Sharpay's view
"Come on guys! I wanna get going! It's not often we're in England clubbing!" I shouted through to my two best mates, Monique and Kelsi, from the door of our hotel room.
This was our first time out of America, having a gap year before we started to study for university. So we decided to think long and hard about our dream location and what to do for a bit of fun. I thought about England and the attractions around the day for Kelsi and the clubbing scene at night, for me and Monique.
"Considering this is our first time here, in England, no we aren't here often." Kelsi clearly stated.
"Alright, smarty pants." I said, ruffling her hair.
"Sharr!! This took me ages! Now the fit english guys won't notice me with pissed up hair."
"No, all they will do is look at you." Monique said, finally arriving to the door. "and laughing at you." She laughed, and the only one laughing too.
"It's not funny!" Kelsi said, storming ahead of the other us.
"God, what's up with her?" I giggled, following Kelsi with Monique on my side.
"Grumpy cause we didn't go to some museum probably!" Monique joked.
"I heard that!" Kelsi said, poking her head round the corner.
*-~-*
Arriving at some fancy club in the busy parts of London, we walked in with amazement. The nightlife in England was so much different to America. I started jumping up and down in excitement as I knew I could get away with buying drinks here, as I'm 18. With Kelsi turning 18 in a couple of us suspicious of Kelsi underage drinking.
"First, round on me!" I said, walking to the bar. Pointing at a sofa on the side, I indicated where I'd meet them with their drinks.
Walking back over, I spotted a familiar face in the crowd on the dancefloor, a very familiar face. Me being me, I just shrugged my shoulders and carried on walking towards my mates.
"Here, guys! Our first official public drink in England! Cheers!" Everyone clinked their glasses.
"And here's to a great English holiday!" Monique said.
"CHEERS!"
*-~-*
Dancing around the dancefloor, totally unaware of anyone beside us, we raved heavily and totally drunk to the music beating through our ears. The only one that was mildly sober and knew what we was doing was me. I wasn't a really heavy drinker anyway. I tamed down my dancing when I noticed the familiar face again. I left the other girls to their rave dancing and tried to find them. Walking towards the crowd they were in, I jumped with fright as two hands planted onto my waist. My heart started rapidly beating faster.
"Looking for me?" A husky male voice said in my ear, loud enough for her to hear but quiet enough for no-one else too. My heart beated faster.
The crowd that he belonged to roared with cheers and a few 'Get in there mate' type comments. His arm gradually slid round my waist, but realising what was happening, I pulled him off and turned round before my heart fell out my body.
"You…"
"Yea, it's me." he winked.
I stood in absolute shock, staring into his eyes for a few minutes.
"Shar, you can talk." He laughed.
"But, I haven't seen you in ages. You really have changed."
"I'm Troy, Shar. I always change." He chuckled. "Drink?"
"Yea, sure. I'll be over here." I pointed to the sofas where I started my night. I slumped into one of the comfy sofas and waited for Troy to arrived back. I quickly got out my compact, checking my hair, make-up just in case I looked like a complete wreak. He placed my drink on the table in front of us.
"Hey, you remembered." I said, talking about my drink.
"You never used to turn down a vodka and coke, especially at the after prom party." He laughed, thinking back to prom.
"So, how's Gabriella?" I said reluctantly. Troy looked down at his feet. "Someone had you mention her. I'm fine with it now! Sorry, her." I said, but inside my heart was sinking, thinking that he's going to say that they're married, engaged, or having kids or something.
"We broke up couple weeks after graduation. Dad found me a job here, so I moved to get away from her." Troy said. "What about you? Who's your special someone?"
'You, for Christ sake!' I thought. "I'm with no-one. A loner." I said, fiddling with my hair.
"Really? That's a shame." Troy said. "I'm a 'loner' too, if you wanna put it that way." Troy laughed, stood up, and held his hand out for Sharpay. "Dance?"
"Yea." I grinned.
*-~-*
Many drinks later and we were pretty much drunk, vulnerable which was unlike me. Staggering down the road towards the hotel I was staying in, we laughed, joked and made sarcastic comments about anything and everything. As we approached my hotel, we stood still just to the side of the entrance.
"I had fun tonight." I said.
"You? Sharpay Evans? Having fun with me? Troy Bolton? That's a first for both of us!" Troy said chuckling, then playfully punched my arm.
