"Chad, for the last time, GET UP!" Marcus Danforth, Chad's dad, pounded on his son's door for the third time that morning. Inside the room, Chad groaned inwardly. It was Monday morning, three days after the incident with Kayla. Chad hadn't talked to Taylor: after Saturday he hadn't even bothered ringing her cell. And, of course, she hadn't rung him. Not once. But hey, who could blame her?

"CHAD!?!" Another pound on the door. He swung his legs out of bed.

"Alright, Dad, I'm up," He called, rubbing the sleep out of his eyes. Climbing out of bed, he padded towards the bathroom. He brushed his teeth, washed his face and tried to fix his curls that hung lankly around his depressed face. Once finished his "grooming" regime, he trudged down the stairs and into the kitchen, where he was met by his mum, and little sister Jazmine. "Morning sweetie," Kendra Danforth greeted her son, giving him a kiss on the cheek while placing a plate of butter pancakes down in front of him.

"Morning Chaddy!" His four year old sister squealed. He gave her a huge smile, and started to wolf down his pancakes.

"Honey, its 7:38. Troy's picking you up in 5. Don't you think you'd better wait in the driveway now?" his mum asked, from her place behind the newspaper. Chad nodded slightly, and got up, giving his mum a brief kiss and ruffling Jazmines hair. He smiled, noticing how much she was getting like him, as by now her hair was as curly as Chad's, but hung wavy down her face. Picking up his school bag, he walked out the front door to be greeted by Troy's black SUV as it drove in. As normal, he slung his bags into Troy's trunk, and climbed into the passenger seat.

"Nice weekend, huh?" Troy smirked evilly. Chad gave him a dirty look

"Shut the fuck up and drive, dude," Chad said simply. Troy snorted and shook his head.

"I take it she still hasn't forgiven you then," Chad sighed

"Nope. And I don't think she will, Troy. I really messed up this time,"

Troy laughed even louder "You're kidding me? The amount of times Gabi has called me this weekend to advise me to knock some sense into you, I'm starting to get earache," Chad didn't reply, just nodded. He realised they were getting closer to school, and a thousand questions were shooting through his head a minute. Would Taylor be in? Would she forgive him? What would Kayla do? He was too busy thinking that he didn't notice they'd pulled up in East Highs parking lot.

"Umm, Chad? We're here?" Troy stated. Chad nodded silently and climbed out, taking his bag and making his way to the front of East High. He and Troy got in through the front door, and made their way to their lockers, that were coincidently, side by side.

"Chaaaad!" The squeal that pierced his ear drums was not the one he wanted to hear. He turned around slowly, and caught sight of Kayla Symmons coming towards him, in a tight black vest top and white mini-skirt that was no longer than a belt. She clip-clopped towards him in her high heels, her cheerleading team behind her, and a seductive grin on her face. She finally reached him and traced a long, manicured nail up his chest. "I missed you this weekend, Chad," She breathed huskily, "Friday left me wanting more," Chad's first impulse was to vomit inside his mouth, but he resisted the urge, and instead grinned at her, nervously. Kayla grinned flirtatiously at Chad and leant forward, attaching herself with force to Chad's lips.

Chad tried to pull back, but Kayla pushed him back against the lockers and ran her hands through his hair. He didn't want to reciprocate the kiss, but couldn't help it.

Girls were Chad Danforth's biggest weakness.

When she finally pulled back, Chad noticed the whole hallway had gone silent. He turned, though wish he hadn't. Locking eyes with the girl that owned his heart, he felt like crying. For Taylor stood there, shock and sadness etched across her face. He took in her appearance; light blue gypsy skirt and white top, with her hair curled into a side ponytail. She was bare-faced, wearing no make-up, but still managed to look effortlessly beautiful. He noticed her eyes were slightly red and puffy, letting him Know she'd been crying all weekend. All he wanted to do was take her in his arms and tell her everything was alright, but he knew that wasn't a possibility at the moment.

"Hey Tay, are you okay?" he said softly. Stupid, Chad. That was stupid! He thought. Taylor's face flushed to anger in a second.

"Oh no shit Sherlock!" she scoffed, rolling her eyes, "The guy I thought I loved, no, who I thought was the one, cheated on me last Friday when I was sitting at home Ill. But, when I've come in today, hoping we can agree on our differences, I see him kissing her again! What happened to the voicemails you left me Chad? I love you? I'm sorry?" Tears started to spill down her face uncontrollably. "Plus, only my friends call me Tay," She said, emphasizing the friend part.

Chad's silence gave her more way to continue.

"Well, do you know what Chad? I meant what I said on Friday. I HATE YOU!" She stormed away from the sorry scene, Gabriella following close behind. Kayla just stood there, with a smug grin on her face.

"What got into her?" She laughed. Chad pushed her away from him and walked off, not letting anyone see the tears dripping down his face.

WITH TAYLOR:

Taylor ran into her favourite room, the science lab, and collapsed on the nearest desks, sobs completely taking over her fragile body. How could he do this to her, again? And in front of the student body? She let out another deep cry as she replayed the events in her head. Kayla's hands had been in Chad's hair; her lips on Chad's, her tongue with his. It made her feel sick to her stomach.

