This isn't really that great of a chapter, but I'm almost done with the chapter after this so I'll be updating soon... Wow... no rants today. Well... bye.
Troy's POV
I looked at Sharpay, genuinely confused. It was like everything was explained, why she was back… why she hated me so much… how she knew I as 'the golden boy'. "Why are you here?" Were the only words I could think to say.
Sharpay sighed and stood up. "Look, I don't want to be here just as much, if not more than you don't want me here." She said, stepping back a little bit. "But unfortunately, I can't get out of your face until I can get back to my happy little world in Brooklyn, but apparently, dear old dad had no intentions of leaving me there after he was gone, so now I just need some way to get back there."
"What are you talking about?" I asked. My mind jus wasn't registering at this point, I mean, the last time I saw her was when I was like, fourteen… of course IO read about her and all, I saw her in the tabloids and everything (you don't know how many guys asked me for her number), but she was like a celebrity, she didn't know nor did she care about the little people. She didn't come popping up to visit.
I could tell this wasn't easy for her. She looked away uncomfortably. "If I'm going to finish senior year there… I would have been relying on whatever your dad left me to finish the year there… unfortunately, he didn't leave me anything at all."
My brain finally put the pieces together. "So you need me to give you the money? Is that really all you came here for?" I asked, my confusion turning to anger. "Now? In the middle of all of this? You know, you spent a lot of your life trying to screw over my dad… now that he's one, can't you just leave him alone?" I asked, trying not to cry… it would have totally made me seem way more pathetic.
"Hey! You have no clue what your dad did to me! He ruined my life!" She screamed, no longer bothering to try to kiss up to me.
"You've been saying that for the past six years! The man adopted you for crying out loud! Why do you hate him so much?" I asked.
"Okay, I know he's your dead old man and all, and you have to defend him…. but you have no idea what happened six years ago so don't even try to pretend like you do." She said, turning to walk away, but then she stopped. "Oh, and by the way, your dad wasn't the saint you think he is... in fact, just ask anyone, he wasn't a hero, in fact your dad was a straight up jackass."
I couldn't even say anything. That was the last thing I needed to hear right now. I could feel tears welling up in my eyes. I just stood there… on the verge of tears. I looked up at Sharpay. And strangely enough, I didn't see the icy, perpetually angry Sharpay that I was used to. This Sharpay actually looked… guilty. "Look Troy I didn't mean for it to sound so…" I didn't bother listening to whatever else she had to say. Soon I was walking away from the room, then I was running. Even though I had no clue where was or where I was going, I just had to get out of there.
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Sharpay's POV
I collapsed on the bed in Kelsi's room. "So I'm guessing the hole Troy thing didn't work out so well." Kelsi said from her mirror, where she was busy trying to pop a zit on the left side of her chin.
"It went just about as well I did at that boarding school in Milwaukee." I said, putting my hands over my face.
Kelsi laughed. "I remember that, on our first day you exposed a teacher student dating scandal via intercom. I hope you don't mind me using that sometime in a script or something."
I sat up. "Okay, first of all, I have bigger things to worry about than that, and second of all, for the record, it was their own fault for forgetting to tell me not to press the little red button."
"Whatever." Kelsi said, still trying to pop that zit. "What I don't get is why do you still feel so bad bout it? I've never seen you liked this…"
"I know… but it never wouldn't have happened if he didn't go all sad puppy on me, I mean usually, when I say stuff like that, people yell back at me, or threaten to get me expelled or something along those lines. He cried, I mean, he actually was about to cry. And he ran… I don't know, he made me want to go hug him or… apologize." I scrunched up my face.
"No worries, Troy has that effect on people. He's just that kind of guy. It's like pathetic… only it works for him." Kelsi said, finally turning around.
"No one can make pathetic work. I've seen people try. It just ends up looking like a five year old who just got put in time out." I said, crossing my arms.
"Not Troy… he's just that good, I mean, even though you totally dominated the world of posh parties and private schools, he's lived in it too." Kelsi said, sitting down next to me.
"Damn sad puppy." I mumbled, before getting up. "I've got to go Kels. I'll catch up with you later."
"Okay. Tell me how it all works out." Kelsi called.
I nodded and left… this was all so foreign to me, I couldn't believe that the son of the guy I hated so much was making me feel so… bad.
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Troy's POV
It was Monday. And I still couldn't stop thinking about Sharpay… it was like I felt like I was supposed to hate her, but at the same time, it was like I wanted to ask her if she was okay, which was really dumb considering she was the one who was calling my dad a jackass. But still, she did save me from a very memorable moment with the paparazzi back at the press conference, and before I knew who she was she was pretty interesting… and as you can guess, these weren't the best thoughts to be running through my head in the middle of math class. I was only pulled out of my thoughts when I heard the bell ring.
