(A/N: I'm changing the character POV on every chapter. You'll have figure out who's POV it is. If you don't know, I'll write the name at the end of each chapter)
I saw Sharpay and Troy enter. For a minute, I felt sorry for Troy, but I had to keep my composure. Sharpay went over vocal exercises with him, which he did not follow on point and then she yelled to Ms. Darbus, "He's here!" I have a feeling Ms. Darbus and Sharpay have some sort of connection for in the school, they are both symbols of music, drama and just too much of everything.
Troy walked onstage and stood by me. "What are we doing?" he asked. I corrected him, "Actually, it's just you and Sharpay." He said, "Oh...oka...ay." I could tell he was not okay about this surprising setup. Then Gabriella walked in. I smiled and waved and she waved back. "Hey, Troy, Chad told me I could find you in here." she called. "RYAN!" Sharpay's shrill voice filled the theatre.
I turned on my heel. I muttered a few words under my breath while approaching Sharpay. "What do you want!?" I asked. She had done this routine of yelling my name right behind me all day, so yes I had the right to be mad. "Cut it with the attitude." she replied, "I need you to clean out that extra dressing room. It's going to be for me and I hate the old room. Also, I must say, you're chosen attire is definitely an eyesore. You must get new clothes..." She went on and on as I totally droned her out, starting to walk away.
"Hey! RYAN! I called your name. Ugh, you are so...so rude." she announced. I spun on my heels. I was done hearing Miss Daddy's-Little-Princess's big mouth!
"Hey, Sharpay! Newsflash, you're not all that. If I could count every time I wanted to leave you hanging, I would be trying to count the stars! I am so sick of your drama. You little drama queen. You're a witch and you know it. Whenever you call me, it's 'Ryan, do this. Ryan, do that.' Well this time, it's 'Ryan, bye-bye, see you later.', because I'm done being your puppet! For the last five days, all you've done is paint your nails and expect me to do your facial mask, in which I purposely used the ones that give you pimples for a reason. You treat me like your slave!" I shouted. Gabriella, Troy and Ms. darbus got quiet.
"Stop, Ryan, you're embarrassing me!" Sharpay hissed. "Stop? Stop? Oh, where was the stop when you embarrassed me in front of a whole audience of people during a performance of which you messed up and said it was my choreography! Or where was that stop when you made me massage your feet...ugh...in a public resort last week. Or those stupid embarrassing annoying changes to every song that Kelsi ever writes!" I hissed at first but my voice getting louder with every word. Sharpay blinked twice, "You're joking, right?" I bit my lip to keep from screaming, which of course did not work.
"What the heck is wrong with you!?" I shouted. Although this was a very dramatic argument which would later leave Sharpay in tears, I did not care.
Let me say that again: I. DID. NOT. CARE. IF. SHE. WAS. IN. TEARS, (DRAMATICALLY). When we got home, I do not care if I embarrassed her annoying flipped and twisted evil being in front of Ms. Darbus, Gabriella and Troy. Then Sharpay slapped me.
"What the...you know what? I'm done with this, seriously. You win, I'll tell mom, she'll take care of it, you lose, I don't care. Dad was already ACTING WEIRD this morning so just...just don't. Okay? I've had enough." I snarled, shoving her back. I ripped up the theatre plans and then started to storm off.
Sharpay called, angrily, "Maybe that why Kelsi broke up with you...you and your emotional outbursts!" I stopped. I swallowed. Kelsi and I had just broken up the other day. I couldn't stand Sharpay.
"I HATE YOU!" I yelled. I ran out the theatre at maximum speed. I ran so fast I knocked down Troy and Ms. Darbus. I made papers fly into the air and lockers shut and people moved to the side. "Who is that!?" someone cried out. I ran into the men's room.
I wasn't even tired out from all that running. I looked in the mirror. My face wasn't even red. That's odd. I don't even run. I felt something scratchy on my back and in attempt to get it off I took off my shirt. I got up and went to the mirror and turned so I could see my back. There were two tattoos, I'm guessing, on my back. There were small and the shape of wings. As in angel wings. How could those get on my back? I blinked twice then tried to wash it off. It was permanent.
I slipped my shirt back on and put back on my hat. The bell rang. I had to hurry to get to my next class. Running would do me good.
(A/N: This was Ryan's POV)