Who's the Ace of the Race?
Author's Note & Disclaimer: I don't own any character; I don't own HSM or Disney… blah, blah, and blah. I only own the plot which I hope you find entertaining. Here goes the summary: The entire basketball team believes that Sharpay Evans is the hottest girl in East High. Thus, they make a bet; whoever wins a "competition" will be the one who gets the Drama Queen as a prize… But here comes the best part: in each round one contestant gets eliminated! I will propose two, and you, the faithful reviewers will vote who is going to exit the course! Have fun! Angie.
Mission: Sharpay Evans
"Congratulations boys!" Coach Bolton screamed with excitement at the changing room. "Do you have any idea what that was? Let me tell you! It was triumph. It was victory. It was our complete dominance against the little pathetic West High basketball team! Go Wildcats!"
"Go Wildcats!" the basketball team chanted in unison, and everyone resumed dressing up.
"Let me tell you," Chad Danforth told Troy Bolton, the coach's son and the team's captain, "the West High team is not at all pathetic. Things seemed really awful until…"
"…until she came!" Troy exclaimed, his face showing that his thoughts were racing far away. "My Sharpay!"
"I can't believe what I'm hearing!" Mark Sindall shrieked. "Our team captain is beaming to the name of Sharpay Evans. Stop that, Troy pal! You are being overdramatic, like the drama queen! Since when did she become your Sharpay, anyway?"
"She's beautiful," Troy mumbled. "She is..."
"Hot!" Jason Cross cried.
"Fabulous!" That came from Zeke Baylor, known for his persistence with the blonde.
"Sexy! Every man's fantasy! A godess!" Chad added. "Troy, you are not the only one who is madly in love with her."
"Exactly my point!" Mark went on. "Sharpay is not yours Troy. After all, you have Gabriella. And you, Chad, you have Taylor. And then Jason fancies that shortie, Kelsi Nielsen. Oh, yes and Zeke has… his pi cakes! So everybody's happy and Sharpay is mine!"
"Are you kidding?" Zeke interrupted. "I make these pi cakes for her. And how can you ever compare the amazingly stunning Sharpay Evans to Gabriella Montez, Taylor McKessie or Kelsi Nielsen! This is blasphemy!""
"He has a point there," Chad and Troy said simultaneously. Jason barely talked so he remained silent.
Everything seemed to lead up to a fight when Coach Bolton entered the dressing rooms. "Guys! I don't believe it! There is too much tension in this room! Don't tell me you are arguing for that cute girl again."
"Cute? Sharpay Evans? No, Mr. Bolton, she's more like a diva!" Mark observed. As Chad nodded he kept on, "Chad should not even have the chance to speak, he thinks of her as the Ice Queen and the Mountain Lion!"
"Well, yeah! She is a cute mountain lion!" Chad defended himself.
"She is kind of sexy," Troy's father admitted. "That girl should really be in the cheerleading squad instead of all this theatre kind of crap, the singing and the dancing. I'd kill to see her endless legs!"
"Dad!" Troy intervened, his words having a "what-are-you-thinking" tone.
"I only said she's pretty, that's all," Jack Bolton replied. "You see guys, when I was in school and captain of the basketball team there was a girl, Lenora. She wasn't as beautiful as Ms. Evans, but still everyone had a crush on her. When we won the championship, we decided to make a competition between the team, to see who deserved her. Whoever won dated the girl. The others showed respect."
"Who won?" Jason asked.
"Unfortunately, it was Carl, my best friend," the coach responded with a sigh. "He beat me in the final. So what I am suggesting is that you do the same thing. It can't harm, can it? See it as a friendly competition with Sharpay as the prize. Each one will get eliminated in every round."
"Cool!" Mark hurled.
"I'm in," Troy said more redundantly.
Everybody agreed to participate in the race ….including Jack Bolton himself.
"But, sir, excuse me if I'm wrong but… aren't you married?"
"Chad, excuse me but don't you have an affair with Taylor? Guys, you may think I'm too old for games, but let's see who'll have the last laugh. I think Sharpay is hot too, I mean, I'm just a man but I may know women better than you think! Plus, it wouldn't be bad to feel like your age again for a while, with that competition and stuff."
"He's right," Jason admitted. "Since everyone in the basketball team has a crush on the famous blonde and Coach Jack is a vital member of the team in his own way, he should have the right to participate. So, to sum up, I think every contestant should present himself. Zeke, you begin."
"Ok, I'm Zeke Baylor. I'm seventeen years old and I've had a crush on Sharpay since she got her first role, which is practically kindergarten. I also adore baking, and I'd make anything for her, even a crème brulee".
"Hey that's pathetic! You think you deserve Sharpay because you can bake?" Troy intervened. "Let me introduce myself. I, Troy Bolton, may have a girlfriend but Sharpay has always been my secret desire and I think she fancies me, so I have the right to go out with her."
"You think she fancies you?" Mark asked, his eyes wide. "Troy, that was ages ago, before you hooked up with Gabriella! I, on the other hand, Mark Sindall, am single and waiting for Sharpay! I may be a background player but I'm the best-looking person in that team, and you know how she loves athletes!"
"I think you are wrong there. I, Jack Bolton, am the best-looking person in that team," the coach smiled, sure of himself. "You know what they say, some age, others mature. Your friend, too serious to be a cheerleader is a true artist. True artists, see Scarlet Johansson, always fell for the magic of mature men!"
"Sharpay's not that serious!" Chad protested. "And she needs Chad Danforth to make her laugh and have a good time. She said she liked my hair too. Guys, there's nothing going on with Taylor, and once she knows, our beauty will come rushing to me!"
"That's nonsense!" Jason had his part. "Look at me, the all-amazing Jason Cross and then look at Sharpay Evans. We're just meant to be together. I love sleeping, even though that's irrelevant, but hey, beds, sleeping, you get the point…"
"Your sense of humour is awful, Cross," Jack remarked, and everyone laughed. "Now, I'm going to announce the first task of the competition…"
"Hey, why would you announce it?" Mark was easily irritated. "I mean, sorry sir, but isn't that going to be a democratic vote, with everyone proposing the tasks and deciding who leaves. I thought that was the idea."
"That's exactly the idea, but it was my idea in the first place, so I will propose the first task, to get you into the game. After each turn, one gets eliminated and we, as a team will decide who was less worthy. Actually, let's shift the rules a bit. We will nominate two, then we will vote for the one we want to stay and he get's to choose the topic for the next mission. Do you agree?"
Everyone nodded, impatient to hear the first mission.
"Our first mission will be: Bring her a present! Each one will have to offer Sharpay something, and we'll see what she likes the most!" Jack went on with enthusiasm. "If she doesn't like your present, you won't be rewarded, that's for sure."
"Great dad," Troy exclaimed "but there's a slight problem. It is called Ryan Evans and it's her overprotective brother. I mean, in order to give gifts to Sharpay, we must get past him first and you known he guards her all the time. They are constantly together!"
"Oh, is it too difficult for you, Troy?" Zeke mocked. "Are you giving up?"
"Of course I'm not!" Troy affirmed. "Guys, the game has just started. Let's play fair and square. Go!"
And with that, Troy Bolton rushed out of the changing rooms, to be soon followed by Chad, Jason, Zeke, Mark and his father. Each one was thinking about his next move. The race to Sharpay's heart had officially started.
Author's Note: So, did you like? Tell me! Who do you think is going to win? Who would you like to? Just for clearing things out, Mark is a name I decided to give to the guy in the 'What Time Is It?' music video whose yearbook Sharpay signs first. I think there's chemistry between them! Is that Jared Murillo, by the way? I really don't know.