"Taylor? Hunny, speak to me," Taylor turned as she heard Gabriella's voice. Gabriella, Kelsi and Sharpay were standing there, all worried looks on their faces. "Oh, hi guys," Taylor replied, wiping the tears that were taking over her face. Gabriella came and sat on the spare seat next to Taylor, while Sharpay and Kelsi moved to sit on the desks in front.

"How are you, babe?" Sharpay asked softly, gently caressing Taylor's shoulder. Taylor laughed a little. "I've been better," She choked.

There was an awkward silence as all 4 girls struggled to find the right words to say.

"He's an idiot Taylor," Kelsi finally spoke, breaking the silence. Taylor nodded, feeling the tears spring into her eyes again.

"What did I do wrong, guys?" She wailed, "What exactly did I do?" In a second, the girls had crowded around her; sympathetic words were whispered in her ears.

"You didn't do anything, Tay. He's just and idiot, like Kels said," These words fell deaf on her heartbroken ears.

"But Kayla Symmons?" Taylor whimpered, "She's like slut personified!" The girls laughed, a little nervously in Taylor's opinion, but still laughed none the less.

"I know. What levels some people stoop too," Gabriella replied, with a disgusted look on her face. It was true. Every girl that wasn't a cheerleader hated Kayla. It was an automatic impulse, taken from the day Kayla Symmons turned in a cheerleading, man-eating bitch.

"We need to get that bitch back," Kelsi said simply. No-one looked up, but silently agreed in their heads.

"Revenge," Sharpay smirked, "I like it,"

All the girls turned to see how Taylor was taking the idea. Her grin said it all.

"Public humiliation and my boyfriend back? Yes please. And I know just how to get it,"

***

It was lunch at East High, and the guys were practising their basketball in the gym. Coach Bolton had some paperwork to do, so the boys were just practising some three throws with Troy occasionally taking over.

Just across the hall were the cheerleaders, practising their new routine. Kayla, heading the troop, was dressed even more sluttily than before, her blonde hair tied up in a ponytail. She kept shooting glances at Chad, who made an effort not to look her way.

Seems she'd have to work harder then.

"Come on girls!" She called, "Starting line-up!"

The cheerleaders got into their formation, (Kayla at the front, of course) and preceded on doing their routine, Kayla pushing her chest out as far as it could go.

"W-I-L-D... WILDCATS!" They sung in unison, dipping low, and winding themselves back up.

Their cat-calls had caught the attention of the basketball team. Chad's eyes had wandered onto Kayla, and, however hard he wanted too, he couldn't pull his eyes away from her seductive grin.

Yep, Chad Danforth's biggest weakness was girls.

Thankfully, Chad's eyes were averted when a huge bang erupted, signalling the gym doors had been opened. Four girls stood there, lunches in hand.

Taylor, Kelsi, Gabriella and Sharpay walked over to the bleachers and sat, furthest away from the court. Exchanging warm smiles with their girlfriends, or, in Chad's case, a timid nod, the boys carried on with their free throws.

Shit! Kayla cursed silently, why did Mckessie come and ruin everything?

Taylor smirked as she saw Kayla's pissed off expression. She turned towards her three best friends, hoping they'd caught in too.

"Perfect," Sharpay grinned, "Kayla's got her foot in the door, right where we want her. Just one step at a time,"

All three of the girls erupted into excited giggles, anticipation filling their veins.

***

Hearing excited giggles; Kayla turned her face towards the bleachers and gave the four girls a disgusted sneer. Right now, she wanted Mckessie to get it more than anything else.

She just had to find her weakness.

The familiar sight of an afro bobbed into her view.

Perfect.

"Chad," She called. He turned around. Taylor became rigid in her seat.

"Umm...hey...?" He replied a little nervously, still aware Taylor was in the room.

"You must be aching," She started, gesturing to his bulging muscles, "All that hard work,"

Taylor felt anger boil up inside her. She clenched her fists. Hate shone through her brown eyes.

"Aha...Kinda," Chad stammered, rubbing the back of his neck.

Kayla walked and sat on Chad's lap, so she was straddling him. "How about a massage?" she purred in his ear.

Chad's heart got the better of him. "Uhh...Nope," He said, pushing her off him, "I think I'll pass,"

But Kayla was relentless. "Chad you're aching. At least let me kiss it better," She continued, tracing lines across Chad's jaw line.

And at that very moment Taylor McKessie snapped.

She jumped down from the bleachers and marched across the gym floor, finally reaching her intended target.

Kayla Symmons.

"Kiss this better," She hissed, and brought her right hand to Kayla's cheek in a backhand.

The smack echoed across the silence of the gym.

After that, all her broke loose.

Kayla and Taylor launched at each other, hands flailing everywhere. Screams and shrieks bounced off the gym walls.

Without a second thought, Chad and Zeke had grabbed Taylor away from Kayla; who was sitting on the floor with blood pouring from her lip.

Taylor had scratch marks down the side of her face.

"You little bitch!" Kayla screamed, wiping the blood from her lip with the bottom of her hand.

Taylor didn't answer. Instead, she broke free from Chad and Zeke's grasp. Still oblivious to the blood pouring from her left cheek, she walked away, a smug grin on her face.

Oh yes.

Taylor McKessie's revenge was just getting started.