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( A / n : Hello there! In case you have not noticed, I'm new to this section. I just had this idea come to me by singing some HSM songs with my bestie last night – so I hope you enjoy it! If you do – wicked! Please review telling me so. If you didn't like it – well, I'm not perfect :3 but you can always leave me constructive criticism as it will improve me in the long run. Oh! And I apologize for any OOC ness, although I should be alright, just thought to throw out a warning there. Thank you! And please enjoy! )

Just Not Me

Chapter One

~)*(~ Sharpay ~)*(~

Flush. Ugh, nothing could be kept down today. Vomiting feels so gross. I hate it, but also couldn't help it either. Now, don't get me wrong... I just wasn't feeling up to par – legit. I'm not one of those girls who shoves their fingers down their throat. Although at times it felt most best, but I never caved. Nope. A nice healthy diet and exercising worked well for me, and that's how it'd stay too.

It was now time to leave for school though – Ryan bugging me since six in the morning. Damn – does he not know that perfection like this just can't be rushed? Hmm, guess not. I wiped my mouth and headed for the counter. I grabbed my hot pink toothbrush and 'Close Up' toothpaste. Cinnamon flavor – yum!

… come to think of it, it reminds me of that alcohol I had once. Mmm, but anyway... I brushed my pearly whites and grabbed the mouthwash. No way would Sharpay Evans be caught with bad breath. Gross!

"Come on Shar! We're going to be late if you don't put on those heels and get to strutting out the door." Ugh, I felt like shoving a tie down his throat right now, but of course that wouldn't be most civil would it? So I put on my million dollar smile and headed out of my en - suite bathroom, looking pretty chic yet subtle today. Of course I didn't feel nearly as good on the inside, but no one needed to know that except for I and I alone.

"And the answer is?" Well listen lady – if I knew it, I'd have passed this stinking class already and not be here now. "Sharpay?" Oh lovely, just perfect. Perfect indeed. Not!

"Yes?" I said almost sarcastically, putting away my compact mirror that I was using to check if I had any horrendous bags under my eyes, especially since I hadn't really slept a wink last night.

"The answer?" I shrugged.

"I don't know, why ask the blond?" I snapped a bit, I didn't notice that she looked astounded, along with my other classmates. Whoops... my bad. "My apologies, but really, I have no idea." I told my math teacher politely, making up for the slight attitude I gave her.

"It's... alright Miss Evans, now Gabriella?" Oh that smart ass could handle this, easy as pie. So while she answered all intellectually, I wanted to pass out and not be disturbed. I just, well – waking up vomiting sort of put my mood in a damper, I'm sure it wouldn't be most pleasant for anyone else either.

I felt Ryan's gaze upon me in a questioning manner, but I didn't turn to catch his stare. I just ignored it. What else could I do? If he asked me what was wrong, how could I explain it to him, when I can't even figure it out for myself? Impossible much? I think so.

"She's pretty tame today, no outrageousness, nothing... I wonder what's wrong?" I heard someone mutter, but I couldn't distinguish who exactly the voice belonged to, but to be honest – I didn't really care. They could say whatever, it wasn't going to bother me. At least not today.

The bell soon rang, signaling lunch and dismissal for it. I wasn't hungry really but I figured that perhaps I should eat something. But I made my way to my enormous locker and opened it up wide, shoving my books into it and grabbing my designer purse. Would I go out to get something? Or hit up the cafeteria perhaps? I shut and locked up my lockers, slinging my purse over my shoulder. Then my kitten heels got to clicking as I walked away.

"Hey!" I turned around to see... Gabriella? Oh hell no. I turned around and kept walking, but ultimately she caught up to me. "I just wanted to check up on you."

"Excuse me?" I replied rather hastily. If I wanted someone to know my business, I'd tell them. And I sure as hell didn't want her knowing my business.

"Well, you see..." She began, but continued after struggling for a couple seconds. Probably trying to figure out what to say without looking weird. Whoops, too late Gabby. "You aren't acting normal. Y'know, like how you usually do. Is everything alright?" How dare she waltz up to me and question my behavior. What's up with that? I didn't even want to know.

I stopped right in my tracks, glaring at her. "Everything is fine... not that it's any of your business anyway, so you stick to yours and I'll stick to mine. Thanks kindly." And with that, I walked away. I mean, who does she think she is? Pfftt, whatever.