I Need You

Chapter One

The Way I Roll

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The window was slightly open that morning. It blew the green and yellow striped curtains, flashing a bit of sunlight in every few seconds. The light hit two figures in bed, both covered by slate sheets, a boy and a girl. The alarm clock was ringing but neither of them bothered to shut it off. They were still sleeping - and school was going to start soon. The room obviously belonged to the boy, with the dark painted walls, messy clothes on the floor and the pin-up posters plastered on the walls.

BAM

The door swung open, revealing a girl, pretty, with long auburn hair, petite in size and green angry eyes. She bent down and picked up a pillow from the floor and she swung it at them. It woke them up.

"Mimi told me you were here," the girl spat, mostly to the blonde girl waking up startled. "Told me you called up," she flashed a look at the brunette male, his hazel eyes had no guilt in them, just like the blonde. "Him and that you decided to give him a chance and see if he's as good as I say he is... Well, is he, Sharpay? Is Kyle as good as I say he is?" The girl tapped her shopped on the wooden floor quickly, expecting a good reason.

Sharpay giggled and buried her face into the pillow. She then lifted her face so she could speak clearly. "No... I don't know why you keep bragging on how good he is," she said, getting out of bed, revealing that she was at least wearing a bright pink bra and lime green thongs.

The girl grabbed Sharpay's arm. "Because I love him!"

Sharpay pulled back her arm and gave the girl a wicked smile. "Kim, if he loved you, he wouldn't have been so willing to, right?" This time she was asking Kyle, the cheating boyfriend.

Kyle shrugged and laid his head back into his hands and smiled at Kim. "Oh, Kim, don't be like that," Kyle replied, waving off Kim's angry expression. "Everyone keeps saying that Sharpay was a goddess in bed, I wanted to see if it was true." He shut his eyes, like he was remembering the night and opened them. "And she was. You could learn a thing or two from her."

"See," Sharpay said, budding in, revealing she was already dressed. She waved good-bye to them and walked out of Kyle's room but before she could go far, like the stairs, Kim stopped her.

"I thought you were my friend," she cried, pointing at shaky finger at Sharpay who didn't look phased.

She took a few steps down the stairs, holding the banister. "I don't need friends." Then she continued most of the way down.

"Everyone needs friends, to have their back, to be loved, to have fun!"

The blonde merely laughed at the statement. She didn't believe any of it. "Friends are only good when one's in trouble," she said, looking up at Kim and making the phone sign with her hand. "So, I'll give you a call when I need to use you." She walked to the door and held the knob but before leaving she added something else, "Because friends are only meant to be used." A cold tone was present in her voice when she said this and her brown eyes seemed to darken - almost to black.

BAM

She shut the door loudly. It was an early school day morning but she wasn't good to school that day. Sharpay crossed the street in front of Kyle's house and walked to the nearest bus stop. Her idiot parents took away her car keys, twice. Once for receiving too many speeding tickets and the second for stealing her car back. This time they sold it.

But I'm too cool, too cool
I'm too cool to know you
Don't take it personal
Don't get emotional
You know it's the truth
I'm too cool for you

Sharpay flipped open her pink Razor cell-phone. On the screen the name Mimi was popping up and it was a text message. Mimi was sort of like a friend, more like a clubbing-drinking buddy. Sharpay never confided deep secrets to her. Mimi was just sort of there and one reason Sharpay liked her was because Mimi never called Sharpay a friend or even mentioned that word around her.

Yo yo Yo!
Morning, Shar!
What up?
How was Kyle?
Was he as good as Kimmie kept saying he was?
MSG back soon and C Ya at the club!
- Masha

The blonde giggled at the new nick-name, Mimi or Madelyn Shannon Mao, had named herself. Actually 'Masha', was quite unique. Maybe it'll catch on since people have been calling her 'Mimi' ever since Sharpay met her two faithful years ago. She quickly replied back and stepped onto the bus, heading for the McDonalds' near the the club she lives in during the night.

