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Disclaimer; I don't own High School Musical, and therefore I don't own Troy and Sharpay.

Forbidden Beauty

Chapter 2.

Troy slowly followed Sharpay up the big stairwell, intimidated by this fancy house.

He had expected the Evans' to have a big house, with designer furniture, and he had been right. It was just more than he'd imagined. Their house was huge. It was fancy, and all the rooms they passed, were filled with either really old furniture, or really modern furniture.

The hall they were walking down at now, had modern art plastered on the walls, with about two metres between each piece. Troy stopped a few times to look at a picture, and see who the artist was. More than often, the artist was Christina Evans, and he could only assume that it was Sharpay's mom.

He hurriedly followed Sharpay, as the hall turned a corner, and there was yet another hall. Sharpay stopped by the first door though, and opened it. She turned to look at him, and waved him along with her. He curiously followed her into the room, knowing it must be Sharpay's bedroom.

He was right, but it was nothing of what he'd expected.

It was a huge room, just like any other room in the Evans resident. The walls were white and a light yellow colour. In the middle of her room was a bed, plastered against a wall between two windows. She had a huge plasma TV, surround sound and a big stereo. In the other end of the room was a little corner with a red couch, a chair and a coffee table. Behind that was a door.

"Wow…" he muttered, "Is this really your bedroom?"

Sharpay smiled, "Yeah… Make yourself comfortable. I'll be back in two minutes." She went through the door behind the coffee table, and left him alone. He looked around again, taking it all in.

The room was girly, but that was to be expected. After all, Sharpay was a really girly girl. He sat down on the red couch, soon discovering that it was leather. He waited a few minutes, and then Sharpay came through the door again, wearing something else. It was sweatpants and a cute top.

"Did you just change?" Troy asked.

"Yeah," Sharpay laughed, pointing at the door, "It's just my closet."

"Oh…" Troy said, biting his lip.

Sharpay took a seat in the big chair, and looked at him. "Tell me what your problem was, again? It must be something big when Troy Bolton is asking the Ice Queen for help? I believe you used the phrasing ´all that jazz´?"

"Uhm, yeah…" Troy said, "It's kinda embarrassing. It's just… I'm not good with girls, and all… that… jazz."

Sharpay laughed him, "When you say ´all that jazz´, do you mean sex?"

Troy's jaw tightened. He didn't even like saying it out loud. First of all; he was embarrassed, and second of all; he was a good boy. He had been raised really well, and they didn't speak loud of such things in his house. His parents even wanted him to wait with the whole sex thing until he got married.

It seemed like Sharpay was raised a lot different. She didn't have problems talking to him at all. Or maybe he was just being a pussy…

"Hallo!?" Sharpay said, annoyed. She waved her hand in front of his face, "Earth to Troy!? Are you going to answer my question?"

Troy sighed and looked at his hands, studying them closely, "Yes." He finally said, "I mean sex…"

Sharpay leaned back in her chair, nodding for herself, "Wow. And I who thought Troy Bolton was a little player. I guess I was wrong!"

"Hey, don't make fun of me!" Troy protested.

Sharpay rolled her eyes, "So, what exactly do you need my help for? You have a girlfriend to do all your weird sex fantasies with!"

Troy was about to protest again, to tell her that that wasn't what he meant, but she stopped him;

"Yeah, yeah, yeah, I know it, Troy!" she said, "It was just a joke. Loosen up there!" she laughed, "You don't like talking about this stuff, do you?"

"Uh, no!" Troy said, telling the obvious.

Sharpay looked around, licking her lips, "Hm…" she mumbled, "So what exactly did you want from me? To give you a few pointers? Tell you what girls like? What?"

"I honestly don't know…" Troy said, "But Zeke gave me the impression that you…"

"Oh, don't believe everything Zeke tells you." Sharpay replied, getting up from the chair. She turned to a drawer, and started going through it.

"So… you didn't sleep with him?" Troy asked.

"Oh, I slept with him all right!" Sharpay said. Her head was buried in the drawer, so she didn't see Troy's cheeks turning red. "Plenty of times, but I dunno what he told you about me."

"Nothing bad." Troy managed to say, "He just said that you really knew what you were doing."

"I do…!" Sharpay said. She turned around and looked at him, "But you must have some idea of why you came to me, otherwise you wouldn't have done it."

"Okay then…" Troy said, "I'm not hundred percent sure of what I want from you. I just want your help. I need to be more secure before I go to the next level with Gabby. You're her friend, you want good things for her, right?"

Sharpay finally stood up from the drawer and closed it. She whipped her hair away from her face, and took a seat in the chair again, Indian style, "I like Gabby, I talk to her. I wouldn't call myself her friend, but I guess it would be nice to have her stop complaining about you not kissing her."

"She mentions that?" Troy asked.

