High School is Not a Disney Movie
A High School Musical Fanfiction
Chapter 2: Sharpay's Night
Ryan wobbled weakly into Sharpay's room, hugging tightly to his wastepaper basket. He looked even more pale than his norm.
"I can't believe you're going without me", he pouted and then, sank down onto his sister's bed.
Sharpay sat at her makeup table, applying the final touches to her face. She wore a black lace hanky skirt with a straight black miniskirt liner under it and a gauzy pink lace vest, cut low to show her cleavage. She looked over at him with an patronizing smile.
"I didn't tell you to get sick, Ry. And besides, I'm not missing the party of the year just because you've got an upset tummy." She poked out her bottom lip at him with what he thought was a sad look, but then, she turned back to the mirror and finished applying her lip gloss.
"You wouldn't have even gotten an invitation if it wasn't for me. I'm the one who made friends with them this summer. I'm the one who broke into the jock club by playing baseball with them."
"Too bad, so sad." She puckered her lips together and examined her face critically. "Perfect." She blew Ryan's reflection a kiss in the mirror and stood up to face him. "Don't wait up, Ry. I have a feeling this is going to be a night to remember and...", she looked at him pointedly, "don't throw up in my room. Go back to your own first."
She spun on her four-inch sparkley pink Louboutin pumps, which perfectly matched her sparkley pink fingernails, and left the room. Ryan clamped a hand over his mouth and ran out into the hallway, trying disparately to make it to his own room in time.
Troy and Chad stood out on the back deck of Troy's house. Half the guys and a couple of the cheerleaders were playing basketball on the Bolton's full court, a nod to Coach Bolton's basketball obsession.
"They look good, don't they?", Chad asked, indicating to their friends on the court.
"Yeah, I think we'll have a great season this year."
"What? Not the guys, you pussy. I'm talkin' 'bout the cheerleaders. Tina and Rachael are hot." Chad took a swig of his beer and raised his eyebrows in a lascivious manner.
"What about Taylor?"
"She ain't here right now and neither is Gabriella. 'Sides, there's nothing wrong with lookin'."
"There you two are", Taylor said as she lead another girl out of the house and toward them. Chad turned his back on the cheerleaders and faced his girlfriend. It was obvious that she had overheard him, so it appeared she was going to let it slide, for now.
"Look who I found." Her voice sounded pleasant, but the expression on her face told a different story. She obviously didn't want this girl here.
"Happy birthday, Troy." Sharpay stepped up and held a beautifully wrapped present out to him. It had a huge dark blue bow centered on the package which was wrapped in silver paper, obviously professionally done.
"Oh, um, thanks, Sharpay", Troy told her. "But you didn't have to bring anything."
"God, Sharpay", Chad groaned. "This isn't a middle school party and don't be expecting gift bags when you leave. Troy, here, is 18 -- legally, he's a man, now. Right, Troy?"
"Umm, yeah. That's right."
Unperturbed by Chad's ribbing, Sharpay encouraged, "Go ahead, Troy. Open it." Her whiskey colored eyes lit up with delight.
Troy tore into the packaging and pulled open the box underneath. His eyes lit up when he opened it.
"Oh wow. It's..."
"Yep", Sharpay finished for him. "It's the same brand you wore when you were the golf pro at Lava Springs. I know how you loved those shoes." He still had his job there, but he only waited tables on the weekends now. The golf job was long gone, as were the shoes.
"Yeah, I think he actually cried when he had to give those back", Chad added, unsolicited.
Ignoring Chad, Troy said sincerely, "It was really nice of you, Sharpay. Thanks."
"My pleasure", she licked her lips and smiled back at him.
Chad noticed the exchange between the two and instantly came up with a great plan for Troy's surprise birthday present.
"Come on, Chad", Taylor urged while pushing him back into the house. "Let's dance."
Two hours later, Sharpay was bored stiff. She alone sat in an isolated corner of the living room, sipping on her Diet Coke. Maybe it wasn't such a good idea to come here without Ryan. These weren't her friends. And even with Gabriella gone, she'd hardly had a chance to talk to Troy since she gave him his present. A smile crept onto her face when she remembered how Fulton had trembled in fear when she ordered him to find Troy the exact same style and size as he wore during the summer. But he came through. Fulton always did. Sometimes fear was a very good thing.
She was a little surprised when she looked down and saw two very large feet standing in front of her. She looked slowly and expectantly up, hoping to see Troy on the other end of those feet. Sharpay tried not to let the disappointment show when she realized it was Zeke Baylor, her short-lived boyfriend. Boyfriend was actually pushing it. They dated twice and once she discovered that she had gained two pounds from all the cookies he fed her, she dumped him before it went any further.
"Hey, Sharpay. How you doing?"
"Fine", and then she amended, "A little bored actually."
"Ah, then I've got just the thing", Zeke told her.
That's when she noticed that he had both hands hidden behind his back.
Eying him suspiciously, Sharpay said, "That better not be a cookie behind your back, Zeke Baylor."
"Oh no, I learned my lesson on that one."
He showed his hands to reveal two yellow Solo cups. She arched an eyebrow at that.
