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When Will They See?
Chapter 2.
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Maybe it's a fairy tale,
but I believe in happily ever after.
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Posters for the Spring Musical were hanging all over the school.
Auditions was far away, but Mrs. Darbus wanted the students to rehearse. They should sing a song, plus do a monologue.
Troy and Gabriella was looking at one of them, hanging by the gym, when Ryan and Sharpay walked past them. She was wearing a skirt, a pink, shiny top and high boots. Ryan had on a pair of jeans, a pink shirt and a pink hat.
They always matched.
Troy couldn't help but stare after her, when she hurried down the hall, her head high. Like always.
What he witnessed yesterday had been such a shock to him. It had been a surprise that Sharpay had played the piano, but when she turned around and he saw her cry, he'd been so confused.
Did the Ice Queen really have feelings?
It seemed like it.
But it wasn't just the piano-playing or the fact that she was crying. It was the song she had been singing. The words in it. He could hear every word of it, since the only sound except her voice, had been the piano, and she'd sung about lies, secrets and being sad.
He couldn't understand why she would sing about something like that?
Every song he'd heard her sing, had been something along the line of ´Bop to the Top´ and ´What I've Been Looking For´. It had just been show music. He hadn't had a single clue that she could actually sing.
He was curious now, as to why she'd been there, and to why she'd been crying, and what she'd been crying about. But he was afraid to ask her. If he did, he'd have to admit that he'd been there, listening to her.
He watched her stop in front of another of the Drama Club's posters, and study it.
Troy was snapped out of his thoughts, by Gabriella who was dragging him towards their class. History.
Their date yesterday had gone good. He'd finally managed the courage up to kiss her. Just a little peck, but on the lips. It had settled something inside him, but he wasn't sure what it was.
He was so unsure of everything.
But one thing he was sure of; he was gonna find out more stuff about Sharpay Evans, because she seemed to hide something. But along doing that, he wasn't supposed to tell anyone.
It would be his little secret.
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Sharpay looked at the sign-up poster for the Spring Musical.
Now, this was something interesting. Not like chemistry or something…
She turned around to find Ryan behind her, he was reading the poster too.
"Are we signing up for that?" he asked her.
She bit her lip, "Of course we are, Ryan! How can you ask that question?"
"But I just thought, that since Troy and Gabriella got the leads last time, you wouldn't…"
"But I will!" she said, "We're nailing the leads, Ryan! You know we are, Montez was just lucky. And Bolton? P!, he cant even sing!"
"Shar, you know that's not true." Ryan said.
Sharpay rolled her eyes, "Maybe they wont even audition. We should just sign up." she opened her pink purse to find a fluffy pen in it. She wrote her and Ryan's names. "There. Done. Now we just have to figure out what to sing!"
"Okay, Shar." Ryan said, "But we've got plenty of time. No need to rush."
"I know, but we still have to beat them." Sharpay said, looking down the halls.
"Okay," Ryan said, "But let's get to class."
Sharpay nodded and started walking down the hall, Ryan behind her.
"You know that thing you talked about…?" he began, taking up a conversation they'd had this morning.
"Yeah, what about it?" Sharpay snapped.
"I wont let you do it."
"Of course you will. I decide that myself."
"But, Shar, think about it…"
"Done!" she just said, going into the right class room.
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Troy was seated in the back, right next to Chad and Gabriella.
He looked up when he recognised the sound of Sharpay's high heels. She was walking ahead of Ryan, like always, but she didn't look that happy with him in the moment.
She kept brushing him off.
She shot herself into a seat in the front, and Ryan took his usual, right behind her.
Just then, their teacher, Mr. Connelly walked in.
Normally, history class was so boring. Mr. Connelly would just talk and talk, and the nerds would take notes, while all the others would be sleeping. History was always a good class to snooze in, and get some sleep.
But today, they were, for once, doing something different.
Mr. Connelly had decided to give them a project. They would get paired up, and the project was due in next month.
"I have already made the pairs, so no complaining." He told them, pushing his glasses back at his nose, "I'll just write them at the blackboard along with the subject, and then you should get together with your partner, figure out how to handle your subject, and then, maybe go to the library."
A loud groan was heard from the class, when they heard it. Could it be more boring?
