Note: All chapters from now on will be told in Sharpay's POV. Please, no flames
Sharpay's POV
All I could do was smile to myself while walking out. Today was the worst and best all at the same time. Although my joy was free, I knew something else had to happen. I had to face Troy. I would have to sooner or later anyway. So as Ryan and me walked away from Subway I made a pact with myself. Tomorrow was a new day. A new day to tell Troy how I felt.
Ryan still stared at me with pride. "I'm proud that you're my sister," he told me. Who wouldn't be? "This is the best day ever," I cried happily. My smile faded as I saw Troy's car in the parking lot. Ryan saw it to and hurried me to his truck. I jumped in and placed my head in my arms.
"Oh crap, he's coming over here," Ryan warned. I ducked down against the floor. Ryan rolled down his window. "Hey Ryan, where's Sharpay?" asked the caring and gentle voice I always long to hear. "Who wants to know?" Ryan hissed defiantly. I felt those ice blue eyes on me. "Sharpay, I see you on the floor," he told me.
I'll talk to you tomorrow, I thought. But I sat back down on the shotgun seat. "Why are you jealous of Gabriella?" Troy asked, his face uncipherable. Was he mad? No, he sounded to sad. Is he sad? No, he sounds to serious. I tried to look at him with pure hatred but couldn't manage it.
I uttered something that even I couldn't understand. Ryan was getting impatient and slammed on the gas. "Ryan, what are you doing?" I screamed. "I can't stand this, stay away from my sister," he yelled at Troy as the truck sped away.
All I can remember is a blare of color and sound for the first five minutes that the truck zipped down the street, Troy's car following behind at a distance. As I regained consiousness, Ryan exclaimed every swear word and insult he knew. "Are you okay Shar? After I slammed on the gas, you're head collided with the dashboard," he told me. No wonder my head throbbed.
A stoplight ahead of us was the only thing that stopped him from speeding. "How long was I out?" I inquired. "At least a good five minutes," Ryan guessed. Suddenly, a deafening screech filled the air. Ryan pulled through the intersection as the light turned green. The screech could have only come from the Chevy truck sliding toward his truck on the left side. He guessed what was about to happen, undid his seatbelt, and wrapped his arms around me.
Ryan's truck spun in a whirlwind of glass. All I felt was his body protecting me. His warm, safe, solid body around mine. A sickening halt told me the spinning was over. Ryan's body fell off mine. I started to examine him. Scarlet blood ran down both sides of his face. Shards of glass stuck out of his legs. An abnormally large one was buried in his back. I felt for a pulse to no satisfaction. Ryan was dead.
Tears fell from my eyes. The world fell black, getting dimmer every second. The last thing I saw was two shining blue eyes. "Troy, I love you," were the words that escaped my bloody mouth.