"…Sharpay Evans and…."
"Ryan, Ryan, Ryan," she repeated in her head.
"Troy Bolton!"
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"WHAT?" shrieked Sharpay. This was not happening. Troy Bolton? No way.
"Move!" she yelled, and the sea of people parted, letting 'Moses' through. Sharpay marched up to Ms. Darbus. She swapped her furious, frowning mask for a confused, sweet-and-smiley one.
"Ms. Darbus, there seems to be a mistake," she said sweetly. "I'm with Ryan."
"No, no, Sharpay. You're definitely with Troy."
Sharpay folded her arms. "Well then, who's Ryan with?"
Coach Bolton scanned down his list of names. "Ryan Evans…Ryan Evans…Where is Ryan Evans?" he mumbled to himself. "Aha! Found ya, Ryan. Ryan Evans and Gabriella Montez!"
Sharpay scowled. "Fine! Troooooyyy!"
Troy, who had been 'interviewing' Chad with his camera, turned to find a furious Sharpay glaring at him.
"What?"
"I'll tell you what, Bolton. We are 'buddies'. That's what," Sharpay retorted angrily, still glaring at him.
"Oh. Is that it?" questioned Troy, but instantly regretted it.
"Is that it? Is that freakin' it?"
Troy was alarmed. "Okay, Shar, I get it! Chill!" he said, backing away from her.
Sharpay narrowed her eyes and flounced off, back to Ryan.
Troy watched her leave, realizing how he had made the situation much worse.
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"Okaay! Everybody, grab your partners, 1, 2, 3! Nah, I'm just kidding. Gather rounds, kids!" shouted Coach Bolton, through his megaphone.
Troy picked up his bag and trudged over to Sharpay. She stared him up and down before turning back to her Sidekick.
"Well, we have a little task for you!" Jack continued. "Instead of escorting you sullen adolescents to the campsite, you get the pleasure navigate the root there yourself!"
Troy watched and bit back a laugh as Sharpay's mouth fell open in silent rage.
"So grab a map and a compass from Ms. Darbus and set off!"
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It had now been 45 minutes since they had 'set off', and Troy and Sharpay were lost.
"Hey loser, are you sure we're not going round in circles?" Sharpay asked him as he stood on top of a large gray rock, that sort of resembled Ryan's head.
"Course not. Why?"
Sharpay folded her arms. "I'm pretty sure that you've stood on Ryan's head before."
"Huh?"
She sighed. "The rock, Troy. We've been here before."
Troy's brow furrowed in confusement. "Oh. Well then, I guess we have been going round in circles."
Sharpay rolled her eyes. "Dork," she muttered before they both headed off again, this time in (hopefully) the right direction.
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Sharpay was once again lagging behind. "Trooyy!" she whined, coming to a halt.
He swivelled round to face her. "What is it?"
"My feet hurt!" she pouted and sat on her large pink suitcase.
"Well, maybe they wouldn't hurt if you had decided to wear suitable shoes," Troy pointed out, looking at her silver heels.
Sharpay scowled. "Can't I wear your shoes?"
If it were Ryan that Sharpay was dealing with, he would have gladly given his sneakers to his baby sister without a second thought. But this was Troy Bolton, and he wasn't about to let Sharpay take his only pair of shoes.
"Shar, you can't wear my sneakers! What would I wear, your heels?" Troy replied, with a hint of a smirk playing on his mouth. He sighed, seeing the look on Sharpay's face. "Look, how 'bout I give you a piggy-back ride?"
Sharpay looked at him unsurely. "I don't know, loser."
"C'mon, it's not like you're heavy. I mean, you're as skinny as a stick!"
"Seriously, Bolton, I'm okay!" Sharpay replied, ignoring his last remark. She got up to prove her point, winced as she walked slowly in a circle, before sitting back down on her case, moaning and rubbind her feet.
"Here," he said, putting down his bag and heaving Sharpay onto his back. She squealed. "This is weird!"
"You'll be fine," Troy assured her. Sharpay wrapped her arms tightly around his neck, rigid with fear, as they began making their way to the camp fopr the third time.
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After a mere 10 minutes, Troy's back was breaking. Sharpay may be as skinny as a stick, but she certainly wasn't as light as one. And not only was he struggling with his own bag, he was now trailing Sharpay's case as well.
Sharpay, hanging loosely on Troy's back, was absent-mindedly swinging her shoes across Troy's face. He had to dodge them each time they passed him, or it would be weird trying to explain to the doctor that his nose had been sliced off by a pair of size 5 silver heels.
Sharpay sighed. "How much longer now, dork?"
"2 minutes less since when you last asked me," Troy muttered, his patience with Sharpay quickly fading.
"Jeez, Bolton, you don't have to be-"
But she was cut off by Troy. "There!"
He pointed to a red tent not too far off in the distance.
"Finally!" cried Sharpay. "Sprint, Bolton, SPRINT!"
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A/N: Finally! Wow, it's been so long. But I've been really busy. And then we went up to our house in this teensy little village called Cushendall, and there was no internet! I felt like crying…
But you know what you gotta do! Catch 'em all! Nah you gotta review, bubs!
Love you guys!
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