A/N: I'm not sure why, but after a year I had the sudden urge to continue to write this. So for the few people who were following this, I truly apologize that I haven't posted this sooner. I appreciate everyone who read and reviewed the last chapter. Hopefully you enjoy this chapter and I get up another chapter in the closer future.

Hold On To Me Tonight
Chapter Two


Sharpay Evans stared at the empty glass in front of her waiting for the waiter to take it away so she wouldn't have to be reminded of how much she had drank. Truth be told, she had lost count and knew as soon as she were to stand up from her seated position, she'd instantly lose balance. She was drinking away her feelings, correction, she had drank away her feelings at this point.

The booth she was hiding away in at the Lava Springs Bar and Restaurant had become her cave, no one could see her curled up at the table and she could barely see out. It was partially because she wanted to be secluded from the world, and partially because she was underage and drinking the day away because this was the first place she could think of. With her father owning the place and a generous tip, the workers chose not to start an argument over it, and anything else for that matter, with Sharpay.

"You know, I'm going to have to cut you off eventually."

Speaking of arguments. Her chestnut orbs glared into her waiter's eyes, Javier or something was his name. He was practically one of her many servants last summer. "You're probably going to be fired eventually too." She mumbled.

Javier took the empty glass and looked at her glossed over eyes. "I'm trying to help you out here and do what's best for you."

With a harsh glare, invisible daggers left her eyes to pierce his. "First of all, the number one rule for all staff is to make sure all members are pleased. Secondly, my father owns this place. You do whatever I want you to do." She choked, saying the word father brought his face from the afternoon back into her head. Trying to push it out, she shook her heavy head, letting her blond waves fall in front of her face. "Just top me up." With that, she pushed a folded bill in his direction and looked down to her phone.

She kept getting messages on her phone; mainly from both her parents and Ryan, a random one from Kelsi and a few from her other minions, or in correct terminology, her Sharpettes. Her eyes rolled into the back of her head at that term, wondering why and when she had ever used it. She hated it. She hated everything right now. Deciding not to even respond to anyone, she put her phone away, anticipating the arrival of her next drink to get the thought of her family out of her pounding head once again.

"Hey Princess."

Sharpay looked up, confused to see one of her classmates with her drink in their hand. "Personal delivery? What do you want Cross?" She spat, taking ahold of the drink and questioning the safety of it. For all she knew he probably threw roofalin in there or some other hard drug because she knew he had a stock pile of all that somewhere. It was yet to become a known fact that Jason Cross was a recognized drug dealer; only she and a few other people knew so, definitely not the basketball team or he'd be kicked out of there in a matter of seconds, let alone the school itself.

"Relax, it's clean."

She barely hesitated to take a gulp, though in her sober state it would've been a different story. At this point she didn't care, she didn't care about much. "What do you want?" She asked again, playing with the stem of the glass. "Shouldn't you be working or something?"

"I heard around that you were here, getting trashed in the utmost classiest of ways; in her daddy's country club."

She clenched her teeth together, forming a tick in her jaw, feeling heat raise from her neck. "You can leave now." She ordered.

"I'm actually here to make a business pitch." His brows bounced in amusement, though Sharpay didn't care about anything that was spilling from his mouth until she saw him pull out a little plastic baggie with a white powder inside. "You look a little down in the dumps, like you need a pick me up."

She stared at it with a perfectly waxed raised brow. She had barely gotten drunk and never done any form of drug, not even a tiny puff of marijuana. The phrase 'my body is a temple' were words she lived by but for some reason she couldn't say no. Her eyes were glued to the baggie and she had a great desire to take it from his hand. "How much do you want?"

He slipped it back in his pocket before looking around. "I thought we could make a little bargain. Let's take this outside." Jason said before standing up and offering his hand out to her to help her out of the booth.

A scoff escaped her pink lips at the offered hand and she pulled herself up to a standing position only to nearly fall onto him. Her legs felt like they weren't hers and the room was spinning. Her stomach churned and she breathed through her nose. "Get me out of here." She muttered with his arm around her waist, walking swiftly around to the back entrance where little eyes laid upon them and no questions were asked.

Somehow they had made it her car. Only a few hours ago, she thought it was beautiful and had fallen instantly in love with it. Now, she hated it. She saw lies in the sleek reflection of the white diamond tricoat finish. It made her sick to her stomach.

"So what do you think?" He held up the bag of cocaine.

"How much do you want for it?"

"Well," He moved in closed to her, backing her up against the car she so much as loathed. "I thought we could make a little compromise." His voice rang less than an inch away from her ear before he kissed her neck.

She held back a scoff in disgust and stayed completely still, not sure what he was doing. She felt his hands run along her slender frame and then up to where she felt him swiftly tuck the small plastic baggie under her bra strap and attacked her with his lips. His body was nearly two times larger then hers, toned, and held her down; she held no chance of escaping whatever his 'compromise' meant.

"Ok, Jason." She pushed his face away which didn't do anything. "Get off of me." Struggling, she pulled at his hair, trying little things that may hurt him and give her some distance from him.

"You like it rough, huh?" He growled into her ear, letting his lips glide along her neck and collarbone.

"I'm being serious!" Her voice hitched and she could feel hot tears fill her eyes, but she wasn't going to cry, because Sharpay Evans rarely ever cried because it showed weakness. All she did was close her eyes, holding back any form of waterworks.

"Jason!"

She heard a yell through her shut eyes and suddenly felt completely free.

"What the fuck are you doing?"

There he was, the Golden Boy; Troy Bolton. Perfect, unruly brown hair, glowing blue cerulean eyes, perfectly toned body. She scoffed at his sight before breathing heavily through her nose and shook her head, not believing that all of this was happening. Maybe it was just a bad dream that she'd wake up from in the morning and she'd be lying in her perfect bed, in her perfect house, with her perfect family. But this was reality.

Taken by her own thoughts, she sunk down to the gravel and leaned against the tire. She blocked out everything; whatever was going on with Troy and Jason only a few feet in front of her, she ignored it and the only thing she could do was cry. She couldn't hear anything but her thoughts, couldn't feel anything but her tears. Warm, salty tears were streaming down her tanned complexion and her fuzzy gaze stayed lowered, mixed with emotions. There were too many emotions going on but one conquered all; anger. Standing up, she dug in her purse for her keys and unlocked the door, slamming it shut as soon as she felt the seat underneath her, gripping the steering wheel.

"Sharpay!" Troy called, realizing what was going on. After getting rid of Jason, threatening him with his placement on the basketball team on the line, which was the only thing Jason had, Troy turned his focus onto Sharpay. Opening the door to her car, she took hold of both her arms, away from the gear shift and steering wheel. "Get out of the car. You're drunk. Don't do this to your car and don't do this to yourself."

She felt her body literally being pulled out and she stood directly in front of Troy and the first time in a long time, she actually made eye contact with him, and it was the furthest thing from a glare. Her head shook and she wiped the remaining tears on her cheeks. "I don't know what's going on."

"Come on," He said hesitantly, not even sure what was going on himself with the whole situation in the last two minutes. "I just finished my shift, I can take you home. We can pick up your car tomorrow." The Golden Boy said to her. He had never seen the girl so vulnerable and hurt, so naturally to a girl that hated almost everyone in the school on put on possibly the biggest front in being an 'Ice Queen', he didn't know how to respond.