Revenge Chapter 2

A/N – I looked at the summary and realized it said, "troypaytroyella?" like I'm asking you… I'm not. I am telling you that the story is gonna go from a troypay to a troyella and then it will either end troyella or troypay. I have already made up my mind as to how it will end. This is not a vote, just a way to get you interested. Sorry paradise-maker786, I'm not telling if it is troypay or troyella and since I've already got a plot in my head it may not end troypay. It may be a troyella. Warning – it will end as my fav. pairing. But, you don't know what that is… I've never written a HSM fic before.

Sharpay had been thinking for hours. She needed to get Gabriella out. The only question was how. And now, she had thought of the perfect plan. Gabriella was about to have the biggest panic attack ever! It was the most brilliant plan Sharpay had ever thought of. No one would pin it to Sharpay because it would just look like Gabriella tried to do too much at once. Gabriella would go back to hanging with the brainiacs, and Sharpay would back where she belonged. And all Sharpay had to do was make Gabriela really feel the pressure of being president of the Scholastic Decathlon Team and the lead in the musical. It was almost too easy. And Sharpay could pull it off. Because she was Sharpay Evans. And Sharpay would never lose again.

Sharpay had thought out her little scheme. First, since she was president of the Drama Club, she would use her presidency to impose longer rehearsal hours on everyone in the musical. This little devious move would force Gabriella to work longer on the musical (as a lead, there were few scenes without her to rehearse – she'd have no time for homework or studying for decathlon team). This first step would be easy – the closer it was to their debut, the longer the practice would get anyway. And of course, Ms. Darbus would want the practice to be longer. With Sharpay's constant suggestions, the group hadn't been getting as far as they'd hoped. Her second step was to claim almost every note Gabriella sang was off-key. Then she could complain to Kelsi. Any break Gabriella got from the stage would be spent working on notes she was flat or sharp on. But these steps only dealt with after – school. She would have to come up with a few new plots to get Gabriella in way over her head. She smirked. If she performed the first two steps tomorrow (pretend it's Monday!), Gabriella would probably start to feel the pressure by Wednesday. And both those steps would be too easy.

A/n – okay, so that was a short little filler chap. I'll have more time soon, (I hope) to write this story. If you made it this far, you wanna drop me a review, so I know there are actual people reading this? Thanks

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