Yo, 2 you 2.
Kyle was boring - BORING
Kimberly-Ann is turned-on 'cuz she thinks she's in love...
I'm heading to MD's, care to join moi?
I know you're not going to school, anyways...
-Pay

Even if Masha or Mimi texts back, she'll check later, she hates riding the bus, filled with people, who might read their messaged because they are hating their lives at the moment. She neatly tucked back her cell-phone into her Coach bag and pulled out her pink iPod Nano. As she was placing each ear-phone into her ear, Sharpay caught the eye of some middle aged lady, glaring down at her; she returned by rolling her brown eyes.

When I grow up
Fresh and clean
Number one chick when I step out on the scene

The bus took a tight turn, sending people to bump into each other and causing one girl to almost fall over. The woman who glared at Sharpay caught her. The girl, with long brunette locks, wavy, a heart-shaped faced and big round eyes coughed loudly for a bit before saying thank-you. The woman looked over at Sharpay, who was in her own little world and tapped her on the shoulder.

The blonde sighed and pulled out her left ear-phone. "What, " she hissed.

The woman was taken back and pointed at the Latina girl. "She's sick, can you let her sit down? You look like you can handle standing up for a bit..."

"No," Sharpay replied quickly, slightly, cutting the lady off by mere nano-seconds. "Not my problem she's sick and can't find a seat..."

The lady was disgusted and gave the other girl an apologetic look. The girl waved it off but threw Sharpay an evil look. The blonde shrugged and continued to listen to her song. People shouldn't be so nice to strangers who can't repay back. It's a waste of time. Similar to having friends.

She doesn't need them.

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A roaring sound came from inside the hood of an old pick-up truck. Everyone watched, as if they were waiting for the person of the truck to come out and show his/her face. Once the truck found a parking space, close to the school's entrance, the driver opened the door quite hard and slammed it with an angry force. The driver, revealed to be a boy with copper-brown hair and cerulean eyes, threw his bag over his shoulders and ran up to the steps of the school. He was met with many greetings; he returned all even though he was grumpy that morning.

When inside, the first thing he did was head to his locker where all his friends should be.

"Troy!" a boy, with a large 'fro on his head, greeted as Troy came around the corner.

Troy waved and smiled weakly. "Hi Chad, Jason, Zeke," he replied, naming each one of his friends who were by his locker.

"How was your date with Gabriella last night?" Chad inquired, leaning against one locker. "Did you kiss her good-night? Do you finally have a girl-friend?"

"Dude," Jason said. "Even if Troy didn't get Gabriella as his girl-friend maybe it's a sign that he's gay!"

Troy threw his friend a look before anyone could laugh. "I'm not gay," Troy declined Jason's awesome idea while getting out some books for first period. "And no, Chad, Gabriella is not my girl-friend... She's not the one." He left, heading for his class.

Sadly, they caught up with them. "What's with the attitude, Troy?" Chad asked, resting a hand on Troy's shoulders.

He pushed it off. "All Gabriella did was giggle-"

"Maybe she thinks you're funny," Zeke suggested kindly.

"Oh really?" Troy raised a suggestive eyebrow. "Is, 'do you want some bread rolls?' funny?"

Jason suddenly began to laugh loudly. None of them could tell if it was acting or he was really laughing. If he was, he's an idiot. "Oh wait, that's not funny, dude," he said, finally coming to his senses. Troy groaned and began walking faster, hoping to lose them.

"Okay, what else happened?" Zeke asked. He knows Troy very well, not as well as Chad but good enough to know there was more to the story-er, date.

"She kept staring at me," Troy answered, recalling the date and how uncomfortable he was. "It was cute for the first thirty seconds, then it became seriously annoying," he shook his head, getting the image out of his mind. Suddenly, he stopped in his tracks and turned around to face the trio as they almost bumped into him. "And he kept trying to hold my hand!" Troy showed his hand in a pulling-back motion. "I had to keep my hands on my lap..."

"So, she likes you," Chad said.

"Well, I don't like her that much," he added. "Then she sneezed on me... Highlight of my life," Troy brought his hand to his cheek as if he was cleaning some snot of his face.

