-ups and hook-ups of the lives of the elite. That made a total of three very infatuated, hormonal, teenage girls allgiggling excessively about the same thing.
Except me, of course.
No see, I was frantically trying to finish my calculus homework, a result of me accidentally leaving my textbook in my locker yesterday night. Mrs. Glanville always, checked to see if homework was done or not. She's married, but the real love of her life is math and if your homework wasn't done, she'd slap a week's worth of detention on you. And as much as I love the academics, I'd really, really rather not stay behind school for two extra-hours a day doing math.
Suddenly, Jessica Hieno's voice broke through the conversation. "Isn't Troy Bolton just so hot?" She drawled in a dreamy voice, with the same faraway look she always got whenever she (or anyone else for that matter) said his name.
There was a silent pause and then she snapped. "Gabriella!"
I looked up frustrated, I hated to be interrupted whenever I was doing homework, call me a nerd, but it's one of my biggest pet peeves. "What?!" I growled.
Jessica frowned at me. "Don't you think that Troy is just the cutest?" Her frown turned into a dreamy look.
I wrinkled my nose, "No" and then I proceeded to finish my homework. Unfortunately Jessica was just as stubborn as I was.
"Oh come on!" She huffed. "Not even just a little bit?"
"Jessica, I'm trying to finish my math homework so I don't get detention and you interrupt me to get my opinion on some arrogant jock?" I didn't wait for her answer or for the frown to reappear on her face before turning my attention back to deriving the exceedingly long trigonometry question in front of me, all the while muttering to myself on what a lunkhead Troy Bolton was.
"But—" She was suddenly interrupted by another sharp voice from the left of me.
"Oh leave her alone and let her do her homework." My best friend Taylor McKessie snapped. "Troy is a lunkhead anyway."
I smiled subconsciously, this is why Taylor Mckessie was my best friend, We both thought alike, and we both hated the elites at East High. To us they were just a bunch of jocks and cheerleaders who thought they were above everyone else and that the world revolved around them. The guys acted like they expect the girls to come crawling on their hands and knees at every beck and call, and kiss the ground they walked on, worship the air that they breathed. And it wasn't even all the jocks, just the ones on the basketball team. I mean, East High has other teams, football, softball, soccer, volleyball, but no, for some unexplainable reason, it was the basketball team that dominated these halls.
"Oh, Taylor, we all know you think Chad is hot…" Sarah Brooks leaned forward on her arms and lifted her eyebrows up and down a few times.
Taylor snorted, "Please, I'd rather date a toad."
I snickered and slammed my binder shut. Math homework complete, take that Mrs. Glanville! I slid my books to the side and shifted forward in my chair, ready to join the conversation.
"So what up?" I asked.
Lindsay Evans winked at me. "Oh you're favourite topic." She teased.
I groaned. "Still talking about boys I see?"
"Gabriella, Gabriella…not everyone's a man hater like you…" she scolded me like I was a naughty child.
"Excuse me? I don't hate guys!"
Silence was ensued around the table. "What?"
"You gave Michael Cohen two black eyes last month." Sarah pointed out.
"He groped me in the middle of the hallway! It was purely self-defense."
"What about Steven Tiffel?" Jessica decided to add her little input. "Poor guy was only saying hi and you totally killed his shin. Couldn't walk for a week."
"He didn't say it! He was wolf whistling at me." I snapped clearly frustrated. How could they not see that my actions were clearly justified?
"Girl, face it, you hate guys, and you beat them for complimenting you." Jessica concluded with a tone of finality in her voice.
"I don't think grabbing my ass in the middle of the hallway counts as a compliment." I noted wryly.
"Don't listen to them, power to us!" Taylor pumped her fist into the air and I laughed. At least someone was thinking clearly.
Sarah and Jessica only rolled their eyes while Lindsay piped up. "Oh, you'll never believe what I heard, but Troy and Rachel broke up during free period today." She squealed with delight.
"No way!" The others exclaimed and joined in with her squealing.
"Oh yea?" I nodded towards Taylor, "So how long was that, like three weeks?"
"Nah, two and half to be exact, cough it up girl." Taylor stretched her arm out and held her palm out for me.
I grumbled and slapped a ten into her open fist.
"You guys made a bet?!" Jessica shrieked so loudly that I winced.
