So What If I Do? Chapter 2: Fabulous, a high school musical fanfic

Chapter One: Fabulous

Sharpay, RyanThe girlsRyan and the girlsRyan and Sharpay

It's out with the old
And in with the new
Goodbye clouds of grey

Hello skies of blue

Sharpay's POV

I was now getting extremely jealous, it looked like Elaine and Gabriella was getting all the attention, Elaine for her newest single, 'Can You Feel The Love Tonight?' and Gabriella for her new sassy bob like Rihanna's. Everyone made a fuss out of Gabriella, with her whole new attitude, and it's like, 'Good Girl Gone Bad' again, oh, it was all Gabriella's idea, even though I told her she'd look great like that. Elaine had the single, but I pushed her into it. I remembered that day very clearly, though Elaine certainly didn't remember our talk.

Flashback

"Ella," I said, having put all our differences behind us, "you know, you should remake 'Can You Feel The Love Tonight?' It would make a great dedication to Gabriella and Troy's relationship!" Elaine looked uncertain, I knew that she normally doesn't trust me. I shouldn't trust her either, but I'm trying to be a better person, you know? If Gabriella could be nice to me, why not me be nice to others?

Elaine told me, "Sharpay, I'm not really all that into remixes." I was disappointed, nonetheless, but I still wondered, What is it about her and remixes? She'll do them for her song, but not for the classics. I snapped back, and put on a real smile for her.

"Ella, you'd be great, and don't worry, if it's horrible, it'll be my fault. Just give credit where credit is due, ok? Tootles," I said nicely. Four days past and now, Elaine had the single 'Can You Feel The Love Tonight?' and nothing was credit towards me! I turned on the interview, her snobby face was all smiling, as the interviewer asked her what made her change her mind about remixes.

"Oh, well, it was my idea, Troy and Gabriella have this perfect relationship in which it's like, you can feel it in the air," she said, lying through her teeth, and my mouth dropped. Even Ryan was confused because he was there at her interview.

"But didn't Sharpay recommend it? Ella, are," he was cut off by his so-called innocent girlfriend, who seemed to enjoy the spotlight too much. Zeke was looking on the sidelines twice as confused, I couldn't blame him, his little sister so wasn't this big scandalous girl! Ugh, I hate her!

End Flashback

"UGH," I screeched as I tossed a pillow towards my pink wall, waking my little tea up, barking confused. And why shouldn't she be? Just five days ago I was best friends with Elaine, and now, UGH, I can't stand the backstabbing twit!

Ryan poked his head in and asked, "Sis, I know Ella back stabbed you, but you have to remember, in the public eye, she never forgave you. Her fans think she's still against you for that stunt you pulled and now her public manager is trying to mop up the mess you girls left." I sighed, he was right, her fans never fully forgave me, they believe some publicized story that ISN'T true.

See this story goes that I crashed into them because I was mad at Gabriella for taking Troy (so not, but whatever, that was how the story went), forgetting it was Elaine's car. The other thing was, I supposedly also knew she was anorexic (WHAT? No one told me that! whatever, let's just move on with it), so I knew that the impact would affect her worst.

I also apparently knew that Gabriella was spiraling into a depression (she wasn't, she was just being over dramatic about everything, with a decrease in appetite due to lying all the time, I used to have the same problem, now it's easy), and knew she would get knocked into a coma (she never was in a coma, just was coughing up blood due to internal bleeding and crushed bones), and that Taylor would go insane.

Taylor never went insane, she was in a coma, not to mention coughing up blood periodically. However, I was forgiven and accepted when I finally swept the slate clean. Why did she go and lie, instead of giving me the credit? A couple of tears leaked out, just what I didn't want. I wondered, will she tell the truth, that I gave her a way to rebel against the squeaky clean image she has?