Zeke turned to Chad who looked at Jason who took out some note-book and checked something off. "Gabriella is now off the list," Jason said as he began to count the other names on the list. "Woah, four girls gone in two weeks, Troy."

"Dude, ladies see you as a gentleman - the ideal dude but if you keep turning down girls, they might think you're a player-" Chad got cut off by Zeke.

"Yeah but Troy keeps telling them that he's sorry and he's looking for the one." As the two began to have a discussion about Troy's love life and Jason watching them with depth in his eyes, Troy ran his hands through his copper locks and sighed.

He didn't know why they were so interested. Not everyone, at the age of seven-teen has had their first girl-friend yet. Did they? Troy wanted to be like his parents, who met each other and knew that they were soul-mates. He wanted to be like them in every way. Troy's dad didn't have many girl-friends, maybe only three, including Troy's mom and his mom only had his dad. And he definitely didn't want to be like Chad who had close to twenty girl-friends already.

"I just don't understand why someone as popular as him, doesn't have a girl-friend yet!" Chad concluded the conversation he had with Zeke.

"Hi Troy," a few cheerleaders cooed, giggling in a very girly manner.

Troy gave them a simple gesture, "ladies."

"See," Chad said, pointing to the two girls as they passed by, still giggling. "Girls are head-over-heels in love with you..."

"I'm saving myself," Troy replied simply, shrugging his shoulders. "Plus, my friends are more important at the moment."

"Aw," the three let out accidently.

"Told you," Jason sang in a whisper to Chad.

Troy figured what he meant by that comment. "I'm not GAY!"

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As Troy began to walk to the caf. he was stalked by some obsessed freshmen. Even though he found them annoying, he couldn't be a jerk so he gave them a casual wave and sweet smile. He liked having the attention but not when he was avoiding a certain brunette girl who offered Troy the chance to sit with her and her friends during lunch. Being the gentleman that he is, he accepted but that was before the date happened.

"Hey Troy," a blonde cheerleader greeted him.

Troy smiled back. She was just a friend of his, girl-friend of one of his team-mate on the basketball team. "Hi, Macy."

She abruptly asked him a question. "Are you ever going to get a girl-friend, Troy?"

"I'm waiting..." Troy said in an irritated voice.

Macy laughed and brushed her blonde hair away from her eyes. "Oh yeah, Gabriella said she'll be sitting at one of the tables near the windows - that she'll be there waiting for you with her math-science buddies."

"Their not nerds, Macy!" he called out as she walked on ahead. She waved and went on to sit with the cheerleaders and jocks. He sighed, shook his head and shoved his hands into his pockets. He wasn't hungry at the moment, so he took a quick turn and made his way to his locker. Maybe he can enjoy his lunch inside his darn old truck.

As he walked passed students, he kept his eyes glued to his basketball shoes.

"Yo, Troy!" He recognized the voice and turned around to see a team-mate. "What's up, dude?" They both exchanged high-fives.

"Y'know, nothing much, as usual," he replied, blandly. He started back on his track to his locker.

"Hey, aren't you going to eat lunch? I heard Montez was waiting for you."

Troy groaned. "Yeah, I'll be in later... Oh and Josh, Macy is already there."

Troy loved his friends but sometimes they could be darn annoying and nosy. If Gabriella was waiting for him, so what? She could wait and hopefully get the message that he isn't interested in her. She'd be a great candidate for a friend, once her romantic feelings ceases to exist but not a girl-friend for Troy. Don't get him wrong, Troy's ready for a girl-friend, ready since he was fifteen; he just hadn't been able to find the 'one'.

"Troooy." He jerked his head towards the sound. Why does it have to be her?

"Gabriella, hi."

Gabriella pointed back to the caf. "Didn't you get the message? I told all your friends to meet me by my lunch table..."

Better be truthful, she'll eventually find out. Gabriella's not stupid. "Uh, yeah but I was just heading to my locker - for my lunch. I took it out of my bad this morning."

"Great, I'll accompany you then!"