"We always make a bet." I stated simply. "His relationships never last more than three weeks."
"You both are unbelievable you know that?" Sarah muttered, whilst Taylor and I shrugged.
The bell rang, signaling the end of lunch. We picked up our trays, threw out our trash and headed off towards math. "So we're still on for tonight right?" Taylor nudged me as we walked.
I nodded. Today was Friday and every Friday, Taylor would crash at my place with a ton of movies and junk food. Juvenile maybe, but you can't break tradition.
As we neared the classroom, I noticed Chad Danforth and Troy Bolton leaning casually against the doorframe.
Chad smirked at Taylor as we neared.
"Taylor, Taylor, Taylor…" He began.
"Shut it, Danforth." Taylor hissed violently and walked past him. Chad's smirk grew even bigger and he flung an around her shoulders.
"Oh Taylor, if you keep up this attitude we're never going to get our English project done." He grinned cheekily.
Taylor shook his arm off as if it was infected with an incurable disease. "Please, our English project was doomed the second I got you assigned as my partner..."
"Oh you hurt me so…but since you think so lowly of my literature abilities, I guess that means that I won't have to do—"
"Forget it! Just because it's a pairs project doesn't mean you don't have to do any work Danforth, it's an individual mark so suck it up."
Chad's smirk was instantly wiped off his face. "W-w-what?" He squeaked like a boy going through puberty.
Now it was Taylor's turn to smirk and she oh so dearly enjoyed it. "That's right." She smiled sweetly. "It's an individual mark, so I hope you're happy with your F."
"Whoa, whoa, Taylor, come on, we're both in this together…" Chad stuttered. "I mean, you got to help me out you know…"
Taylor snorted unpleasantly. "The day I help you out is the day you actually have some consideration for others."
"What the hell's that suppose to mean?"
"What do you think it means?"
"Oh wait, I forgot, you can't think…"
"Bitch…" He muttered underneath his breath. Unfortunately for him, Taylor heard him loud and clear.
"Well you're just an another arrogant bastard, who thinks that he owns the school, you don't have any consideration on how you treat others, and you think girls should just automatically fall at your feet, head over heels in love with you."
"Baby, girls do fall head over heels in love with us."
"Us?" Taylor arched an eyebrow.
Chad indicated himself and nodded at Troy who was watching the argument between the two with amusement.
"Oh yea? Well, not me and Gabriella!" Taylor grabbed my arm and pulled me forward.
"Is that right?" Chad stepped forward
"Yes!" Taylor closed the space between the two of them so that their noses were almost touching in fury. She pushed me aside in doing so, I stumbled back and grabbed onto a chair to prevent myself from falling over.
"Fine." Chad's smirk was coming back. "Then I bet Troy, can make Gabriella fall in love with him in three months!"
WHAT IN THE?!
"Hey!" I protested.
"Fine!" Taylor agreed instantly.
"What?!" I shrieked at this point.
The two finally stopped arguing and stared at me, whilst Troy, who was still leaning casually against the doorframe, smirked at me.
"What?" Taylor and Chad said, looking at me like I was dumb.
"Y-y-you can't just—don't drag me into your problems!" I manage to finally spit out rather lamely.
"Gabriella, please, you have to do this, power to us remember?" Taylor rushed over to me and grasped both my hands tightly.
"But-but why can't you make Taylor fall in love with you?" I was desperately asking Chad.
He shot me a weird look, "Are you crazy? Why would I do that?"
"Oh come on! Please, please, Gabrielle you're my best friend!"
"Yea, you Taylor's best friend…" Chad pouted and made puppy eyes.
"Oh leave her alone." Troy drawled in a husky voice that was apparently supposed to make the girls go "ga-ga." He sauntered over to me. I was stunned for a moment, until I heard his next words, accompanied by that overly arrogant smirk of his. "She's scared she'll lose anyway."
"Excuse me!?" I snapped.
"What? Aren't you?"
"No, why would I be?"
"Because you know you won't be able to resist me for three whole months." Troy boasted.
I couldn't stand it any longer, rage built up inside of me. Arrogant asshole. "I'll do it, and I'll win!"
Suddenly all eyes were on me, it was only then that I began to mentally kick myself for having the world's biggest mouth.
Hmm, so this is my first fanfic story. Leave a review and let me know what you think :)