A dip in the pool
A trip to the spa
The whole world according to moi
Excuse me?
Thank you

Ice tea imported from England
Lifegaurds imported from Spain
Towels imported from Turkey
And turkey imported from Maine

Elaine's POV

I feel so bad about lying to the press about how I came up with the idea for a remix, but not bad enough to tell the truth. I was kind of mad that she over dramatized the story, and also, my fans thought that I was still mad at her because I forgot to mop that up. Why was I a sudden bitch? Gabriella looked at me and said, "You know, Sharpay's really mad at you. The one promise that she needed kept wasn't kept. You did the same thing she did to you."

I knew Gabriella was right, I just didn't want to believe it, after all, my image was a sweet, kind, fucked up, distorted image of me, not the true, wild, party-girl, cut-loose, and laid back girl I am. Seriously, I have sex with Ryan like, every other night. Gabriella had gotten drunk once, I remember it because I heard Gabriella and Troy doing IT like no tomorrow. It was kind of disturbing actually, and I'm scarred for life.

Flashback

I had dragged Gabriella to the party club scene, by letting her know, "They won't think it's us. They have this fucked up image of us where we're these sweet, innocent, never-will-touch-a-drop-of-alcohol kind of girls, so them bitches wouldn't think the girls that look like us are us!" Gabriella wasn't sure, but I wasn't going to take no for an answer.

Gabriella was confused at the club, and Troy offered her a spiked drink, not realizing his drink or her drink was spiked, it was actually me and Sharpay, Sharpay loved going to clubs and was shooting down tequila and Irish rum like no tomorrow. Sharpay actually left the club with some guy, but, as it turns out, dumped him out on the streets when she found out he wasn't Zeke, which took only five minutes.

I looked at Troy and Gabriella, Gabriella was dancing dangerously close to Troy, but I brushed it aside, hey, she was too smart to do anything, right? Ryan came, and said in his sweet way, "Ella, you know, we could be dancing like that." Ah, the time to tease him, which meant I was paying no attention to Troy and Gabriella anymore as I turned to face him.

"Oh really? Then what'cha waitin' for? Let's get to it, and show the club how we do it," I said, slowly and seductively, having become a master at it, until we whipped around to see Troy and Gabriella doing something really stupid. No, worse than stupid, something that if Gabriella or Troy was noticed was sure to ruin the reputation. She was stripping in front of the whole club, giving Troy a lap dance, who was looking, um, how should I say, excited, if ya catch my drift?

I gulped, it was actually my fault, because I was the one who spiked her drink, but when she was noticed and had pictures taken of her, I moped everything up by accusing Sharpay of it. I usually only go for dancing was what I said, even though the truth was during that night I had three martinis, two glasses of champagne, and a Bloody Mary, meaning I was drunk as hell when I got home, but remembered everything clearly.

End Flashback

My cheeks got hot, how could I have been so stupid to let Gabriella get drunk? Ok, off topic, but I needed a glass of Long Island Tea, so I pressed the intercom, my long black nails just seemed so out of place now. My image, well, it needed a change, but how people would react to the short, darker red hair and black nails, darker makeup, who knew?

We're gonna relax and renew

You... go... do

The thing was, I had no idea what was coming to me, if I did, how would I avoid the scandals? They are impossible to dodge, my story had to be the most scandalous of all stories. And why was I so stupid when handling Sharpay Evans?

Flashback

I was live on MTV, performing a song called 'Start All Over', just because I loved the song. I got up on stage and smiled and said, "Everyone, it's just been such a long road, and why make it longer? Just remember, you can look, but don't touch!" I started the song.

I have to wonder if this wave's too big to ride
Commit or not commit is such a crazy tide
It's sonner than I though but you called me out
I lost control and there's not doubt, I'm gonna start all over!

Out of the fire and into the fire again
You make me want to forget and start all over
Here I come straight out of my mind or worse
Another chance to get burned and start all over again
I'm gonna start all over

Fantastic and romantic, all a big suprise
You've got the warning hesitation pushed aside
It's sooner than I want but you caught my heart
I guess I'm ready to start, I'm gonna start all over!

It's so easy, you disrupt me, can't complain
It's so easy, you disrupt me, can't complain
It's so easy, you disrupt me, can't complain
It's so easy, you disrupt me
I gonna start all over, start all over!