Sharpay waited patiently till her name was written at the blackboard. She couldn't wait to get started, because the earlier they began, the earlier they would be done. She flinched however, when she saw who she was paired up with.
Troy Bolton and Sharpay Evans; World War 2. Focus on the Jews.
She turned around, to find Troy lying across his desk. He obviously hadn't read it yet.
She stood up, gathered her things, and walked to him.
"Bolton!" she said, poking him, "Bolton?"
She rolled her eyes and turned to Gabriella, "Montez? Would you please wake up your idiotic boyfriend?"
Gabriella just nodded and started shaking Troy until he woke up.
"What!?" he asked.
"I can't have you snoring, Bolton!" Sharpay said, "It's my spare time you're spending when you snooze in class. Get your ass of that chair and come with me to the library, we need to work!"
Troy quickly stood up, and followed her. But before they left class, he saw their subject.
World War 2, just great…
They worked hard through the whole class. Troy had never really expected Sharpay to be the sort of person to really work when they did stuff like this. He'd expected her to be one of those who found everything on the internet the day before it was due.
But then again, he hadn't expected her to cry either.
She was bossing him around, as she did everyone.
He just did what she told him to do. Found some books, took some notes. She was actually pretty smart. She knew a lot about this subject already, and that could come in handy.
It would definitely do him good too.
Or more important, his grades.
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Friday.
Gabriella had decided to sign Troy and her up to the Spring Musical too.
She'd neatly signed their names underneath Ryan and Sharpay's, and that had caused Sharpay to shoot her dirty looks – or, more dirty than they usually were.
The school was talking too.
They thought it was good that Gabriella was standing up again the Ice Queen, but they knew it would cause or war between them until the audition was being held.
Around a month till that happened.
Troy knew he had gotten himself into a bad situation. He was doing his history project with Sharpay, and going out with Gabriella, whom Sharpay seemed to hate. Plus, he was fighting against her for the leads in the musical.
Right now, they were working at the library again. Sharpay was reading a book, while Troy was just staring into space. His head just couldn't take any more information.
Suddenly she closed it, threw it at the table, leaned back in her seat, and stretched herself out of the uncomfortable position she'd been sitting in.
"Oh!" she whined.
"You done?" Troy asked, looking at the heavy book beside her at the table.
"Oh yeah." She said, "But that was far from interesting, like I already didn't know that."
Troy crooked an eyebrow and leaned forward, considering telling her about the song her heard her sing, but then he stopped, when he heard her giggle.
That was surprising.
Another show of emotion.
She giggled again, "Look at her," she said, pointing at a younger girl.
Troy turned around, looking at the girl Sharpay was pointing at. She was sitting with her head in her hands, reading with a weird look on her face.
"She looks so stupid!" Sharpay said, getting back to her icy self. Seemed like the cheerful mood wouldn't last long.
"No she doesn't." Troy said, defending the girl, "She's just concentrating. It's a long day…"
"Concentrating!?" Sharpay snapped, "Please, she's trying to grow a brain."
Troy couldn't help but laugh at that one.
Sharpay looked at him, with a funny smile, "So that's funny, huh Bolton?"
"Wasn't it a joke?"
"No, I wasn't joking!" she whined, "I was being serious!"
Troy just shook his head, looking into her brown eyes. He never really noticed before, but they were actually beautiful. He had talked to her, sure. He had looked her in the eyes, but never really done it. It was like seeing her all over again.
"Well, I'll go now." she said, standing up, "I cant take more reading for today…"
"Okay…" Troy said.
She turned around and slandered towards to door. He couldn't help but stare at her ass as it moved from side to side. He had never really noticed, but Sharpay was actually pretty hot. She had a perfect body, with much womanly curve. He knew he wasn't even supposed to think that about Sharpay. He had a girlfriend, and she was the Ice Queen.
Troy shook his head, and rushed out of the library.
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He ate lunch with Chad, Taylor, Kelsi and Gabriella in the cafeteria.
He seemed very distant which worried Gabriella. She looked at him from across the table.
"What is wrong, Gabby?" Taylor asked, looking at her worried face.
She nodded at Troy, and Taylor looked at him, noticing how he was just digging his food, taking it into his mouth and then chewing.
No sign of emotion.
Chad noticed it too.
"Troy?" he tried.
No respond.
"Dude?" Chad tried again, "Hallo? Troy!?"
