Sharpay rolled over in bed for the hundredth time that night, her blonde curls splayed over her numerous silk pillows. She had been tossing and turning since she had gotten into bed. The afternoon's events played over and over in her mind, more humiliating each time she heard it, saw it, relived it. Finally she sat up in bed, her arms flopping down onto the pink duvet with an "umph". The blue glowing letters of her iHome brought another groan when she saw it had been two hours, two long hours since she'd gotten into bed and tried to sleep away the anger. She had been unsuccessful, completely unsuccessful. Instead, lying in bed only gave her more opportunity to think about it, analyzing every little detail. She thought it was right, so why didn't he?

The blonde grumpily pulled off her covers and swung her legs over the side of the bed. Pausing to run a hand through her curls, her shoulders slumped as she stood up letting her feet hit the soft, plush carpet. Sharpay had no idea what she was doing, but lying in bed was only making her feel worse and she had become restless. It didn't help having to sleep in the place where the humiliation had happened, like there were traces of it burned into the bed.

She slowly made her way to door, but as her hand reached for the doorknob she slowly pulled it back. Knowing what hung beside her, her eyes had caught on one of the many pictures tacked onto her pink, feather embellished bulletin board. In the bottom left-hand corner, tucked beside a playbill and a dried rose, was a picture of Zeke. Sharpay had found it in his room one day and insisted on keeping it. He had laughed and told her that if she wanted it she was free to take it. She loved that picture; he was standing on the gym court at the three-point arc, as he had explained to her, about to take a shot. He looked so focused and professional, and not to mention, extremely hot as Sharpay had informed him.

She ran a perfectly manicured finger across his face on the sleek surface of the photograph. Then retracting her hand she pressed her palms against her watering eyes, in attempt to stop the tears. Pulling open her door, rather loudly too, she scuffled down the hallway and then down the spiral stairs. When she reached the spotless kitchen she pulled open the stainless steel refrigerator and stood staring at its contents. Nothing appealed to her, food only made her think of Zeke. Especially the remaining Tabby Cats that were so innocently sitting on the counter, watching her.

"Shar?" a voice came into the kitchen and Sharpay looked around to find her brother.

"Hey Ryan." She responded as she closed the fridge.

"What are you doing down here?" Ryan yawned and rubbed a hand down his face.

Sharpay shrugged, she didn't really have an answer for him. She was down there because she didn't want to be upstairs and laying in bed was driving her crazy.

"Did I wake you?" she asked.

"You walk loud." He informed her blatantly. It was a privilege of being her brother that he could tell her when she was being obnoxious, and she never failed to the do the same to him.

"Sorry," she mumbled, "but you're a light sleeper."

"Yeah, but geez, you didn't have to stomp."

"I wasn't stomping!" she shot back at him.

"Sorry, sorry." he held his hand up in defense at her outburst.

She didn't reply, her eyes were fixed on the ground.

"You okay?" he asked her.

She shrugged her shoulders, not yet knowing if she wanted to talk about it, especially since it was her brother.

"Well what's wrong?"

"I dunno, just Zeke and stuff." While she was good at complaining, Sharpay was not very good at discussing the things bothering her. The experience was embarrassing enough, but talking about it, with her brother, was even worse.

"What happened?" Ryan asked pouring himself a glass of white grape juice. He figured that since he was in the kitchen, and it didn't seem like he was about to leave, he might as well take advantage of the gigantic, well stocked refrigerator.

"He's just being weird." Sharpay sighed and stopped herself from almost biting a nail.

After taking a gulp from his glass, Ryan set it on the table and asked, "What about?"

"Me." Sharpay frowned.

"Like he's not talking to you?"

"No, he's just…" Sharpay looked over at brother, debating whether or not to tell him. They were close, extremely close, but this was also more personal than most other things they shared. Finally she decided that she might as well, Gabriella was always telling her that it felt better to talk about things rather than keep them inside. It was scientifically proven, she had said, that it could make you sick to keep your fears inside.

"He was over today and we went upstairs so I could give him the pictures from last weekend and then we kinda started to, well, you know" Ryan nodded, he did know "but then he got all weird and was like 'I don't think we should we do this' even though I told him I wanted too."

"You mean, he didn't think you should do…it?"

Hiding her face behind her hands Sharpay nodded.

"Wow." Ryan paused for a second. "Well, um, I don't know what to say Shar. Did you really want to do it? Maybe he thought you were just saying that."

"No, I really did! He was the one who kept saying that we shouldn't."

"Why?"

"I don't know!" She through her hands out and groaned, and then more quietly she added, "I don't know."

"I'm sorry Shar. I have no idea, I mean... I don't know. I'm sorry."

Sharpay let out a deep sigh, "It's okay."

"I guess the only option is to talk to him." Ryan added with a shrug.

"Yeah, I'll try. Thank Ry."

"No problem."

"Some boys kiss me, some boys hug me
I think they're O.K.
If they don't give me proper credit
I just walk away"

Two brown eyes snapped open at the sound of the song, growing in volume, beside the bed as it did every weekday morning. Usually Sharpay would sit up and stretch, as a healthy awakening was obligatory to looking gorgeous in her opinion, then let her iPod play as she began her morning regimen. This morning however, the thought of seeing Zeke made her stomach ache. She rolled over and turned off the music, then flopped onto her back and stared up at the ceiling. She knew that seeing him was inevitable, but she wasn't sure if that was comforting or frightening. Eventually she stumbled into the bathroom and turned on the shower, bringing the faucet midway between "warm" and "hot".

She stood in the shower letting the water hit her chest, it gave her tiny goose bumps to have the cool air and the hot water hit her at the same time. She held her hands up to the flow of water, then opened her mouth and let it fill with tiny droplets.

Two hours later Sharpay sauntered into the cafeteria over to the table where the group gathered before class began.

"Hey Shar." Gabriella smiled as the blonde approached the table, Ryan right beside her.

Zeke quickly looked up, his eyes locked his girlfriend. She could feel him watching her but she swallowed and ignored it. She joined into the conversation but he didn't look away. Finally, she looked over at him, but it was a glance that lasted only a split second. He had no idea what to do, but he knew that the longer they went without talking, the worse it would be. So he stood up and slowly took the few steps he needed to be beside her. She was still standing, and suddenly she felt a hand lightly touch hers. Her hand flinched at the spark his soft fingers left on her palm. The touch, although brief, sent a whole new sensation of nervousness though her body. She turned and saw him nod away from the group, motioning that they should leave.

They walked out of the cafeteria and down the hallway, completely in silence. When they reached a deserted spot by a science room Zeke stopped and put his hands into the pockets of his jeans. Looking down at the denim over his legs Sharpay noticed a small rip and she remembered the day he had torn those jeans climbing over a fence to win a race against Chad.

"Look Shar…" he reached out a hand, and then rubbed it against his leg. "I just felt like it wasn't a good idea."

"But why?" she begged him.

"I don't know, it's just that…well, it felt like the only reason to do it was because no one was home and we could."

"That's the only reason?" she asked angrily, her eyes narrowing, "That's the only reason to do it?!"

"Shar…"

Without letting him say anything more she spun around on her heel, did her best to hold back her tears and walked off quickly down the hall.

A/N: I hope you liked that :) I started it a few weeks ago but got stuck after the first two paragraphs, it took awhile but I'm happy with it. A Tabby Cat for whoever guesses which song Sharpay woke up to ;)

Reviews? Yes please.

Sparks ♥