Bad.

By Katie

Pairing: Jarepay//Troypay

Rating: K+

A/N: I was greatly inspired reading this one fic called "A Better Kiss, A Hotter Touch". It was so great, I just had to write something kinda-sorta similar. And by the "Jare" in "Jarepay", I mean Jared Murillo's character.

Disclaimer: Does it look like I own HSM? I DO give off that vibe! I WILL own one of Ryan's hat. I will persevere.

Bad.

He was so bad. But, oh, was he good. Wrong had never been so right. She didn't even know the guy and she was head-over-heels for him. He was everything she'd never wanted. He was amazing.

His lips hadn't left hers in over an hour. Her lips had to be swollen. She didn't care. Nothing could wreck this, as she ran her fingers through his brown hair. Her head told her stop; her foolish heart told her to keep kissing him.

He tasted of cigarettes and Coca-Cola and alcohol. If he had been her boyfriend, she would have hated the taste. Alas, he was not. And she was loving every minute of this.

She'd seen him around school. He had been on the basketball team, but he'd quit last year. She hadn't bothered to ask why.

And, yeah, she had a boyfriend. He was the captain of said basketball team. Sharpay, this unfaithful girl, had loved her boyfriend. His name was Troy Bolton, and it had taken her near forever to steal him away from that Gabriella girl. God knows she STILL had a crush on Troy. How pathetic.

Because what Sharpay Evans wants, Sharpay Evans gets. No. Questions. Asked. She didn't make excuses for who she was. She was cold and mean and passive aggressive and a sociopathic drama queen. She was perfectly fine with that.

They were leaning against Mystery Boy's car, his arms wrapped around her waist, her hands entangled in his chocolate spikes. When they finally broke apart, Sharpay didn't even say anything. She looked in the mirror, put on some more lip gloss, and walked away.

"Hey, Sharpay?" the guy said, sounding cocky.

"What?"

"Nothing. All the needy ones turn around." he answered, his eyes maliciously glinting.

She smirked. Guess what? She was needy. But he had still kissed her.

Sharpay Evans was bad. But not the good kind.

Bad.

And that was it! Writing Sharpay shallow and mean is such a fun thing to do! Wrote a random Rypay-ish type thing earlier. It's interesting. And less than three paragraphs.