Out of the fire and into the fire again
You make me want to forget and start all over
Here I come straight out of my mind or worse
Another chance to get burned and start all over again

(I want) Fabulous
That is my simple request
All things fabulous
Bigger and better and best
I need something inspiring
To help me get along
I need a little fabulous
Is that so wrong?

During the song, I couldn't help but notice Sharpay looking, well, jealous. But why?

When I talked to her about her band name choices, she told me that Sharpay and the Sharpettes was the choice she had. I then got indignant, saying, in a whisper-yell, "SHARPAY AND THE SHARPETTES? What was your second choice? Moi, Myself, and I?" That kind of made Sharpay upset, because she ran out, crying. I then felt bad, why did I become a sudden bitch?

end flashback

Gabriella's POV

Elaine just seemed to zone out, so I wondered, what was it about Elaine that made her get her hair cut? She said that she simply need a change, but I highly doubt that, since Sharpay often gives her advice. Elaine had such a clean image, like I did, but no one knows the scandals going on in our own lives, such as the fact that I'm lying about being back to the 'shy' roots. It's just that, well, everyone wants to see the shy me.

We all wanted fabulous, but we seemed to be pushing away everything we knew. I was even pushing away the real me, why? And why was Elaine being such a bitch? I remember when I first talked to Elaine and she was drunk as hell.

flashback

I went up to Elaine, saying, "Great party, Ella!" She didn't seem to notice me, but responded by swinging down more of her drink. I looked at it in shock, that wasn't just anything! It was a glass of whiskey, or a shot glass of whiskey, but everytime she finished it, she got more, and was seriously drunk as I could tell. "Ella, since when do you drink?," I asked in shock.

Elaine gave a hiccup and said, "What do you mean, since when do I drink? It's a party, everyone here's drinkin'." She didn't actually say it, more like slurred her words out, Ryan was looking a little worried. Elaine obviously hadn't drunk this much before, but has drunk before, since there was around sixteen shots tallied that she drunk, there's no way a newbie at drinking would have been able to have that much.

Ryan then asked for a lite beer, apparently needing something to calm his nerves. I said, a little worried, "Well, I'm not drinking. Why do you have to drink?" Elaine gave another hiccup and Ashley walked over here, real tipsy from what I can tell, and in no condition to drive.

"I (hic) think I'm (hic) ready (hic) to (hic) go (hic) home," said Ashley, and I looked at her in shock and Ashley gave a small chuckle that turned into a hicup. "Don't worried (hic), I called (hic) a cab. No one (hic) here (hic), except you, is (hic) any condition (hic) to drive (hic)," said Ashley. I gave a breath of relief.

Elaine slurred out, "Ok, Ashley. Oh, has you seen Amber?" She has to be drunk, I thought, Ella never uses poor grammar skills when not drunk. Elaine looked at me, and slurred, "Why don't you ever has fun? It don't take much." I walked off, she was too drunk to even notice what she was saying.

end flashback

I had never been scared of Elaine before. Never.

Fetch me my Jimmy Choo flip flops
Where is my pink Prada Tote?
I need my Tiffany hair band
Then I can go for a float

A summer like never before

I want more

She changed, was the only conclusion I could draw from everything.

Ashley's POV

What was I doing, going on FUZE, since, just last night, I was out partying. I could totally wreck Elaine's reputation in just one spin, because I knew this would change everything if I mention that party that we were at last night, the one I remember in small parts

flashback

We were at a club, just moments before I got super drunk with Elaine, Vanessa, Hilary, Sharpay, Taylor, Gabriella, and Kelsi. I said the last thing I would say without slurring, "I'm going to the bar, maybe even get my groove on."

At the bar, this hot guy bought me a Mexican Martini, saying slyly, "Your way to pretty to drink anything else." Of course, I knew what was in it, I just thought, What the hell? I could use it, anyway. I sipped it, and didn't feel the effects right away. Elaine sat down at the bar, ordering a shot of whiskey.

