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Jealousy
Another day at school. Another Tuesday of eight hours of notes and books and tests. Thousands upon thousands of seconds of "What year.." and "Who said this…" and he's angry through it all. So angry because he can't seem to keep from being angry and that only seems to frustrate him more.
She stands there by her locker. Her skirt set perfectly against her hips and an expensive name brand shirt covering those breasts that he's seen so many sleepless nights before. Her hair falls in sun golden curls down her back and her glossed lips are pursed into a trade mark pout that she would never dare try to use on him. It's such a mirror of perfection that he wants to judge the reality of it all, and he wants to dare anything else to even try to rival her. She is standing by her locker and he is standing there with her.
And he's so angry and he's so jealous, and he's so sick because he's so angry and jealous. He watches from afar as the boy standing so close to her laces an arm around he slender waist.
"Zeke, come on baby, not right now." Her voice is somewhat playful but Ryan can tell that beneath her cute tone her words are serious. Zeke doesn't catch on at all. He continues to pull Sharpay against him and Ryan's fist begin to curl involuntarily.
"I mean it, Zeke." Her words are a bit stronger but not strong enough, and he wonders why she doesn't retaliate harder. She's the Ice Queen. The leader. The domination over everyone who stands in her way, and fuck, why doesn't she try a little bit harder?
Zeke takes hold of her chin, an idiotic grin plastered on his features, and begins to pull her face up to kiss her. And he doesn't seem to realize that she doesn't want this, that she couldn't possible want him.
"Stop, Zeke." And Ryan tells himself to stop. He screams over and over again in his head to keep his feet from moving. To keep his fist from clenching. To keep this from happening, because nothing good could come of it, but his mind doesn't seem to work anymore. He cannot seem to listen to his own pleas of 'Don't do this' as he makes his way over to Zeke and Sharpay and in one quick movement connects his fist in Zeke's jaw.
He's never punched anybody before and it hurts. His hand hurts and his mind hurts and he wants to shut out the world because he didn't mean to do it. He hurt her more by trying to save her, and the consequences of his actions is lying there on the school floor with a bloodied nose.
He's sent home early that day and finds himself suspended for a week, because there's no fighting in school. There's now trying defend your sister because you're so fucking jealous that all rationality is thrown out of your mind, out of the window, and off the face of the earth.
She comes into his room without so much as a knock. Not that he would ever expect one from her. Her usually perfect hair is matted around her neck and her face is flushed, and now it's her turn to be angry. It's her turn to be so furious that nothing else seems to matter.
"Why in the hell did you do that?" She screams at him and they both silently thank God that their parents aren't home.
"You didn't want him to touch you." He answers back. His voice is calm and he doesn't move from the position that he has found so comforting on his bed.
"That doesn't matter! You can't do this Ryan. You can't be my protector! God, how could you do this?"
He wants to be calm, because one of them needs to be calm. He wants to tell her that he's sorry, that he never meant to do it. But Ryan Evans wants a lot of things.
"Because I didn't want him to touch you !" He bursts out quite suddenly. He scares her and he scares himself. "Because I can't stand to see him touch you. Because I can't stand to see anyone touch you. Because you're supposed to be mine….because you're supposed to want me and only me."
He watches as her face falls. He watches as she wilts in front him and acknowledges the sickening truth that his words have hurt her. He wishes to take them back, to take everything back. But Ryan Evans wishes for a lot of things.
"You promised." He voice is soft and her eyes glisten with tears that threaten to fall like the lies that have corrupted their lives for years. "You promised me this wouldn't happen. You promised me that you'd never be jealous. You promised that nothing we ever did together would bind us. You promised me that there would be no promises, Ryan."
And he knows. He knows that the rule of there sick, little game was that there was never supposed to be rules at all. He knows it all so fucking much, but when blonde hair starts to haunt his dreams, when soft hands is something that he can never seem to escape in his mind, when he feels that he can never truly get enough of her, that's when he begins to lose control. "I did promise, Sharpay. But you've ruined me. You've taken everything from me until all that is left is you, and I can't watch as they touch you. I can't watch as they kiss you. Because I know that I love you Sharpay. Because I know that no one will ever be good enough after you. Because I know that you will never love someone as much as you love me."
She's crying now, and he's sorry. He's so sorry, but she needed to know, and he needed to tell her. He runs to hold her, and she lets him. He whispers little words of comfort in her ear and she lets him. He kisses those lips that have cursed him for good and she lets him, and for one more night to add on to the dozens that have been in the past, he lays her on his bed to continue to play the devils game, and she lets him. Because no one will ever be as good. No one will ever care as much, and no one could ever possibly understand this language that they have built through their bodies for them and only them.
