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Sharpay and Gabriella walked towards the bathroom, the walk silent except for the clicking of their shoes against the hard floor and their purses hitting against their arms as they walked. They reached the door only to be stopped by a couple making out on it.

Sharpay cleared her throat. "Excuse me. Excuse me!" The couple stopped. Sharpay smirked. "Thank you. Oh and by the way, your boyfriend was looking for you," she said to the girl before walking in, Gabriella following behind.

"Boyfriend?" they heard the guy shout.

Gabriella turned to Sharpay. "Why did you that?"

"Do I need a reason?" she scoffed.

She walked closer to Sharpay. "Well was her boyfriend really looking for her?"

Sharpay raised her eyebrow. "I'm pretty sure that guy attached to her lips was her boyfriend." She strolled over to a mirror and began to pull out her makeup.

"You are really something, Sharpay," Gabriella said shaking her head.

She smiled to herself. "Don't I know it?" Gabriella moved over to a stall only to be interrupted by Sharpay. "Montez, what are you doing?"

"I was actually going to use the restroom. Is there something wrong with that?"

"You're going to use," Sharpay said accented each word, "a public restroom?"

Gabriella looked confused. "Isn't that what they're for?"

"Okay, it's your funeral."

"What's that supposed to mean?"

"Do you know who'd been on that toilet? What they've done on that toilet? I mean even thinking about makes me want to go take a shower."

"Public restrooms are actually quite clean," she defended. "They wouldn't leave a dirty toilet especially at a school knowing how fickle the health code is."

"Are we arguing about restrooms? Of all the things to fight with me about…"Sharpay trailed off resuming her makeup routine.

Gabriella walked to the stall and pulled the handle. She couldn't get it opened."The door is jammed. I can't get it open."

"It's probably all the fungi and bacteria sticking together. Move," she commanded as she strolled over to the stall. She tried to yank it open, but with no success. "Well I'll try the next one. Work at the opposite end, Montez, one of these germ holes should open."

Gabriella went to the other end of the restroom, attempting to open the stall as did Sharpay. Each had no luck, stall after stall, until they met in the middle. Gabriella opened it with ease and peeked inside. She turned to Sharpay who was already turning pale at the sight.

"AH!"

Troy had continued to stand by the refreshments table, holding his cup of punch, waiting for Gabriella to return from what seemed to him to be the longest bathroom trip ever. He talked to Jason and Kelsi for a while, knowing he was obviously the third wheel. Ms. Darbus walked up on stage.

" Students! We want you to know that the voting for Prom King and Queen will close in ten minutes. If you haven't voted, please direct yourself to the lovely voting table by the door," she announced gesturing her hand to the table.

Troy looked around for Gabriella. He knew if voting was closing soon, they'd be announcing soon who won and Troy having a hunch him and Gabriella would grace the stage, he decided to go find her. It also gave him a great excuse to leave Kelsi and Jason, so they could have some alone time.

He politely said, "Excuse me guys." Jason and Kelsi nodded and smiled him off as Troy went out into the hallway and down to the girls' restroom.

"Gabi?" he called out as he drew closer to the girls' restroom. He awkwardly knocked on the door. "Gabi, are you in there?" No response.

Troy turned around, scanning the hallway around him until he saw a couple of girls walk by.

He asked them, "Hey, hey, have you seen Gabriella Montez? Is she in this bathroom?"

"I'm not sure, sorry."

"No it's ok, thank you." The girls continued their walk back into the gym. Troy looked around again. He then closed his eyes and pushed the door open and walked in.

"Gabi? Gabi?" he called out again.

Three girls by the sink saw him. "Ew! Pervert! Jerk!" they screamed out walking out of the restroom.

He quickly apologized, "Sorry, sorry." He put his hands up in defense as he left. "Gabi? Gabi?" Still no answer. He didn't see anyone else in the restroom. He placed his hands in his pocket and began to exit. When Troy got to the door, he couldn't open it. He tried pushing it, pulling it, but it hardly moved.

"Help! Help! The door is locked," he yelled and banged against the wooden door. No one came. The door was still locked. "Great, I'm spending prom trapped in a girls' bathroom," Troy muttered to himself while he folded his arms.

Taylor, Chad, and Ryan all sat in the closet. It was hot from all the body heat and the fact that they were in New Mexico, it was hot everywhere. Chad had taken his jacket off and rolled his sleeves up. Ryan too had taken his jacket off and fanned himself with his hat. Taylor leaned against Chad out of the weariness the heat was giving her.

"Is prom over?" Taylor asked.

Ryan shook his head. "No. Still another hour and a half left."

"Well someone had to have seen us leave," she said. "I bet someone is looking for us now."

"Like who?" Chad scoffed. "Troy and Gabriella are probably too caught up in each other to notice we're missing, Sharpay's probably too busy looking at her reflection somewhere, Zeke's too busy looking at her, Martha's on crutches, and Jase and Kelsi are probably too shy to even do anything!"

Taylor frowned. "Maybe a teacher, or a janitor…"

"It's the prom! Teachers are too preoccupied watching everyone, and janitors are probably out back grumbling about the mess they'll have to clean up."

"Sorry for trying to put some hope into the situation," she responded moving herself away from Chad.

Ryan stood up. An idea formed in his head. "Taylor, can you construct something using these things?" he asked motioning to the supplies around him.

"My girlfriend's not MacGyver, Evans," Chad sighed.

Taylor rolled her eyes and replied, "Well you're not exactly being Mr. .Sunshine right now, are you?"

"Do you think you can?"

Taylor shook her head. "I'm sorry, Ryan. The door is cut to the floor, and I don't see any vents in here to help us."

"So we just sit here and wait?" Ryan concluded sliding down to the floor.

"Do you have a better idea, genius?" Chad retorted.

Taylor scolded, "Chad, you do not have to be so cynical, especially in this situation."

"Then what else can we do Taylor?" he questioned putting his hands out. "Punch a hole through the wall?"

Taylor tapped her chin. "That's actually not a bad idea."

It's been a while since I've updated this, so I hope you like it. More action in the next few chapters once prom has ended and...well can't spill too much. Please review and be nice! Also check out my other HSM stories like Lady Wildcats, Unless They Are For Everyone, Denial, and Because I Remember. Reviews are always nice:)