This just kind of... Came out? I'm not sure how I feel about it, similar to my one about Gabriella and Sharpay, I think.
Disclaimer: I do not own the characters.
The pink acrylic nails.
The silvery, heart shaped studs.
The perfectly shaped eyebrows.
The gorgeous, unblemished skin.
She strode the hallways of East High as though she was a Goddess, and the way that the student body of East seperated and allowed her through, it was as though she really was. She walked in each class, her situated in the centre asile, three from the front, three from the back, directly in oppsite the window, five steps from the door. Sharpay Evans was the Queen of East High, the title was practically official.
The Ice Queen to be exact.
She was smart, and she could fool anyone. That angelic singing voice of hers made her seem sweet, approachable, and yet she was the complete opposite. But even though people all knew that she had a heart of ice, no-one suspected the truth, the addiction which kept her from letting anyone, including her own twin brother.
The rasping breath.
The naked bodies pressing together.
The moans which followed.
The want for only one thing.
This Sharpay was totally different from the one that was seen in public. Her hair was messy, and her makeup was smudged, creating dark, glittering rings around her eyes, and her lipstick was pretty much all worn off. Her shirt was unbuttoned to the waist, and her skirt was hitched up, revealing the fact she was wearing no underwear. She didn't seem to care about the tattooed and naked body beside her. She just looked at him expectantly, waiting, watching, her eyes looking hungry, thirsty.
He grinned at her, his teeth dark with rot, his lips cracked. He knew what she wanted, and knew just from experience what she would go through to get it. He had her wrapped around his little finger. He was her path to the satisfaction of her craving, and she had just paid him, using her body and soul, to get it.
The desperate eyes.
The fumbling fingers.
The needle breaking her skin.
The sigh of relief.
The cocaine flooded through her veins, and she let out a moan of satisfaction as she felt her fix begin to work almost immedietly. Her hair was tangled and falling around her face, her teeth were chewing on her chapped lower lip. The needle dropped from her fingers onto the dirty, cluttered floor as she leaned against the graffitied wall, just breathing, enjoying the rush that was flowing through her.
"Yo, Blondie," came a call from the guy on the bed. "You had your fix, now get out of here, unless you want to pay for some more." His naked body looked as uninviting as a bloated, rotting fish would, but for the rush that she had just felt, she would give anything for, and she did. She looked at the needle, the rush already beginning to leave her body once more.
She wiped her nose with the back of her hand, and looked down at her arm. The pin prick where the needle had peirced was barely noticeable, and yet she noted the spot, noted she would have to inject in another spot next time. She had to be careful, but she was smart, and she was used to this. She turned to the man back on the bed, taking her shirt off, and then her skirt, before laying down next to him once again.
The heavy makeup.
The powder brushed on her arms.
The eyedrops to take away the red.
The closed shoes to cover the purpling toes.
Sharpay was growing used to her necessties of an addict. The day-to-day cover up. She was getting good at it. No-one asked, and no-one was suspected a thing. Miss Everything of the school, a drug addict? Never! Her parents were barely home, and when they were, they were holding parties, or too tired to pay any attention. Ryan had long ago grown tired of beind in her shadow, and had created a life of his own, apart from her.
Sharpay had a secret, but no-one would ever guess it. Her cover was too good.
And no-one could see past her plastic facade.
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