Elaine loved whiskey, she hated those fruity drinks, but no one noticed her because of her bold cut, so he didn't even talk to her about how hot he thought she was. Elaine said, "Ash, what's up?" I looked at her, of course I forget that there was also the side effect of lack of judgement.

"Go away. I'm kind of in the middle of something," I said, slurring on 'Go away', from what I recalled. His eyebrows went up, but Elaine shrugged and took her whiskey with her. "Sorry 'bout that. My best friend just is very talkative," I said, sort of slurring, since I just took another sip, and my memory started fuzzing here. I don't remember what he said, but the next thing I remember was being on the dance floor, grinding him to Baby G's song, 'Let's Dance'.

He was smirking, and I then slurred out, "Let's go somewhere more quiet." I noticed Elaine's record had gone up to fifteen shots in one night. I had remembered how much drinks I had, two of those Mexican Martinis, one shot of rum, a Pina Colada, and two glasses of hard liquor. I was beyond drunk, drunk was when I had that shot of rum.

He answered, but I don't remember what it was. The next thing was that I was making out with him, in only my lacy pink underwear I was wearing to the club. I remember him slurring out his name, "My name is Lucas, for reference." I didn't care anymore, and everything faded blank.

The only thing I remember was waking up with a massive hangover to an annoying alarm clock, which I threw, and got out of bed, noticing I wasn't wearing a bra. "Shit," I said, hurrying to get dressed for the interview.

End Flashback

As you can see, I could totally ruin her rep if I accidentally slip out we where at a club last night, she had fifteen shots of whiskey (that's how much was tallied up, if you look back), and she parties every other night. I was super nervous about this. I knew I will mess up, I just now it.

(I want) Fabulous
That is my simple request
All things fabulous
Bigger and better and best
I need something inspiring
To help me get along
I need a little fabulous
Is that so wrong?

She wants fabulous
That is her simple request
All things fabulous
Bigger and better and best
She needs somthing inspiring
To help her get along
She needs a little fabulous
Is that so wrong?

I gulped, this is going to be a disaster, I could tell.

Taylor's POV

God, this seemed so weird, what if they found out about this, they didn't know I was starting my own album as well. I was talking with my producer, who wanted me to remake Elaine's song, 'East Northumberland High', they've already gotten permission for it to be done. I gulped, this would be hard, what if she found out? She said, "Just wing it." I sighed, and started it.

My problem isn't that I miss you
'Cause I don't
My problem isn't that I kissed you
I figured out
That you're nothing that I thought you're about
You're just caught in a place
That time will soon erase from my heart

Whoa, whoa, whoa

You're my type of guy, I guess
If I was stuck in East Northumberland High
For the rest of my life
But people change
Thank God I did
Just because I wanted you then
Doesn't mean I want you now
Just because I wanted you then
Doesn't mean I want you

You're problem's not for lack of trying
Cause you do
Just when you best you're lyin'
Now you're here
Saying things you think I wanted to hear
But you've got it all wrong
I've already moved on, my dear

Whoa, whoa, whoa

When you're standing near me
I don't see so clearly
But when I take two steps away
It sheds some light on my day
Yeah, you can't go back
It's all in the past
Guess you got a laugh at it

Whoa, whoa, whoa

Doesn't mean I want you now, YEAH!

Fabulous pool
Fabulous splash
Fabulous parties
Even fabulous trash

Fabulous fashion
Fabulous bling
She's got to have
Fabulous everything

Nothing to discuss
Everything has got to be perfect for...

ME!

I finished the first track, and felt a little queasy, but brushed it off, Chad and I where going to do a duet meant for us. This was written by Kelsi, but for some reason, made me think that Sharpay had some part in writing it. Then again, Kelsi was really good.

Sharpay's POV

I was seeing red, now that Elaine even took a song I wrote and sung it, claiming all of the credit, well not all of it, but she didn't write any of it, "As I Am" was a song I wrote as a dedication towards Zeke. But there she was, on VH1, saying, "Oh, here's a new song from my album I wrote, with a friend's help. It's called 'As I Am'." I was looking at the screen in shock.