"I'm not drinking that. You think I'm stupid or something? Hey, I used to watch Veronica Mars, you know?"
"You wound me, Sharpay", Zeke said with a look of mock horror on his face. "Here, I'll drink out of both of them."
He did and then he continued to drink, seeming to have forgotten that she was there.
"Hello?", she finally asked, impatiently, "Wasn't one of those mine?"
He started to hand one of the cups over to her, but she held up her hand to stop him.
"Like I'm supposed to drink after you?"
Zeke shrugged, "Suit yourself."
"Hey! Let's dance", she suggested after a few minutes of awkwardly watching Zeke drink first out of one, then the other, cup.
This was better. They had danced to three songs and even created enough interest to lure a few other people out into the make-shift dance floor, otherwise known as the Bolton's living room.
Thirty minutes later, they giggled their way into the kitchen, out of breath and breathing hard. Zeke poured them two more drinks from the punch bowl on the kitchen island.
"Do you trust me now?", he asked wryly.
"Sure." She was really thirsty and Zeke seemed okay after finishing off the other two drinks. Sharpay took a huge gulp out of hers and her eyes bulged out in surprise, but she managed to get it swallowed amid much coughing and throat burning.
When she could finally talk again, she managed to rasp out, "What's in this?"
"Good, ain't it? It's margarita punch -- something Chad came up with."
"It's got alcohol in it?"
"Fuck, yeah" and then he immediately clamped his hand over his mouth, embarrassed that he had cursed in front of her. "Oops, sorry 'bout that." And then, "Hey, you're not like Gabriella, are you? I mean her not bein' here is one of the reasons we got the alcohol."
That took Sharpay by surprise. She wasn't against drinking for any kind of moral reasons; it's just that alcohol had way too many empty calories for her. But to be compared to Gabriella...
She took another sip of her drink for fortification. "Nope, I don't have a problem with this."
Therefore, twenty minutes later, when Chad suggested they all play a game of strip poker, Sharpay thought that sounded like a fine idea.
Vivian Evans groaned from being awaken from her sleep, looking over at the dimly lit digital clock and seeing the steady red glow of 3:17. She tried to determine what had awaken her when she realized it must have been the sound of a car coming up her driveway.
"Vance...", she whispered to her husband as she nudged him not so gently. "I think I heard Sharpay's car. Get up and go down with me."
"Hmmm?"
"Come on, there's strength in numbers and I've never been good at disciplining her." Then, she nudged him again. "Get! Up!"
When Vivian walked out on her front portico, she was confused at first when she didn't see Sharpay's pink Mustang. She was sure she had heard a car. Then, she spied a dark form at the end of the driveway, near the street, and started to walk slowly towards it.
Half-way down the long drive, she turned back towards the house and called out to her husband, "Oh my God, Vance! Get out here now! I've found Sharpay!"
When Vivian reached her daughter, Sharpay was lying unmoving on the dark asphalt pavement.
"Sharpay?", the older woman called frantically.
Sharpay lifted two heavy lids and bleared back at the mother in the moonlight.
"Mom?", she slurred as she came awake. "What are you doin' here?"
"You're at home, Sharpay." Then, drawing a little closer, the older blonde got a whiff of her daughter's breath. "You're drunk! And how did you get here? Where's your car?" When there was no forthcoming answer she said, "Come on, let's get you into the house."
Just then, Vance arrived and looked down in disdain at his only daughter. "Sharpay", he barked, "What the hell is going on? The neighbors could see you. Get up!" He reached down and roughly grabbed her by the arm, jerking her to her feet.
It was way too much movement for a barely conscious drunken teenager and Sharpay clutched her stomach as she heaved its contents all over herself and her father.
"Damn", Vance moaned as the acid smell of the vomit hit his nostrils. There had already been enough throwing up in this house for one day.
"Come on, baby", her mother said, gingerly taking her by the elbow and guiding her towards the house. "Let's get you cleaned up."
"Oh, what a shame, Sharpay. Your brand new Louboutin's are ruined."
Vivian Evans was holding onto the now putrescent shoes by two fingers as she sadly dumped them into the trashcan. Sharpay slumped down on the toilet lid watching her mother wearily. How had she gotten home? She wasn't sure.
The last thing she remembered was ...
"Up you go, Sharpay. Let's get those clothes off, but I'm afraid they're not salvageable either."
She pulled the girl up to a shaky standing position and unbuttoned her vest for her.
"Hmmm, you didn't wear a bra tonight", her mother muttered in mild scorn. "You know I don't approve of that."
"Wha...?"
No, the last thing she remembered, she was ...
Vivian pulled the skirt down to Sharpay's ankles and gasped. "Sharpay?", she asked in a low voice, laced with trepidation. "Where are your panties?"
... in a bed ...
"My panties?", she asked in genuine confusion.
... with Troy Bolton. Oh my God.
And then, her mother saw the tell-tell signs of something else, something far more serious than drinking too much and misplacing your undergarments. On the insides of Sharpay's thighs were flaky, iridescent remains of male ejaculate.
"Sharpay, baby? What have you done?"
