A/N- Written in response to the HSM Romance Theme Challenge, but it didn't turn out anything like it was meant. So not terribly romantic. At all. Anyway, I own absolutely nothing.
Distraction
Sharpay hates Gabriella with every fiber of her being.
It is not without reason, as she has taken away anything Sharpay ever wanted, casually ripped each dream to shreds, innocent smile glistening, covering the blood and fear that stain her fingers.
No one seems to understand, see the destruction that is hidden behind innocent eyes. They all just smile back, determined to continue the façade of happiness, of breaking free. So Sharpay just allows the loathing to build within her. Someday soon, she tells herself at night, moon shining too bright on her pillow, the world will explode. It does not seem far off.
And when she is pulled into a closet once again, skipping class, now familiar lips pressing up against her own, Sharpay responds in the only way she can, pouring out all her hate and loathing and fire and passion and pressing back just as strong, freshly manicured fingernails scraping along the bare flesh at Gabriella's back.
When she returns to class, just like always, strutting just a bit too much, hair flipping slightly as she takes her seat, she does not have to look to know where Gabriella is seated, passing notes and talking in quiet voices with her perfect athlete of a boyfriend. It is always the same.
Sharpay spends the rest of the period absently scraping blood and skin and her from under those perfect nails. Just like always.
She is beautiful, and Sharpay hates her for that too. And tells her so, screaming it to the world as tongues collide, teeth scraping and blood flowing. But when she leaves, every hair in its place, it is as though nothing has occurred. She contemplates tearing out her own eyes, or maybe Gabriella's, but instead simply walks through the halls in a daze, clouded by red.
At night, concealer slipping silently down the drains, revealing bruises in places they should never be, she tries to convince herself to stop, but it is all she has left. Sharpay lives for the frenzied passion, the biting hatred, slight bursts of painful color shoved into her gray world.
And so it continues, because even though Sharpay hates Gabriella with every piece of her being, she knows, somewhere deep within herself, that without Gabriella, she is worthless.