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Chapter 1: UH-OH

"Ouch!!! Fucking piece of shit." I, Taylor Lynn McKessie, was so damn Hung-Over. I was so drowsy and had a major headache, and on a Monday morning. I was getting ready to go to school and face the music with my gang. Let me clarify not a "gang" as a group of friends, but a "gang" as in a group of gangsters, your ride or die group of people. My gang is called The Purple Stallions. Our signature colors were black, purple, and sometimes gold, depending on how the leader is feeling. Who is the leader you ask? You'll find out later.

Any where was I…oh yea fucking piece of shit. I was hung-over of course so in hung-over daze, I ended up stubbing my toe on the dresser. After sorting out my throbbing toe, I had to decide what to wear. I walked into my walk in closet to being flooded in the purple, black, and gold clothing. I decided on a black tube-top with purple writing, my black skinny-leg jeans, my purple leather pumps, and my purple leather jacket, but I don't put it on til I get in homeroom. It's just too hot.

I walked downstairs and grabbed some toast my mom left for me. I grabbed my keys to my custom-made black Solara car with purple flames going down the sides, and made my way to my school, East High. When I got there, my fucking best friend in the whole world, Gabriella Montez, as waiting for me next to her car in an outfit like mine except the colors were swapped. She had purple tub-top, purple skinny-jeans, black leather pumps, and had a black leather jacket in her hand, with her black and purple school bag that we had made together. I grabbed my bag and my jacket out of my car.

"What's up mami, you look caliente this pretty Monday Moring." Gabbi said.

"I know. Did you rack my brain this morning for an outfit?" I said making fun. She just laughed and linked arms with me. We walked into school, looking for our men. When we didn't find them we headed to our, you guessed it, purple and black locker. My locker was black with gold writing on it that said Taylor and Gabi's locker was purple with gold writing on it that said Gabriella. I was digging through my locker until I felt a hand on my waist. I stood up and knew who it was immediately. It was oh so sexy boyfriend Troy Bolton.

Troy Fuck-able Bolton is my boyfriend. When I turned around I almost died. He had on black jeans, a gold v-neck shirt and a black leather jacket with his aviators. He had blonde hair, a great body and a dick of a god, but that is just between you and me. He leaned down and kissed me while pushing me into the locker ne to our, his. When he pulled back, he had this sexy smirk on his face that said fuck me now. Damn I would, but we were in school. Did I fail to mention that he is the leader of the Purple Stallions? Well he is.

"Hey Sexii. Do you know that I'm loving this outfit. I'm hard just thinking about it." Try said as he licked my ear. I know this boy is either high or drink because he is not in his right mind.

"I know I picked it out for you." I said smirking in his direction. I looked over to see Gabi sucking face with her boyfriend Chad Danforth. Chad is second in command under Troy, his best friend. Chad had this big afro that could be seen anywhere. I laughed in my mind about that. He had been in love with my bestie since freshmen year. When they finally became official, they were sickly cute. Seriously. Anyway, what was I saying…oh yeah?

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"Damn, interrupted by the bell." It was quiet until we all busted out laughing. Like we go to home room. We all headed up to the rooftop garden to chill. This is the only thing we really skip because even though we are in a gang, we make really good grades. It is really surprising that Chad is smart, but he is undercover. Once we got to the rooftop garden, someone pulled out a bubbler and packed it with weed, and you will never guess who, Troy.

"Babe what are you doing?" I asked while sitting between his legs.

"What does it look like my sexii baby? I'm trying to get you high." Let me tell you, my baby is gifted because he packed the bubbler and started kissing my neck at the same time. When he finished with both, I had a hickey the size of a fist and the bubbler was packed to capacity. He lit it up, took a big drag and passed it to me. I did the same thing and passed it to Gabby and so on. By the time we were finished, we were so high that if I looked at anything besides a human I would start laughing causing a reaction with Gabby. That is the one thing the boys liked about us when we were high, we laughed at anything and we get Horney as it wears off.

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The fucking bell rings and we are high as skunks.

"Oh Well, let's go start some trouble." As we were walking down the rooftop, we see some people in orange and black, UGH. I hated those people, but I was so high right now that I forgot their names. The leader, Mark Crown, stops and stares at my baby, Uh-Oh prepare for a showdown between a weak dude and a fuming high Troy, not good.

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