"Done?", she echoed numbly.
"Sharpay, look at me. You've had sex. The smell of it is still on you. Now, tell me what happened."
"I-I don't know. I'm not completely sure. It's all sort of fuzzy, Mom. We were playing strip poker and drinking, ... a lot, and then, I woke up in a bed and...", Sharpay hesitated here, feeling that she shouldn't reveal too much, plus she truly couldn't remember very much. "I'm not sure what happened after that."
Her mother stood up slowly and with a worried look on her face left the room.
She was still confused by what had happened. It was all so bleary. Troy and others... Chad was there; she was almost sure and drunken laughter, then...
Sharpay stepped slowly into the shower, looking forward to washing off all of the remnants of the evening. She closed the clear shower door and reached over to turn on the water when the bathroom door bammed open and her father stormed into the small room, trailed closely by her mother.
"Dad!", Sharpay exclaimed as she grabbed for a towel. "What's going on?"
"Get out of the shower, Sharpay. We're taking you to the hospital."
"The hospital? But I'm feeling better. I just really need a shower."
"No, Sharpay", her father said firmly. "Your mother told me what she found. You were raped Sharpay and someone's going to pay for this."
"Hello, Sharpay. I'm Maggie and I'm a certified SANE, that's an acronym for Sexual Assault Nurse Examiner."
An attractive woman in her mid-thirties stood by Sharpay's hospital bed. Thankfully, the emergency room personnel had placed her in a private examination room instead of one of the more public curtained off areas. And more thankfully, her parents were waiting outside. After Vance Evans' loud tirade at the admissions desk over forcing his only daughter to wait since she had been raped, Sharpay wasn't sure she'd ever be able to walk through that room again.
Sharpay immediately picked up on one word, assault and in a small voice she tried to explain to the nurse. "I'm not really sure that I was assaulted."
"I see", she said, not unkindly. "So you had consensual sex with your ... boyfriend?" It wouldn't be the first time a teenage girl's parents had forced an assault charge because they didn't want to believe daddy's little girl would commit such a grown-up act.
"I don't have a boyfriend and I ... I'm sorry, but I don't really remember very much about what happened. I ... um ... was drunk."
Maggie took a deep breath. "Look Sharpay, there's a reason I prefer to do these exams and interviews without the parents around. You can talk to me. Anything you say will stay in this room."
The nurse stopped for a moment to let what she said register in Sharpay's hung over mind.
"So what can you tell me about what happened tonight?"
"I-I don't know", Sharpay choked out tearfully. "We were playing strip poker and drinking and then, I was in a bed." She licked her lips nervously and then quickly lied, "I don't know whose."
What an odd way to phrase that, thought Maggie. "And then, what happened?"
Sharpay realized she needed to be very careful about what she said and how she said it. She didn't want to get Troy in trouble.
"There ... was a boy there, but it was very dark. I couldn't see him." That's all completely true, such as it was. Again, she licked her lips. "Then, we ... kissed and ... and that's when it's gets fuzzy. I don't really remember much more than that until my mom found me in my driveway."
"In your driveway? You mean, someone dumped you out in the middle of the night." The beginnings of anger coated the nurse's words.
"I suppose."
Maggie took a deep breath. "Okay Sharpay, I'm going to do a head-to-toe examination of you to look for any trauma. Just so you know, it will include internal swabs to gather any forensic evidence, in case there's any future prosecution." Sharpay had a pained expression on her face. "I'm also going to draw blood to test for HIV and other STDs. And I have another question for you, dear. Are you on any sort of birth control -- pills, the patch, shots, anything?"
She was still thinking about the HIV and STD tests and the nurse's question caught her off guard, so she answered automatically.
"Oh no, I don't use anything...", then she paled dramatically. "I mean ... I ..." She hadn't sleep with anyone since Javier, the lifeguard from Lava Springs, and he almost used a condom. And anyway, that was last summer. Oh, God.
"It's okay, Sharpay. That's what Plan B is for."
"Plan B?
"Yes, Plan B, also known as the morning after pill. Now, I'll need you to take one pill now and the second one, twelve hours later. Do you understand?"
Oh God, did she ever. She'd somehow had unprotected sex with Troy Bolton and now she had to make sure that she didn't get pregnant.
"Could ... could you please go get my mom? I-I need her right now."
The nurse reached over and patted her hand. "I'll get her and don't worry. It's going to okay, honey."
TBC
A/N: Hey, somebody pointed out that this plot sounded just like Unlove You. Well, if you've gotten this far, you have to realize that it's not. I didn't think the 1st chapter was like that either, but anyway. I was trying to sound really gritty in the 1st chapter. It was Troy's first time. He doesn't know what's he's doing, so he comes in about 3 strokes (sorry for the crudism) and she passes out before it's even over. I don't know about you people, but it takes a little practice to get good at this. Oh and that 1st chapter was purposely crude because it was from Troy's POV, ie, using words like dick and fuck and faggot, etc. I was trying to sound like a real teenage boy, not a Disney character.
I'm stopping now because this author's note is getting as long as the chapter.
Peace out. And let me know what you think, even if you don't like it.