Gabriella sighed, so Chad did something drastic. He pushed Troy off his chair.
"He-ey!?" Troy exclaimed, as he hit the floor with a smack.
"What is wrong with you, dude?" Chad asked.
"Yeah, you were spacing out." Taylor added.
"Nothing." Troy stood up, "I'll just-"
He got cut off by the sound of the doors smacking. Sharpay was storming into the cafeteria with Ryan right behind her.
"C'mon, Shar!" Ryan said, "You promised me you wouldn't do it!"
"I didn't!" Sharpay said, turning around to look at him, "I told you the exact opposite!"
"Yeah I know!" Ryan yelled, "But Shar, you cant do it…" he took her arm and forced her to look at him, "You can't, Sharpay. Not now. Things are going so good…"
"You don't know a shit, Ryan!" Sharpay yelled, getting her arm back, "You don't know what it's like! You are you, and I'm me! We're totally different!"
"Yeah, I've noticed!" Ryan exclaimed, "After all, I do care about other people."
"Oh!" Sharpay practically lost her jaw, so she just covered her mouth, and turned around. She stormed out of the cafeteria before anyone would see her tears. She couldn't believe that Ryan had just said that.
He was the person she trusted the most in the entire world.
"Urgh!"
She threw herself into the bathroom, and locked the door. She needed a place to cry her eyes out.
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Monday.
That Monday morning, Sharpay entered the school alone.
She was wearing a small lime green skirt, and a white top with pearls. Her hair was in piggy tails, and she had a matching purse. Over it all she wore a white jacket.
She looked confident, but a little alone.
Ryan wasn't there with her, so she felt like everyone was against her. She checked her messages, but no-one had written her. She plopped the cell back in her purse and headed for her class.
The school was talking about the fight between the Evans twins all day.
Rumours had started during the weekend. Some people actually claimed to have seen Ryan hitting Sharpay.
Sharpay just ignored it. She also ignored the rude comments people made to her, asking why she was suddenly so alone, or if she'd frozen her brother off.
She was used to people talking about her, so she just held her head high, and somehow made it through the day.
By the end of the day, her feelings were so messed up, that she was thankful for some alone time with the school piano.
It was something she did sometimes, mostly on Mondays, since most of the students left the school before she did.
She headed to the auditorium, and didn't notice Troy following her.
Troy crept behind her, and found a hiding place behind a curtain like last Monday. He watched her set up herself, finding her notebooks.
She took off her jacket, throwing it at a nearby chair, leaving Troy with a nice view of her body.
Like last Friday, when he'd noticed how good looking she actually was, he wasn't able to take his eyes of off her. The way her hair framed her face, and the way her hands moved across the piano… It was all very, very good.
His eyes caught her legs, and he felt himself melt.
He didn't know what was happening to him, but he knew he liked it.
He liked it very much.
Then she began to sing again.
"So many secrets,
So many lies.
No-one to talk to.
It's been awhile.
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A lonely heart.
In shadow of style.
Peace; no where around,
It's been awhile."
It was the same song. This was the second time he heard it, and he tried to print it into his brain. He already knew the melody, but it was harder with the words.
"My heart is in progress.
Growing so quick.
I wonder when someone notices
The real me?
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No-one to care for.
A life so bad.
At home in my room,
I can be sad.
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A passion inside,
I ain't allowed that.
I too, have to hide,
That I can be sad."
The song really stung him – just like last time. It meant so much, coming from Sharpay's mouth. He felt himself aching to know stuff about her. He realized he didn't know her at all, and he wanted to. So, so badly.
"My heart is in progress.
Growing so quick.
I wonder when someone notices
The real me?
I wonder when they'll finally see,
The real me?"
The real her?
Huh.
She wanted people to see the real her? Wasn't what they saw the real her? And if it wasn't, then why didn't she just show them?
Troy stood up and slowly left the auditorium, but before that, he was sure he could hear quiet sobs.
Okay, so I decided to end with the song again, like in last chappie. I know things may not seem to move forwards right now, but I'll get there. It's my kind of style when I write, really. Right now I'm just leaving small hints sometimes, later, I'll see if anyone have noticed. Again, I'll like to thank you for the reviews, and ask you to review again. It means so much to me. Hmm, should I say it again?, tootles.
- Stessa.