A/N: Lalala, I love these two together. There's just so much potential. XD Expect more more more of them!
Bent
Sharpay had never been so angry in her life, and it was all Chad Danforth's fault.
"Damn it," Chad hissed as he threw himself back into the driver's seat of his car. "The transmission is toast."
"So, you can't fix it?" The small blond snapped from the seat beside him. He shook his head. She glared.
"There's a service station a couple miles back-"
"I don't think so," she interrupted, tossing her hair over her shoulder and crossing her arms over her chest. "I'm wearing Miu Miuheels, and these flawless feet are not getting all blistered and gross."
"Then stay here," he offered. "I'll lock the doors and-"
Her glare could kill.
"As if."
He sighed.
"Sharpay, you can't have it both ways!"
"We wouldn't even be out here if you hadn't insisted on taking me out in this piece of trash you call a car!"
"Well sorry if I wanted to do something nice for you on our one-year anniversary!"
"It seems like your version of something nice leaves a lot to be desired, Chad."
A drop of rain hit the windshield, followed by another. They went unnoticed.
"You know, I don't think I'm ever going to fit into your perfect, spoiled little… princess lifestyle."
Sharpay scoffed. Like she hadn't heard that one before.
Like they hadn't had this exact same fight a thousand times already.
"Probably not!"
"You can be such a snob!"
"Well, you're an asshole!"
"I'm leaving!"
"Go!"
"Fine!"
Chad opened the door and stepped out into the pouring rain, struggling with something in his jacket pocket.
"Happy damn anniversary, Sharpay."
He threw something into her lap and slammed the door, hard.
She fumed for a minute, refusing to look down at the gift. If she looked down, she might have to run after him, and she couldn't have that. She was wearing a Vera Wang original, for God's sake.
She listened to the rain on the windshield for a couple more seconds and then looked down.
It was a box; a tiny little white jewelry box tied shut with a silver ribbon. Her heart stopped. She slid the ribbon off with her index finger and gently pried it open, revealing its contents.
It was a tiny, beautiful, oval-shaped silver locket.
She gasped, examining the tiny swirls of detailing on the front and the two small diamonds set into the design. Sharpay Evans had had her share of expensive gifts, but this was something else entirely. Chad didn't have fortunes to throw around on this kind of jewelry.
Which meant he had worked for it. Worked for her.
For a long time.
They were so wrong together, so bent and twisted and impossible because they were so different. She was rich while he was poor. He was good while she was bad.
She was an ungrateful bitch while he was… just Chad.
She picked up the necklace and carefully snapped it open. The picture inside had been taken a couple of months ago at an off-campus party. Sharpay was perched on Chad's lap and he was kissing her, his dark fingers intertwined in her long blond hair the way that made her feel hot and bothered and so damn good. She groaned and flipped it over.
On the other side, there was a delicate inscription:
'SE, Property of CD'
It was so possessive. So completely immature. So him.
Bitch or not, she knew he loved her anyway, and she loved him too. More than anything and everything and the whole world combined.
She stared out the window at the rain, sighed loudly, and then took off her shoes. At least she could save them. She opened the car door and swore under her breath as her pedicured little feet hit the cold, wet pavement.
"Chad Vincent Danforth! You better wait up or I swear to god, I will kill you myself!"
Then she ran into the rain after her stupid, wrong, unbelievably sweet boyfriend.
A/N: So, write more Chadpay, because they deserve more love. And pleasepleaseplease review!