AN: Thank-you to those who reviewed! It means a lot to me! So TADA! Here is the next chapter dedicated to you guys! Kisses!
She unlocked the door to the apartment, the smell of a home-cooked meal reaching her nose. The brightly decorated open-concept that worked as both the kitchen and living room was littered with articles of clothing. She dropped the grocery bags she had by the fridge and quickly tied her blonde hair into a ponytail. .
"I'm home."
"No kiss?" a dark-haired girl replied.
"Funny, very funny."
"I know."
"For once."
1 second…2 seconds…3 seconds…4 seconds…5 sec-
"HEY!"
An apple went flying towards her head, hitting her right between the eyes.
"You're such a bitch, Svetlana."
"I love you too."
"Somebody other than yourself."
"I have an orange in my hand."
"That's not the only round thing you've had in your hand."
THUD!
"Ouch."
Troy was sitting in homeroom with the rest of the gang. It was the second day back at school and the day after Sharpay had revealed herself. Already Sharpay had been able to turn the gears on the rumour mill and make everything spiral out of control. Yet, to him, the worse of it all was that she had broken his heart.
Or was him that broke her heart first?
Where was his Sharpay; the Sharpay that had thrived for his attention, the Sharpay that batted her eyelashes at him, the Sharpay that giggled at his lame attempts at jokes?
Now it seemed as if the roles were reversed. Of course, he didn't bat his eyelashes at her, but the point was it was him thriving for her attention now. Attention that he wanted – no, attention that he needed. His heart ached for her. It hurt him to know that she wasn't the same bubbly girl around him anymore.
As somebody walked past his desk, they knocked off his textbook from his desk. Troy bent over to pick up his textbook which landed underneath his desk.
"Boo."
Troy jumped in his seat, banging his head on the desk.
Svetlana's laughter filled the room as she brushed by him to get to her seat in the back corner, where Sharpay already was. And written across Sharpay's face was a mocking smirk.
"Hey! That was unnecessary, Svetlana!" Gabriella scolded.
"Oh please, spare me the lecture Saint Gabriella. I don't need to be told about the horrific consequences of my actions, at least not by you. You didn't think about the consequences of your actions, you filthy hypocrite."
Speechless, Gabriella sank into her chair, head bent with her hair covering her face.
"You okay?" Ryan asked. Gabriella looked up and nodded, even though her lips were trembling and tears were building up in her eyes.
"Good morning class! Attendance starting with Taylor Abbott…"
"Troy, over here! Troy, I'm open!" Chad screamed, during a game of basketball in gym class.
Troy quickly threw the ball over to Chad as he saw Ryan closing in. It hit Chad in the head, knocking him to the ground.
"What was that for?" Chad groaned.
"Sorry, my bad." Troy chuckled at his friend.
"Oh, so you are capable of sorrys then?" Svetlana announced, shocked.
"What is your problem, Svetlana?" Chad jumped up, yelling.
"My problem? I have no problem, but you obviously do with your temper. I hear that certain medications can cause changes in mood." Svetlana said scathingly.
Flabbergasted, Chad stayed silent as the whispers filled his ears.
"Are you alright, Chad?" Taylor asked her boyfriend. He had been silent since gym class, and only gave a shake of his head and began to consume his lunch.
"What happened to him Troy?" Taylor questioned, her voice laced with worry.
Troy described the incident to Taylor that had occurred during gym class. As he began to finish, Chad left the lunch table.
"But he's doesn't take any prescription pills!" Taylor exclaimed.
"I don't think that's it Taylor." Troy said. "But I don't think Svetlana is truly in the wrong here. Chad has been acting moody lately. Have you noticed anything?"
"Nonsense! Chad's been himself with me the whole time we've been together."
"You'll let me know then if anything happens that might seem strange?" Troy said.
"Of course. Wait until I get my hands on that little whore…making my Chad feel so…so…"
"I don't think that's going to help the situation, Taylor. We'll just have to wait for Chad to see that Svetlana is all wrong." Troy reasoned.
At that time, the cheerleader table erupted into laughter and giggles. In the middle of the table sat Sharpay and Svetlana.
"Oh my goodness, I can't believe you did that Svet!" one cheerleader exclaimed.
"I hate you Sharpay…" she grumbled.
"Isn't she a doll?" Sharpay chirped, pinching Svetlana's cheeks while flashing the rest of the group a dazzling smile.
More laughter.
"Hey Troy!" the quarterback of the school called.
"What's up man?"
"We're having an auction. A people auction. The school's auctioning off all the sports teams captains to raise money for homecoming. 24 hours of service to the highest bidder."
"Sounds cool."
"Yeah, definitely. You'll go for the highest though." the football player laughed.
"You never know."
"Oh, but I do." a blonde cheerleader interrupted. "After we heard what you did Troy, none of the cheerleaders feel it's morally right to support you anymore. Therefore, none of the cheerleaders will be bidding on you." she said and walked away.
The quarterback let out more laughter before saying "Dude, whatever you did to get them mad, better hope to get back in their good graces."
Troy was walking out the front doors of East High to get to the student parking lot, when a bunch of girls in red uniforms walked by glaring at him. Shaking it off, Troy slipped into his truck.
Whatever was going on, he was sure it was no coincidence. Trying to exit the parking lot was always chaotic since students were rushing back home to prepare for after-school activities.
Just when Troy began to drive out, he had to brake and stop again. A sleek, black Ferrari had driven by, nearly causing a collision between the two vehicles.
And Troy knew exactly who it was. He could tell by the black nails with the airbrushed white 'S' on each fingernail. Bitch.
She knew those words would get to Gabriella and Chad. She was the one who created them, Svetlana only spoke them. It was like she was the director of a musical, making actors do whatever she wanted to do. Unfortunately, she wasn't able to get this on camera. If only she could.
She held the power in her hands.
She was the bitch, almighty, and supreme.
She is Sharpay.
Quoting Britney: It's Sharpay, bitch.
AN: I FINALLY updated, lol. Sorry for any spelling errors. Make sure to drop a review if you can. Love: V.