Troy decided it was best to tell her now. Giving people false hope wasn't a good thing to do. Chad thought it was. "Listen, Gabriella," Troy started, holding onto the girl's shoulders and looking in her eyes. He took a breath in and let it out, swiftly. "I really only see you as a friend-"

A flicker of pain could be seen in Gabriella's brown eyes but it was too fast. She blinked and looked down, followed by a giggle. "Me too!"

"Really!?" Troy was shocked. He put his hand over his mouth, covering part of his expression and lost part of his balance. Then he began to think about the previous night. "Wait, then what about the staring all night, last night and when you tried to grab my hand and you kept laughing at everything - And I know I'm not a funny guy!"

She bit her lower lip. "Well, the whole staring was so I can see there's a connection between us," Gabriella started off, explaining her constant staring on their first and last date. "Which I did not see - The hand hold was so I could feel a spark, which I didn't also didn't feel and the laughing was to fuel your confidence." She grinned as she finished her speech.

"Oh!" Troy accepted the answer and was very pleased with it. Then something hit him. "What do you mean 'fuel my confidence'?"

"Don't guys like it when girls laugh at what they say?"

"Yeah but what I said wasn't funny - I asking you what you wanted to eat, how was your mom and question that had no pun intended!"

"I'll see you around then," Gabriella said, heading back to her lunch. Troy gave her a sincere smile and wave before she turned her back on him. A sigh of relief escaped her lips as did a tear from her eye. She wiped it away harshly, hoping no one would see. She stopped walking and gave a small look behind her back, looking at Troy as he turned the corner. She huffed and blew hair from her face.

How can I not be the 'one'? Everyone keeps saying that we have great chemistry ever since that musical. And now he dumped me - sort of.

What is his ideal girl?

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Sharpay leaned against the store wall in front of McDs'. She was waiting for Mimi to arrive from her house, about half a city away and another 'friend' she had. Today was a very special day for her because she was about to get a huge amount of money, hopefully. A loud engine caught her ear, she looked to her right and saw a tall man, hooded, on a bright red motorcycle pull up into the drive-way.

"Hey," Sharpay called once his helmet got off, revealing long, jet-black hair and emerald green eyes. He nodded his head. "I need to talk to you."

He walked over to her, helmet under his arm. "About what?"

She casually looked away, arms crossed. "I'm pregnant." The first two words didn't phase the man. "And it's yours'." That's when she glared at him - straight into his green eyes as if she was reading his mind.

He held a hand up, as if he was defending himself before taking two stumbling steps back. He was new around town and didn't know that Sharpay fooled around with many guys. For a while, he thought he thought he was the only one she was sleeping with. Obviously, he believed her. "Are you sure?" It came out and she nodded reassuring him. "What should I do?"

The blonde inspected her red long nails, cleaning the dirt from under. She hated that. "Give me money... Y'know for abortion."

"Woah!" A hand ran through his long black locks as he sighed and wiped sweat that was starting to form on his forehead. "Doesn't your parents have insurance? I don't have any at the place I work at!"

"Excuse me! I don't want my parents to know!"

"Hello! You need parent consent when you file for abortion!"

Sharpay laughed, not in a good way. She patted him lightly on his shoulder. "I know a place that doesn't need parent consent, Jay."

Jay grimaced. "How much?"

"How much do you make in a month?"

"About five hundred."

"Thank you, then!"

Jay rolled his eyes and then handed her his helmet. "Here, come with me to the bank to withdraw." The two walked back to his motorcycle. Jay decided to ride helmet-less for the ride. He started up and Sharpay wrapped her arms around his waist, smiling into his back. She loved it when her plans work. She got free money and no one ever knew how she got it, they all thought she was still modeling.

Her life was very secretive. No one she clubbed with, except Mimi, knew where she went to school, if she went to school, how old she was and etc. The blonde didn't trust people with secrets. Occasionally, some things would slip out when she's partying with Mimi and sometimes Kim but they hardly remembered. If they did, like Mimi knew a few things, they never let it out because being accepted by the most popular girl of the night scene was an honour.

Sharpay was the Queen of Night.