She didn't even look good in that outfit she was wearing! Whatever, she sang it nicely, but I was still mad that she stole the credit. Why would Elaine do something like this? She's never been this way before. "I can't believe her," I mumbled to myself while the buzzer rang. I quickly put on something that said FABULOUS, and answered the door, in case it was the paparazzi, but turned out to be Elaine.

"Oh, it's you. What does Miss Hotshot, Oh-look-at-me-I've-got-everything-and-have-a-new-haircut, want?" Elaine looked at me in an apologetic way, and I was drumming my fingers waiting, while Elaine played with a strand of her hair.

"Uh, well, um, I was just wondering. Do ya, like, um, wanna go GNO?" Of course Elaine would say GNO, it's her favorite song that she sung, and she uses it like a catch phrase now. She also uses bling for jewelery, and actually, I kind of did want to go GNO with her. But I was still angry with her, but what if Gabriella was coming? What if everyone else tagged along?

I looked outside for the paparazzi, and, finding none, said, "Alright. No one sees you, me, or anyone else we go with. Tonight, seven o' clock, be there, or no GNO at all," I hissed, and shut the door, so she could get ready for the GNO. Who else is coming? Gabriella? Well, I hope she knows she ain't getting out of the mess she made THAT easily, I thought.

Gabriella's POV

"GNO? With Sharpay? After you dissed her onVH1, what are you, insane?" I was seriously freaking out, Elaine asked Sharpay to go GNO with us, us being Taylor, Kelsi, Amber, Hilary, Ashley, and me, but now, apparently, included Sharpay. Elaine was looking a little frazzled, and Ashley was looking at her like she was insane.

"Well, I figured, since I dissed her on VH1, she deserves something, like going GNO with us," she said, a little upset, and who could blame her? After all, I was pressing her really hard. She's never been good on her feet, except when it comes to dissing Sharpay publicly, but on her feet, she stutters, tying to find a reason behind everything.

She wants fabulous Fabulous pool Noooo,
That is her simple request Fabulous splash Not fabulous
All things fabulousFabulous parties I need
Bigger and better and best Even fabulous trash Fabulous
She needs somethingFabulous fashion Noooo,
InspiringFabulous bling Not fabulous
To help her get alongShe's got to have I need
She needs a little fabulous Fabulous everything Fabulous
Is that so wrong?

Ashley was looking bored of this discussion already, looking forward to going GNO, but Hilary and Amber took the most time getting ready. We were ready, the club was ready, and we were ready to turn the world upside down. Amber came out, looking stunning, Hilary walked out, wearing the most fab clothing, and Hilary said, "We are READY!" Finally, I thought, we had only 25 minutes to get Sharpay before she goes total diva on us.

We packed into the limo, and ordered him to step on it, it would take 20 minutes to get to Sharpay's place without traffic, add 3 to 4 minutes for any traffic, which meant we would get there in time, hopefully. Nothing could prepare us for what happened next.

Sharpay's POV

Where are they?, I wondered. Elaine wasn't the type to run late on a girls' night, and she knew that I would expect her before the 25 minutes they had left, but when I flipped on the news, a stunning story said, "In other news today, Elaine Harrison, pop queen, and Gabriella Montez, aka 'Baby G', were in a car crash. Baby G was wearing a shocking outfit, that was later explained by the 'cover up' story." Gabriella appeared on the screen, looking just fine, but a little shocked. "Gabriella, why are you wearing that outfit to go out in?"

Gabriella shifted uncomfortably, and I know that she would lie to cover up the fact that they where heading to the club. "Uh, well, I was going to shoot a music video with Ella, she's the lead in this, and I was going to make a cameo apperance," said Gabriella, quite fast for just thinking of it. They must of had a cover story in case anything happened.

"Ah, well, any news on Elaine's status?" Gabriella looked in the camera, and said something incomprehensible, and the snobby (well, in my opinion) reporter said, "I'm sorry, what was that?" Gabriella looked at it, sort of said looking.

