Transfer.

[Drea Johnson]

I parked my glossy red convertible in the closet spot I could find to the doors. I ended up having to cut off some girl to get the spot but they'll get over it and if not oh well. I carefully stepped out of the car making two claps as my gold colored Gucci high heeled sandals hit the pavement. I stood up and ran my hands over my Chanel outfit to straighten it out and adjusted my Marc Jacob's sunglasses. I reached into the back and pulled out my Prada purse and slung it over my elbow before grabbing my custom made Coach back pack and pulling it on a shoulder. I walked across the blacktop and pushed open the school doors. I pulled off my sunglasses and scrunched up my nose. Ew, was the word that immediately ran through my head. I shook my hair and began walking in, what I hoped, was the direction of the school office. Even if it's not the correct direction I can just find some hott guy to give me directions.

[Ryan Evans]

I was facing the lockers, trying to locate mine...for the billionth time. The hallway went quiet and I heard the clacks of heels, most likely expensive ones at that, going down the hall. Sharpay's not back, is she? I wondered to myself as I turned and saw who it was. Drea. I knew her from past New York experiences...and she was, how may I put this nicely? A lassie. What the heck is she doing here? I walked down the hallway, following her. "Drea?" I said, sounding more like a question.

[Drea Johnson]

I scoffed and turned to the person following me flipping my hair in the process.
"It sure isn't J.Lo." I said rolling my eyes. I then realized who it was standing in front of me. I smirked at the sight of him.
"Well, if it isn't Ryan Evans."

(Lassie? That's your way of calling her a B right?)

[Ryan Evans]

I rolled my eyes. "Well look who the wicked witch dragged in," I said loudly. "How was Broadway going for you?"

[Drea Johnson]

My smirk quickly turned to a harsh glare.
"Good, I mean, I at least got into the business." I said knowing full well him and his sister, Yorkie is it, have been trying to break into the music business since as long as, well, forever.

[Ryan Evans]

"Oh really, what shows were you in? I mean, if you did get any supporting roles, I am sure it would have been all over the internet," I said with a smirk.

[Drea Johnson]

"Actually daddy, gotta love him, thought I'd like my privacy and paid to keep my name away from anything other than the program. I played Nessa Rose in Wicked. Which, even if it is one play, it's one more than you and your sister, what is it again Yorkie?"

[Ryan Evans]

I rolled my eyes. "I need proof. Make me BELIEVE it," I said with a shrug. "Besides, how can one get farther in the business without having their name out there? Very poor decision on your part."

[Drea Johnson]

"Not my decision, daddy's. You've met him, if he were from the 1800 Columbus couldn't have convinced him the world was round." I smirked. "And are you sure you want proof?"

[Ryan Evans]

"Wait..." I said. "What the heck are you talking about?" I was seriously confused.

[Drea Johnson]

I rolled my eyes.
"You most definitely haven't changed since the last time we talked."

(OMG, I just realized he never corrected the Yorkie thing. Lol)

[Ryan Evans]

[Haha he doesn't care!]

"Well you could have fooled me," I muttered.

[Drea Johnson]

(Oh, LOL)

"What was that dear? You know if plan to have a future on the stage you must know how to announciate." I smirked at him.

[Ryan Evans]

[UGHHH! The annunciation is the killer for me.... I can project just fine...]

"You could have fooled me," I said slowly, as to be able to feel my mouth move.

[Drea Johnson]

I rolled my eyes.
"Yeah, whatever."