A/N right guys first song fic yay!! lol well i hope u like it it's a strange Troypay really enjoy!!
Disclamer: I own nothing and the song is There's A Good Reason These Tables Are Numbered Honey You Just Haven't Thought Of It Yet by Panic! At The Disco
Not yet a star
Please, leave all overcoats, canes and top hats with the doorman.
From that moment you'll be out of place and underdressed.
I'm wrecking this evening already and loving every minute of it.
Ruining this banquet for the mildly inspiring and...
Sharpay Evans removed her coat. Looking around at all the new Hollywood starlets desperate for their shot at the big time. She looked down at her outfit; a sparkly pink halter top worn with a pair of faded jeans. Everybody else in the room wore some kind of dress if they were female, or a clean pressed suit if they were male. They all turned, looking at her distaste showing clearly on there faces; as hard and cold as ice. Looking over to the corner she noticed Troy Bolton, smirking gently at her, shear joy dancing around in his eyes.
Please, leave all overcoats, canes and top hats with the doorman.
From that moment you'll be out of place and underdressed.
I'm wrecking this evening already and loving every minute of it.
Ruining this banquet for the mildly inspiring and...
When you're in black slacks with accentuating, off-white, pinstripes
Whoa, everything goes according to plan.
Troy Bolton looked up from his wine glass and over to the small underdressed yet gorgeous blonde in the corner. He smirked, his plan working perfectly; Sharpay was looking pale and washed out, an evil streak in him beginning to show that he had never known to previously exist. Sharpay Evans was one of Hollywood's leading starlets, everybody wanted a piece of her, and everybody usually got it. Except Troy Bolton. He smirked noticing her look over, hate flashing in her deep brown eyes; Troy had always wanted Sharpay and even tonight he felt she looked like a vision in blonde, even though he was planning a massacre tonight. He was determined to ruin Sharpay Evans career; as punishment for not giving him the thing he'd been asking her for most of his life. Her.
I'm the new cancer, never looked better, you can't stand it.
Because you say so under your breath.
You're reading lips "When did he get all confident?"
Haven't you heard that I'm the new cancer?
Never looked better, and you can't stand it
Sharpay ran her fingers through her hair once again, things were going terribly. She looked back remembering the time she was Sharpay Evans, Hollywood's freshest new talent; and it seemed that in one night Troy Bolton could take it all away from her, crushing her beneath a rock. She was confused, never had she gone one night without a man in a posh suit and a brand new contract in hand talking about his newest movie adventure and how she would be perfect for the role. She soured at the odd feeling of nobody reaching their hands across her thighs; her skin still smooth and dormant. Walking over to the buffet table slowly she eyed the director in the corner. Simon Donald; everybody was talking about him, the hottest new director in this sorry cesspool. Forcing a pout Sharpay began her seductive walk; she wanted to make plain pumps to look sexy.
"Hi my names Sharpay Evans, star of Teenage Years"
She thrust out a perfectly manicured hand, a white and well practiced smile gleaming from her tanned face. From the corner Troy Bolton's heart fluttered watching intently as his plans unfolded, hoping that all would go well, if he could crush Sharpay to night he could have her feeling a longing to touch Sharpay in ways he had only been able to dream about.
"I'm uninterested, your yesterday's news honey take a hint"
Donald strolled of, wrapping an arm around the brunette next to him. SLUT she thought tears threatening to fall from her soft porcelain skin. Looking over to the bar she saw Mr. Bolton a strong martini in one hand, grinning, eyes gleaming with a passion a fire burning so strong full of hatred…and longing.
Next is a trip to the, the ladies room in vain, and
I bet you just can't keep up (keep up) with these fashionistas, and
Tonight, tonight you are, you are a whispering campaign.
I bet to them your name is "Cheap", I bet to them you look like shh...
Splashing water on her face she looked to the mirror. She couldn't keep up, everybody here had changed, it seems one outfit and a few words from NBA star and hottest male model and actor in Hollywood Troy Bolton could change someone's entire profile. She cast her memories back to her days at east high, she was the most popular girl everybody told her she would do well, everyone was proud of her. Back then Troy Bolton could have had her if he wanted her but he was busy with Gabriella. Why now? Why didn't he want me then, when I wanted him? Now he ruins my chance at fame, and all he wants is one night as he's begged me so often before then he would leave and I would be what? Another notch on his bedpost. Pulling her hair back, scraping it into a tight ponytail she sighed. Troy Bolton, as much as she now hated him she felt a longing, a longing like never before.
Talk to the mirror, oh, choke back tears.
And keep telling yourself that "I'm a diva!"
Oh and the smokes in that cigarette box on the table,
they just so happen to be laced with nitroglycerin.
Looking into the mirror, she took in huge gulps of fresh air; choking back the tears that fell freely from her face.
"I'm a diva"
She breathed steadily primping herself. She thought deeply, she was going to give in, maybe if she gave in to Troy Bolton everything would change; she could go back to being a star. She left the room; glancing suspiciously at the cigarette's on the counter.
I'm the new cancer, never looked better, you can't stand it.
Because you say so under your breath.
You're reading lips "When did he get all confident?"
Troy Bolton looked away from the 'adult' actress he was talking to when he heard the bathroom door open. His face dropping as he saw another tear slip gracefully down her cheek. He saw her lips move, whispering maybe a curse or maybe a statement; but he saw her, and he regretted his actions. Sharpay walked to the bar picking up a glass of punch; the punch Troy had spiked.
Haven't you heard that I'm the new cancer?
Never looked better, and you can't stand it
Haven't you heard that I'm the new cancer?
I've never looked better, and you can't stand it
Haven't you heard that I'm the new cancer?
I've never looked better, and you can't stand it
Sharpay looked over to Troy, shooting a death glare. She watched him intently as he slipped over to her, her hand rubbing her waist suggestively his eyes scanning her body with pure lust.
Troy ran his eyes over Sharpay noticing the punch had worked its way into her system well. Other starlets in the corner whispering words like 'slut' and 'whore' Now was when he would make his move. Now was when Troy Bolton would fulfill his fantasies.
And I know, and I know, it just doesn't feel like a night out with no one sizing you up.
I've never been so surreptitious, so of course you'll be distracted when I spike the punch.
Sharpay sighed, letting Troy roam his hands anywhere, flinching only slightly when his hands found her shapely backside, moving his hand in a circular motion, as he whispered sweet things into her ear. She began losing all knowledge her common sense slipping away, knowing she had to do this to get what she wanted back. She was using him, he was using her. Troy lent down, hesitating slightly before leaning forward, there lips meeting.
And I know, and I know, it just doesn't feel like a night out with no one sizing you up.
I've never been so surreptitious, so of course you'll be distracted when I spike the punch.
As much as she tried to resist, Sharpay Evans couldn't help but enjoy the passionate kiss she was sharing with Troy. He wrapped his arms around Sharpay's waist deepening the kiss, tongues battling fiercely for dominance. It didn't matter to Troy that Sharpay was drugged and didn't know what she was doing; this was something he had wanted for almost 6 years now, and nothing could ruin it.
And I know, and I know, it just doesn't feel like a night out with no one sizing you up.
I've never been so surreptitious, so of course you'll be distracted when I spike the punch.
Troy Bolton and Sharpay Evans; meant to be?
A/N so guys how was it? i get hits but no reviews for my one-shots and i really want to know what you thought cause i wanted to write another song fic and i really want you opinions luv ya guys R&R xxx