Summary: Sharpay has been hiding something inside of her since forever.

Summary: Sharpay has been hiding something inside of her since forever. What's the secret? I'm not good in summaries!! Zashley, definitely! :D

Disclaimer: I own Troy, Sharpay, and all the other HSM characters… not :D I wish I did though. Except Gabriella, ew. Lol. Come back again next time.

A/N: This is my first story! I've tried writing Jiley stories but I have no ideas. This one is inspired by my friend, Joellyn, who I haven't spoken to in one and a half years because we go to different schools and all. But then I was browsing through all my documents and I found a well-written Zashley story by her. Thanks babe : &I also got inspired by 'SoStephSays,' though I don't know her that well, I read her 'It Had To Be You', and wanted to try but that bitch façade thing. : Yay me! Haha, thanks anyway people. R&R and go easy on the reviews, it's my first try. The next story might be about Jiley, if I get good reviews… so… yeah! Just read it!

Sharpay's P.O.V

"Move," I demanded, strutting down the hallways, pushing everybody aside. The frightened looking boy quickly moved away, giving way for me and Ryan to go through. I got to the only pink locker in the whole hallway with 'SE' written in cursive letters on it. I turned the code a few times and it popped open. I stuffed my bags and books in and looked in the mirror, admiring my reflection and re-glossing. In the mirror, I could see Troy coming up from behind. I pretended not to notice him and continued glossing.

"Hey, Shar-shar," He greeted me, calling me by our childhood names.

"I told you not to call me that in public!" I said through gritted teeth. Ryan smirked. "Wipe that stupid smirk off your face!!" I scolded him. Ryan immediately looked down at his shoes.

"Wellllll… It's not like anyone's going to care now, huh?" He stated, flashing his million dollar smile. I couldn't help grinning back – his smile was contagious. I immediately missed the old times where it was only me and Troy. We were the best of friends since… well, forever. Our mum went to yoga classes together on every Friday and we would be dropped off at a childcare center, then brought to our favourite ice-cream palouur after the yoga classes. We would spend afternoons on the treehouse that his dad had built for him and talk about anything and everything. He knew all her secrets… except one. I liked Troy as more than a friend. Everyone could see that, why couldn't he? I've hinted to him a few times when we reached Junior Year but everytime he just laughed it off. Now there was this other girl… and everyone could tell that he like-liked her. And she liked him too. What was her name…? Grace? Gwen?

"Hey, Gabriella!" Troy shouted over my shoulder. Ah, that's right. Gabriella. I cringed as he called her name in that sugary voice. "Hey Shar, have you met Gabby yet? She's awesome." Troy smiled, beckoning her to come over. Dammit, I don't wanna meet her. I pretended to take out my cell phone and flipped it open, talking to 'Casper', the imaginary ghost.

"Hello? What?! I'll be right there, okay, bye." I said pretending to sound as if the phone call with 'Casper' was urgent. "Hey Troy, I better go. I'll meet her another time, k?" I said, slamming my locker shut and grabbing Ryan.

"Hey Troy," That 'Gabby' girl said, coming up to him.

"Shar, wait – meet Gabriella Montez… she's from – " Troy started but I walked away quickly. "Shar?!"

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"Let go of me!" Ryan whined, trying to escape from my grasp. I let him go and sighed to myself. "If you like him just go up and tell him."

"What?!" I exclaimed. "I do not like Troy Bolton." I said loudly. Everyone stopped and looked at me. "Screw off, bitches." I cursed, pissed that Ryan could figure out why I walked away so quickly.

"Sure you don't, Shar." Ryan laughed. "I have known you since you were born! I know your every expression, whether you're lying, guilty, sad, happy. I know when you like someone – or idolizing him. There's a difference, you know. And when it comes to Troy Bolton, it is obviously, the first one."

"Well you got it all wrong – I have never ever liked Bolton, and NEVER WILL!" I said, emphasizing on the last two words.

"I see your lying face…" Ryan grinned.

Is it good? D: I dunno. I'm gonna continue though, cos I don't write stories and stop halfway. :D (Yeahhh, right.) Anyway, R&R please!