DISCLAIMER : I do not own any of these characters, from Twilight or Cruel Intentions, or the part of the plotline that comes from Cruel Intentions. I also do not own any HSM characters that make appearances in this post.

AN: I watched HSM 3 with my cousin and she insisted I write something in which Sharpay wins. Lol. She's in love with the idea of this story so I thought I'd humor her with a chapter with Sharpay. She fits together well enough. Even if you hate the HSM series, this chapter's main purpose is to go deeper into some of the characters' feelings. If you really have a problem with HSM characters, then change Sharpay's name to Michelle or something. =] This post is mainly a filler because I haven't gotten a review. =[

If Hearts Could Explode

Arianna Lillian

Chapter 4

Rosalie groaned. She had made it through a day being nice to the twit she was going to ruin. Kathryn had always been better at acting nice. Rosalie had more of a temper and Emmett had stepped in to calm her down more than once. She pulled into her driveway, sighed, and pulled back out, driving down to the family stables. Rosalie climbed the ladder inside and made it into the top part of the barn: her quiet place.

Rosalie hesitated, but dialed speed dial number 5. After holding the button down a few seconds, her phone read: Calling Sharpay. Sharpay was Rosalie's half sister from their mother's first marriage. Shar moved out as soon as she hit eighteen and managed to make it as a pop star. Now she called herself Ashley Tisdale, at least that was her identity as a singer.

A guy picked up the phone and talked nervously. "Hello. This is Ms. Tisdale's phone."

"Let me talk to her," Rose said, not wanting to deal with waiting.

"I'm sorry but Ms. Tisdale is not accepting phone calls right now."

Rosalie practically hissed. "Put fucking Sharpay on."

"How do you know–" He checked the number Rosalie was calling from. "Oh shit," he said under his breath.

Sharpay stormed into the room. The guy tried to put the phone on hold, but ended up hitting the speaker button instead.

Sharpay was showing no mercy. "You didn't put my sister through! What the fuck?! How did you even get a job here? You know what? Just leave. Don't even bother packing your things because I can't stand to be around such incompetence."

"What about my things," he squeaked out.

Sharpay shoved him out the door. "Hang around the dumpster, you piece of trash. Maybe I'll have someone throw your shit down the garbage shoot and you can get it then!" She slammed the door in his face and calmly picked up the phone. "Hey, hey, little sis!"

Rosalie's POV:

I was laughing already just hearing her transition. "I liked the garbage shoot line."

Sharpay sighed, "Well he was an idiot."

"Speaking of idiots," I ventured cautiously.

"Which one? That bitch Annette?"

"I meant me."

Shar didn't speak right away. "I know that tone. Is this about Emmett?"

"No," I said unconvincingly. I couldn't lie to Sharpay; she was the one who taught me to lie in the first place. "I need help." I told her the story about Emmett and I helping Kathryn to destroy Bella.

"Well she sounds like a regular Gabriella," Sharpay said. Then I practically heard her smiling, "Or, at least, she sounds like the old Gabriella."

"How did you manage that anyway?"

Sharpay was happy to tell me; it was a major triumph for her. "Troy hated Berkeley and I got Chad drunk enough one night to send Troy a text about how he chose his girl over his best friend. Troy felt bad and transferred to U of A after the first semester. I let Troy have an ego boost by thinking he had two girlfriends, me and Gabriella. He did, but only because I let him. I let him see me with someone else and he got protective. I explained that if he was cheating, so was I. So he went after more than a few girls, succeeding a lot. All the while I was befriending Gabriella. She came down for a visit and found out Troy was cheating. I convinced her to get revenge on the girl she caught him with and she liked manipulating. Now we're great friends." She laughed a laugh all too familiar to me.

"I can't do that. I want Bella ruined, not on my side. Kathryn insisted on self-destruction."

"My favorite," I heard through the line.

"Emmett told her we're dating to make my revenge sweeter. So now, as far as the school's concerned, we're a couple."

Sharpay didn't speak for a few seconds, "And you're okay with this?"

I hated that she knew me so well sometimes. "Yeah, why wouldn't I be?"

Sharpay didn't hesitate this time. "You don't want to hurt yourself. If you're going to live the lie, make sure you don't convince yourself it's a reality. Trust me."

"What do you mean 'trust me'?"

I heard Sharpay sigh. "I knew why Troy wanted me. Gabi wasn't putting out and he knew I would. He's a guy. I jus convinced myself that he was in love with me but was too nice to break it off with Gabriella over the phone or something."

I felt that thing again, I think normal people call it sympathy. "Shar… He's not good enough for you. He never was. You deserve someone who worships you, someone who's up to your standards. We're the best."

Sharpay paused, "Yeah, I know, right?" She chuckled, "Now that we're friends Gabi puts out. Ha. I love corrupting people sometimes. She's much better now, doesn't get pushed aside." I thought I had misdirected her, but she was pretty aware of all my tricks. "About Emmett…"

I nodded, though she obviously didn't see that. "Honestly, sometimes I feel like he's different. But I always write it off as nothing and assume its because I want him sometimes. Bad. But I don't let him have me completely. I'm not positive I know why that is."