"Hey Troy!" I heard a high pitched voice call.
I turned around quickly. "Sharpay?" I asked.
But to my relief/disappointment, it wasn't her. "What's a Sharpay?" Gabriella asked, wrapping her arms around my shoulders. "Never mind that, I'm so sorry for what happened at the press conference… I should have been way more sensitive to your condition." She said, making it a little too obvious that she had practiced this in her mirror for a half an hour before school. "So, can we just forget about everything I said?"
"Yeah… sure, whatever." I said, pushing her arms off of my shoulders.
"Are you okay Troy? I mean… ever since Saturday you've been sort of… I don't know… spaced out. Was it something I said? Because you know I didn't mean a word of it." She said, leaning against the locker next to mine as I twisted the dial.
"It's not you, Gabriella, it's no big deal… I've just got a lot on my mind right now… you understand that right? Because that's it." I said, looking at her, all of a sudden comparing her to Sharpay in my mind… Sharpay was definitely taller than Gabriella, and slightly more slender… but there was also something else different about them… Sharpay seemed more confident… way fiercer than Gabriella ever was, like she was ready if anyone randomly decided to fight her. With Gabriella…. It was like she was leaning on me, like if I just decided to break up with her at this moment… she'd have nothing. Then the thoughts of me leaving Gabriella drifted across my mind, I shook it off though, Gabriella and I were like, set in stone… unchangeable. And if we ever did decide to break up… the school wouldn't accept it. But it wasn't like that was going to happen anytime soon anyways, so it was just a waist of time thinking about it.
"Good, I'm just you don't have to take any time off of school, I mean, we have to practice for the school musical and everything." Gabriella squealed excitedly.
"But we haven't even auditioned yet…" I pointed out.
Gabriella rolled her eye at me. "Even if there was anyone in this school good enough to stand even a half a chance at getting the leads, they wouldn't dare going against us."
This was sad… but true. But Gabriella didn't have to be so blunt about it. I mean, I guess I wasn't quite okay with Gabriella being so… well… bitchy about everything. But it wasn't like I could do anything about that… I mean that kind of stuff only happens in Disney movies made for tween girls. So I just let it happen, which I wasn't necessarily okay with either, but still, this was jut another one of those things where it wasn't like I had much of a choice.
Gabriella tapped me on my shoulder, forcing me to focus back on her. "Troy… can we use free period to rehearse? I asked Miss Darbus if we could use the stage, she said it touched her how dedicated we were to getting the parts! Anyways I was thinking about adding choreography to our routines because the whole girl-next-door-meet-basketball-star thing is getting kind of played out, so I thought we should make it more exciting, you know? Wait, Troy? Are you even listening?"
"Huh?" I looked up at her. "Oh… yeah, choreography is fine… whatever, but I can't do free period, I have this huge history paper to work on, and I won't pass this class if I don't get a good grade on this. So… I can't really just blow it to practice for the auditions." I said, with my best, 'sorry, you'll just have to stick it out without me' look.
Gabriella looked at me as if I was the most pitiful thing she had ever seen. "Listen Troy, with all he things going on in your life, I understand that you'd want to bury yourself in work… but I really need you for this musical… I mean think about it Troy, this is our senior year musical! This is the one that everyone is going to be referring back to for the rest of our lives! This isn't something to be taken as lightly as you think Troy, this is a very, very big thing for the both of us Troy, you shouldn't let yourself get in the way of that."
That was so incorrect in so many ways. First of all, burying myself in my work? I wasn't burying myself in my work, I was trying to pass senior year. And frankly, doing this musical did seem like more work than writing that paper at his point. I mean, it was fun freshmen year when it was just for fun… but it had seriously turned into a total chore, there were no more laughs, no more kidding around. Now it was all hardcore work, which totally terminated the point. "Sorry Gabs, can't afford to bomb this paper." I said plainly with a shrug.
Gabriella dropped the whole sympathetic thing and gave me an angry look. "Troy, you know how important this is to me… and don't worry about that dumb paper, I'll write the dumb paper for you if it's that big a deal to you. Just show up in the auditorium in free period. Okay?"
"Fine…" I said, not particularly satisfied with this out come, but if it meant getting a good grade on my paper my paper then I was down.
Gabriella's face lifted back to a smile. "Okay! I'll see you free period!" She said perkily and walked away. I could tell, this wasn't really going to be that great of a day.
Okay, I personally didn't like how I wrote that one... but I'll have a better one coming up, I think I can finish it by tomorrow. So... yeah. Wow... still no rants. Well... bye.
