Troy Never Kept His Promise

I own nothing but the idea.

By: xdorxymiley

Chapter 2 / Ice Queens and there ways.

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The birds were chirping, the sun was shinning and Sharpay was screaming. Just as Ryan Evans thought this morning would be filled with peace and sanity. He my friend was wrong. That morning was nothing like he had wished it would be.

Lets go back the day before and see how the rest of Sharpay's afternoon looked like.

After Sharpay dried the remaining water on her blonde head she wrapped the curls in her signature SV pink towel. She tried to smile but failed as she looked at her self. Her makeup was running down her face due to the water and believe it or not tears. Shocking isn't it? Her bedazzled Betsy Johnson bathing suite (not made for swimming) were missing a few rhinestones.

She sighed as she began to take off the mascara that stained her face.

As she got her orange face cloth damp from her marble sink she couldn't help but shed a tear. Not because she just burned her self from the hot running water but, the fact that she might never ever have Troy.

She continued to wipe the makeup off. As she rinsed her face once more and turned of the sink. She took one more look at her self then put on her signature smile and planted her hand on her hip and strutted toe n' toe out of her room.

Sharpay walked into the rehearsal room at the theater section of the country club. Took one good look to see if anyone was around. I mean who would anyways, it was 2:45 in the morning. She put her long blonde main on one shoulder. She looked different, she had no outrageous makeup that covered her natural side. No platinum smile and perfect outfits. She looked well, normal. Her hair was in its natural state. Wavey and loose. She had no makeup on and she was only wearing her favorite basketball jersey her father had gotten her and pink ( Its Sharpay what do you expect?) plaid pj pants.

Opps. I wasn't supposed to say that. Well now that the cats out of the bag, i have no choice but to tell you. See Sharpay has a secret. That no one but her family know about her. She is the worlds BIGGEST basketball fan, ever.

There, now that you know we can get back to the flash back well sort of, more like time travel. Anyways were where we?

Ah yes, Sharpay sat down on the white grand piano bench. She took out her iphone and a small pink circular candle out of her Micheal Kors tote. She lit the candle with a match she had found in the corner of the studio. She took her phone out and put on her favorite candle app (they have that you know). She cracked her knuckles and head as she closed her eyes (bit dramatic but once again its Sharpay).

As her fingers touched the cold black marble keys (A/N what is a piano key made of? I put marble cuz it sounded better then plastic ;] ) she lost control. Her heart and soul were put out on those keys. Her head began to nod a couple of times and her fingers laced through the montage of black and white. Her mouth opened and there played the tiny sound of the classic, Hallelujah by Jeff Buckley.

As she played a few of her favorite measures, something unexpected happened. The presence of another person. This particular person was at the studio for practicely the same reasons as Sharpay, freedom.

He was puzzled to find the females body playing the white piano. He tried to play out who could it have been at this time of day but he couldn't fit the pieces. He continued to observe the women as she put everything into each note. He was breathless. The way she moved, and sang it was simply amazing.

It was two dark to figure out who this mystery person was. Trying to remain unknown, he was drawn by her passion. He slowly walked closer but froze as he saw her stop. He was shocked. But took that into configuration as he stepped back into his hiding place.

Then something more puzzling happened, she began to cry. He was taken back and felt as if he needed to confort this unknown soul but decieded not to on that idea. He watched her cover her face. Her bony back began to shake as she cried into her hands.

Even though he had no idea who this person was, he felt attached to her. As if he needed her. Like a very powerful drug. He continued to observe the girl until she got up.

He froze and soon he could feel his entire body tense up as he watched her blow out the candle terminating the only possible source to figure out who she was. He had to think fast. He quickly got him self together and thought about running out before she would come his way, but once again voted not to on that idea. It was weird he was driven by her. He didn't want to leave, not yet at least.

The tiny figure grabbed her phone and and threw out the candle into the trash can. She wiped her tears away and gathered her hair again and put all her belongings into her bag. She pushed the bench back in its place and checked the time on her phone.

3:10. She sighed as she began to walk towards him. He saw this and ran to the bush that was right on the other wall in the hallway. As she walked into the hallway she accidentally dropped her keys to her room in front of the fake plant.

As she bended down her phone was right under face giving off her features. He couldn't help but look and was taken back as he noticed who she was the hole time. His mouth hung open as she grabbed her keys.

Ooo la la a little mystery huh? Well now you have 2 things to do , one can u figure out who is narrating this story and who was the mystery boy who walked into Sharpay's venting? Review please! This takes place after her pool incident.