Sharpay analyzed that bit. I would have a half-sister that majored in psychology. "You've seen him work, you're nearly positive he has numbed himself to emotional attraction to women and you don't want to be seen the same way. It's understandable."

I went on. "And sometimes I feel like he could be more to me than what he is, but I tell myself it's because we're two of a kind and hook up more than anyone I know."

Sharpay cautioned me again, "You're treading a dangerous path. Don't let this friends with benefits thing get out of hand; don't let yourself use that as a pseudo relationship. Be in control of your subconscious."

"You almost sound like Kathryn."

"No Kathryn probably said, 'don't fall in love, ever.' I'm not so pessimistic. I say go for love, but make sure the guy loves you first. Don't get hung up over some guy who doesn't appreciate you enough to adore you. But then again, I haven't gone through what she has," she added. "I have to go, though sis. Tons of work to do, sorry. Love you, Rose. Call me if anything else happens. Toodles!"

I hung up, actually feeling a little bit better. I thought I would call Emmett. I didn't waste time on any small talk once he answered. "Take me to Homecoming," I didn't ask.

Emmett paused for a second, not expecting me to be so blunt, so soon. "Okay. This coming Friday?"

My heart leapt and I mentally punished myself. "Yes. I give you the details tomorrow. Plan on red. You better get me flowers."

3rd Person POV

Emmett answered quickly. "Red will look good on you. A dozen flowers is too cliché. I'll wear a red rose on my tux and find some flowers for you, maybe a mixture of white and pink roses. I'll figure it out for you Rose."

"Great! You can pick me up tomorrow now."

Emmett smiled, "Good. Glad to hear it. I would look bad if my girlfriend and I drove separately."

Rosalie thought of Sharpay's advice and used Kathryn's traditional lack of emotion to get through that jab at her heart. "And Bella has to believe I'm in love with you. You're lucky I'm an amazing actress." If I wasn't, this conversation would be completely different and I would probably be crying, screaming at you for not seeing the truth about my feelings. She briefly thought to herself, then, again, mentally punished herself.

Emmett responded plainly, "Yes she does. See you tomorrow, love." He hung up.

Rosalie hung up and then threw her candle across the room in frustration, shattering the glass holder. "Damn it," she screamed and slammed her hands down. Then she threw her phone at the wall as well.

Kathryn knocked on the door, "Promise you won't hit me with anything if I come in?"

Rosalie practically growled, "Promise."

Kathryn walked in. "Sharpay texted me."

"Well news travels fast doesn't it?"

Kathryn sat on the bed beside Rosalie. "You didn't tell me that you and Emmett were now pretending to date, so I can tell you're worried about getting hurt."

Rose rolled her eyes. "Don't worry, I know all about the advice that's coming. 'Don't fall in love… You'll only get hurt…' I know all that. I know what happened to you. I hear you yelling in your sleep some nights! I was the one you called right after he was hit and right after his journal surfaced!"

Kathryn put a hand up to silence her. "You don't get to bring up Sebastian."

"Kathryn, I'm sorry. I didn't mean to bring him up. I was taking everything out on you."

Kathryn stood up. "I – I know. Just ruin the bitch and be careful with Emmett, that's all." She walked out of the room and shut the door behind her.

Rosalie groaned and picked up the closest thing to her, a picture on her table beside her bed, ready to throw it.

"Don't throw the frame! I bought it for you," Kathryn said in a singsong voice from the hallway.

Rosalie frowned knowing that she was holding the exact frame Kathryn was talking about. She actually looked at it now. It was a picture of just her, Sharpay, and Kathryn. Rosalie pulled apart the frame, now looking at the group of pictures stashed behind the first one. There was some lame family picture and there was a picture of her and Emmett at the freshman year Homecoming dance.

"I Do Not Hook Up" by Kelly Clarkson began blasting from Rosalie's phone, alerting her of something she had put on her calendar. She and Alice had set it, laughing at the irony of it being her ringtone. Aside from the reminder, she also had a text, from Kate: Don't forget, game tonight at 6:30.

"Shit." Rosalie groaned and texted back: Thanks, I forgot. Lol. She grabbed her uniform and her field hockey stick and quickly got changed. Just as Rosalie finished buttoning her uniform skirt, her phone vibrated again.

Rumor has it there's a club game going on for the Avalanche Elite. It's some intense baseball team. They're famous for being brutally hot.

Rosalie groaned, and replied: I'm dating Emmett again.

Kate's reply was rather quick: So you can't look? And maybe get a number... or four? =D

Rose didn't reply, she just grinned. She could do that. She couldn't "cheat" because it would shatter her "friendship" with Bella, but she could definitely tease some of them so she had someone for after the bet. And besides, it's not cheating if you don't get caught, right?

But then Rosalie's phone vibrated again. She knew it wasn't Kate because Kate wasn't one to "double–text." Rose picked up her phone and saw that the text was from a restricted number. Hey slut. I know what you did last Summer. And no, this isn't some cheesy horror movie. I know all about that dead guy. You'll hear from me further and you'll do what I say… Unless you want everyone to know you're a murdered. Later bitch.

Rosalie dropped the phone. "No fucking way."