"Thanks, Troy!" I said, hitting his hand, gradually moving closer to him. "Wanna continue our drinking 'fun'?"
"Sure." Troy winked.
Pushing the heavy door into the hotel, I remembered that Monique had the card for the door, and then thought of the state she was in when they left and asked the reception for a spare.
Walking up to my room, Troy slipped his arm around my waist, and walked right along side of me, like a new couple going out for the first time. I slightly flinched when his hand touched my hip. I'd been hoping for this day for a while, well 2 years really.
Hovering the barcode along the lock on the door, the door clicked as me and Troy entered. Placing the card somewhere that I would remember, I flung off her shoes, rubbing my feet.
"I'll do that for you, if you like." Troy requested.
"It's ok, I've got it." I said.
"You sure? I do great massages." Troy winked, holding his hands out.
"I can do it myself, it's fine." I giggled.
"You're ticklish, aren't you?" Troy cooed. "You are, aren't you?"
Saying that, Troy goes to reach for my foot, tickling it until I crumbled onto the floor.
"Fine, fine! You win!" I said, smiling. I got up from the floor, but totally unaware that when I stood up, Troy was going to be right in my face.
With our faces inches apart, we just stared into each others eyes, until Troy pulled me in closer. Closer so I could feel his heartbeat. He dipped his head to face mine, so close, I could feel his breathe. His lips planted on mine, so soft. Pulling away, I knew that he wanted more. Flinging my arms around his neck, he pulled me up so my legs wrapped around his waist, tight. Showering kisses, clothes falling onto the floor, falling onto the bed, under the covers, I could see what was gonna happen and I'm not sure if it was the right thing to be doing.
*-~-*
Morning after and I was alone surrounded my the comfort of the duvet. That's what I thought till I heard the toilet flush and the tap running. I pulled the duvet off me, cold air reaching to every inch of my body. Looking down on myself, I thought that I'd better get dressed, and see who the hell was in my room. Climbing out of the bed, something got caught underneath my foot. Oh, God. Something must of happened. Then Troy emerged from the bathroom, and I quickly pulled the duvet over me.
"What … what you doing here?" I said.
"God, Sharpay. Can't you remember?" Troy laughed looking down on what I was standing on. "Lets say, I used that." He nudged me, so hard I fell back on the bed. "I'd wrap that up if I were you, and in the bin. They don't flush." He winked at me.
"Ew, I'm not touching … that. You used it, you can pick it up! I'm not touching your … juice?" I shivered with disgust, sitting back up. "Troy, two things. Stop winking at me and what actually happened last night? I can't really remember."
"We were a bit drunk, then we … did it." Troy said.
Thoughts showered my mind. Looking down at the condom on the floor, I saw a split. Oh, God. I hope I'm not. I shouldn't be. Oh My God. I can't be pregnant. I feel on my back onto the bed.
"You better go." I said, to Troy. Within a few minutes of him getting ready, he left.
*-~-*
Walloping the suitcase shut, I threw it on the floor. I knew last night would turn into a mistake. I clutched my head with my hands and collapsed onto the bed, then I heard a light tap on the door. Walking to the door, I listed the possibilities of who it could be. I pulled the door slowly.
"Forgot something?" I said. Then before I knew it, Troy lips were locking into mine, embracing me tightly. So much so I slightly was lifted off the floor.
"Yes. You. You can't go today. Please."
I looked at the floor. "I'm sorry. I have to go home." I said, slowing closing the door, then sliding down it sobbing.
*-~-*
"Would flight 325 to New York please board the plane. Thank you."
Walking towards the gate, I heard a faint shouting of my name.
"SHARPAY! SHARPAY EVANS!"
It was Troy. Oh God. Thoughts running though my mind, racing.
"Shar, aren't you gonna wait?" Kelsi said.
"No," I sighed. "Come on we need to get home." I said, as the gate closed behind us. Tears started flooding down my face. I reached into my pocket for my phone. Message from unknown contact? I opened it.
Last night wasn't a mistake, you know that
you wanted it as well, ever since high
school. I'll miss you. I wish I could of talked
to you before you went.
Talk soon I guess. T x
Oh, God. Did I just make the worst mistake of my life, not waiting?
It's too late now. I'm going back home.
Hope it was ok :)
Next chapter will be Troy's view
Then Sharpay and Troy's views when they are back in America.
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