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Mimi tapped her multi-coloured neon nails against the glass table top. She was inspecting the person in front of her. "Sharpay Evans, describe your ideal dude?"

"Why?" Sharpay asked, raising an eyebrow.

"Oh c'mon, that's not asking about your life!" argued the asian teen. "That's merely asking for your opinion!" Mimi continued to urge the answer out of her partying buddy. "Fine, I'll go first," Mimi gave up once she saw Sharpay give her a lifeless, uninterested look. "He has to be HOT, with short black hair, spiked and ear piercings and a little tattoo wouldn't hurt!"

She rolled her eyes. "Fine." The blonde thought for a second. "No blue eyes, that's for sure." When Mimi was going to ask 'why', Sharpay gave her a stern look to stop and so she kept speaking. "They are overrated. Green eyes like Jay wouldn't be so bad..." Jay was very good-looking but he wasn't that good in bed. Also, she wasn't attracted to him - she just wanted to test them out. She crossed her legs and her fingers began to play with each other as she spoke. "I hate brunettes, so a definite no-no to them - they keep trying to make blondes, like moi, seem stupid!" She was heated up now. "Am I?!"

"NO!" Mimi shouted, taken off guard by the sudden question. Her stool almost tipped over because of her sudden jump while she was still sitting on her seat.

"So just as long as they aren't some blue eyed-brunette pretty boy, all's good," Sharpay concluded.

Masha raised a finger up in the air randomly. "How about talent? Like you like singing, do you want him to be able to sing too?"

"No and no sports either!"

"But jocks are hot," Masha whined.

Sharpay vigorously shook her head, blonde hair swishing around. "Yeah but they are so typical. Y'know the typical american boy-next-door who has a girl-next-door-girl-friend and has a billion cheerleaders crushing on him!"

"Good thing!" Mimi or Masha decided to change the conversation. "I spoke to Kimmie-pie after she found out about your fling with Kyle.."

"And?"

Mimi laughed and made a kissy-face. "Their still together. They were having sex when I texted her..."

"Gross," she said, sticking out her tongue, as if she tasted something awful. "I slept with a guy who slept with Kimberly-Ann."

Mimi made the same sour expression. "Disgusting."

"Want a drink?" Sharpay offered, pulling out the wad of cash she got from Jay that day.

Masha's brown eyes went wide and she turned white. "Wow, where'd you get that? Modeling again?"

Her eyes shifted. "You can say that..."

This was Sharpay's life. Wake-up in some bed, maybe hers' or not, get money only sometimes, hang out somewhere for a while, even hang out at school for a couple of minutes and treat Mimi to some drinks or have Mimi treat her. That was her life.

And she loved it.

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An update, Yahoo! My first chapter, looking into the lives of Sharpay and Troy. Hopefully you don't mind the errors all that much - too lazy to fix 'em. I will maybe tomorrow or next weekend. They didn't meet yet but maybe they will in the near future... (like next chapter.)

The first song used was from Camp Rock. I think it's the one Tess sang with Mitchie, Ella and Peggy at the campfire party thing. I wasn't paying attention when she was singing that much because my lazy mother wanted me to wash the dogs, eck. Camp Rock was OK, I guess, the plot wasn't that great but who wouldn't mind seeing the Jo Bros. BTW, my little sister went to their concert here in TO. She said it was amazing and people loved her 'I LOVE NICK' outfit.

The second song was the new single of the Pussycat Dolls, When I Grow Up. I thought it really fit Sharpay, well, Sharpay in the movies on how she wants to be famous, especially that part of the chorus. It's a nice song - at first while I was driving around, wasting gas, hehe, I heard the song play, I was eh and the second, third and etc time around, I thought it was cool.

Review and Thanks - BTW Kim is portrayed by an actress like Mimi, I forgot her name though. And if your a tennis fan yes, Mimi's other nick-name is Sharapova's but trust me, my friend's name is Misha, sometimes I call her Masha 'cuz she hates it. Oh yeah, Nadal beat Federer during the Wimbledon Finals. Either way, I could care-less, they aren't my players, hehe.

-Lexi