"Well, she's, she's, she's in," Gabriella trailed of, sobbing, and I knew whatever she would say next would break my heart. Sure, she may of hurt me by claiming credit, but what did she do to deserve this?

Hilary finished for her in between her own tears, "A coma. She might not wake up." Ashley couldn't talk, she was blubbering, her makeup running, and Amber looked shocked while crying. Who could blame them? Their losing their best friend all over again, this time not mentally, but physically.

This won't do
That's a bore
That's insulting
I need more
I need, I need, I need, I need
I need, I need
I need, I need, I need, I need
I need, I need
I need fabulous
Bring me fabulous

I leaked out some tears, this brought me back to when I purposely crashed into her car, well, not purposely, actually. But why? All because I was so selfish, so evil, so mean, and just plain bitchy.

Flashback

I was looking at Elaine's purple convertible, she was in their with Gabriella, looking pretty frail, but I brushed it off, she said herself she would NEVER go anorexic. I immediately got angry, and thought of crashing into her, but I knew that wouldn't be fair, she was looking too thin to even make me want to, it could be fatal. But, somewhere, in the back of my mind, I knew she might lose control of her car. The sad thing was, Taylor was in the car with Ashley and Amber as well.

Elaine tried to keep her car straight as I turned the way towards school, and I looked behind me to see Elaine looking scared, her car was OUT OF CONTROL! I gasped as I felt a crash, screams, and Taylor's yells, and hit my head on an airbag. I looked behind me, fear in my eyes, then saw a horrible sight, Elaine was out cold, Taylor had bruises, cuts and looked like she was out cold, in a coma maybe, Gabriella was bruised and crying, Amber was thrown backward with bruises and open fracture wounds, and Ashley, she was a mess, dirt in her hair, a humongous bruise on her forehead, and she was looking like she didn't know where she was.

I whipped my cell out and dialed 911, and said in one breath, "Hello? Yes, I just got into an accident, the girl lost control of her car, she's out cold, her friends in the car look just as bad, and I think one is in a coma!" The receptionist said, "Stay on the line, we'll send the police, ambulance, and fire engines." I didn't think we needed fire engines, but the ambulance was here first.

A guy said, looking at Taylor, "This one's in a vegetated state." I gasped, as another said, looking at Elaine, "This one's underweight, 65 pounds, 5 feet 2 inches, red hair, student ID reads Elaine Harrison, the driver of the car, birth date September 13." The guy who examined Taylor said, "Harrison? As in, Misty Harrison? That girl's famous!" I gasped again, she was a famous girl?

A girl was looking at Gabriella, saying, "She says her name is Gabriella Montez, age 15, thinks she 135 pounds but actually is more around 65 pounds, 5 feet 1/2 inches, dark hair, brown eyes, said to contact both Troy Bolton and Maria Montez." The guy who examined Elaine said, "Maria Montez? I know that girl, she's this famous lawyer, isn't she? And Troy Bolton, the captain of East High's basketball team?"

They looked at Ashley and Amber, Amber was probably just as bad, if not worse, with apparently, "concussion to the head, vertebrae has a hairline wound, open arm fracture (bone was poking out), and a twisted ankle", which all sounded horrible. Ashley might've gotten the best deal, since she would likely not remember this, since she was diagnosed on site with "slight memory loss, bruises to the head and arms, and punch-like wounds on the chest (her ribs were cracked, yet not broken)", which wasn't as bad as it sounds.

But it makes you feel like puking when ya think about it. And that's exactly what happened, with possible exaggeration on Elaine, she wasn't very famous until her mother showed up, everyone with the paparazzi cameras flashing everywhere.

end flashback

Fabulous hair
Fabulous style
Fabulous eyes
And the fabulous smile

Oh, I like what I see
I like it a lot

It was the second most shocking thing my life now. What the hell was happening now? Elaine, in a coma? Just minutes before a girls' night out? The world was coming to an end in the most shocking way.

Is this absolutely fabulous?
Fabulous, fabulous, fabulous...

Absolutely... Not!