Sharpay rolled her eyes, "All the time. Now tell me, Bolton; what do you know? You know about condoms, right?" she opened her hand and showed something to him.

"Yeah, I'm not stupid!" Troy said, pushing the condom package away, along with her hand, "I'm serious, Sharpay, so stop joking around with it!"

"I'm sorry," Sharpay said, shooting him a secret smile. She threw the package on the coffee table, and looked at Troy again, expectantly.

"What now?"

"Tell me!" she demanded, "What is on your mind? What do you want from me? I'm not a mind reader, Troy. I don't get why you're so embarrassed by this whole sex-subject, but you are. Though for me to help you, you need to talk to me about it."

"I just…" Troy said, "I'd like to learn how to do normal stuff. Like kiss and all."

"See, now you're using ´and all´ again." Sharpay said, "I cannot understand what ´and all´ means. You need to make that clear for me."

Troy sighed. God, did she have to be so annoying? She was extremely arrogant, and just kept on pushing him and pushing him until he couldn't take it anymore. But then again, it was himself who had come to her in the first place. And it did seem like she just wanted to help him… Believe it or not.

"First," he said, "I need you to promise that this is between us. No-one will know about this."

"Sure, must be tough for your ego." Sharpay replied.

"Excuse me?"

"Well, it's not fun being the last one to do a girl," Sharpay said, "I guess it's like prestige for boys to do it, huh? Ryan told me so, after all, he haven't nailed anyone yet." She laughed to herself and leaned back in her chair. "But yeah, I can promise that."

"Fine," Troy said, "You need to tell me how to do it correctly. What does girls like and a-" he stopped when Sharpay gave him a killer-look, "…and what don't they like?"

She rolled her eyes, "I don't understand why this is such a big deal for you, Bolton. It's gonna be Gabby's first time too, so it's not like she's gonna have anything to compare you to. And then you can work it out together. She's a virgin too, you know."

"I know," Troy said, "I just want it to be perfect. She means a lot to me, and I guess I'm afraid that she'll leave me if I don't do good enough."

Sharpay laughed, "Or maybe you cant take the fact that you don't have more experience than her. She told me too about her ex-boyfriend, God, they made out like bunnies, he was really hot."

"Way to step on a man, who's lying down." Troy commented.

"Fine, fine, fine." Sharpay said, "But knowing you, Bolton. That must be the reason." She paused and looked at him, "I'm glad I got to see this side of you. At least you aren't so perfect after all, huh smarty-pants?"

Troy groaned, "Did you want to help me then?"

Sharpay got a mysterious smile on her lips, and an evil glimpse in her eye, "Sure." She said, "But we need to do it my way…"

Uh-oh! Troy sighed, and slapped a hand against his forehead, "And what does that involve?"

"First;" Sharpay said, "I'll teach you a few things, because I know quite a lot." She padded the arm of the chair and squeezed her eyebrows together, "You just need to take a break from Gabby, and then you are free for help."

"Excuse me!?" Troy said, "A break? What are you gonna do to me?"

Sharpay rolled her tongue across her lips seductively and looked at him, "You never know. It's just so we're sure you don't do anything you'll regret." She stood up and found her way around the coffee table. She sat down next to him, and suggestively placed a hand on his shoulder, "You see?"

"Uhm…" Troy swallowed hard, "Yeah…!" he quickly stood up and went for her door, "But I guess you wont do this for free, am I right?"

"Nothing goes by you, Bolton." Sharpay smirked.

"What do you want from me?"

"This may sound really stupid…" Sharpay began, "Maybe even more stupid than your problem, but… I need a friend."

"Say what?"

"I need a friend." Sharpay said, turning off the aura that made him leave the couch, "Someone to do stuff with. Like, go to the mall, carry my bags for me. Like, do my homework too."

"Is that your idea of a friend?" Troy asked.

Sharpay smiled at him, "Yeah, and I guess that's why I haven't really had that many in the past."

"Okay then." Troy said, "Just keep it to a minimum."

Sharpay laughed, her brown eyes shooting him a sceptical look, "I'll try, Bolton."

"I'll talk to Gabriella tomorrow, I guess…" Troy said, "And thanks for doing this, Sharpay."

Sharpay licked her lips again, getting that look in her eyes that Troy didn't like, "My pleasure, Bolton."

Troy looked at her. He wasn't sure what she meant by that, but he was sure that he didn't like it. He turned for the door, and opened it, "I'll just go home now then. See ya' tomorrow."

Just as he was ready to leave, Sharpay's voice stopped him;

"Hey, Bolton!?"

He turned around to face her.

She grabbed the pack of condoms from the table and threw it to him, "Go nuts."

I don't know what is up with me. This story is like flowing, and I really enjoy writing it, but I guess that should be a good thing. It's funny to write Sharpay different from what I've written her before. I hope you don't find this story too…. I dunno know, out there? But that's the idea of it anyway… Please, leave me a review?

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