Hi to you all. You guys are so amazing. You just review me all the time, and I'm grateful for that. That is what keeps me writing, and such. I know it sounds corny, but it is the truth. And so here is the next chapter. I know I said I wouldn't be able to update because I had work today, but my stupid foot wouldn't let me go, and it wouldn't let me go to school either, so I have plenty of time.

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Her Heartbeat

Chapter 3.

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Laugh when nothing's funny, Dance when there's no music,
Sing like you've never sung before, Love till it hurts,
Cry when you're sad, Smile when you're happy,
And always live each day like its your LAST

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Sharpay sighed and threw herself by her desk in homeroom.

Her heart wouldn't stop pounding, it was really getting on her nerves. It was like, it begged her to go lie down. Well, too bad. She was at school, so that was not an opportunity. She slowly reached her hand up and placed it on her chest, hoping the heat would calm it down, but with no luck.

Instead of getting calmer, it started beating faster when she caught Troy looking at her.

Great, Sharpay thought to herself, he must think I'm some freak now.

She turned around, still with a hand on her chest, and starred right into Ryan's angry eyes.

"What are you doing, Shar?" he asked.

"Uhm…" she didn't know what to say, "I was just… playing... with my necklace." She smiled, brushing her neck, but then she paused, "And then was when I realized that I didn't wear a necklace today."

"Do you feel bad, Shar?" Ryan asked, his voice low, "Because if you do, you should go home and lie down. You know what doc. G told you. It's better to be safe than sorry."

"I know," Sharpay replied, placing her hands on the table, taking his, "But it's not that bad. And I'm going to see him today, so I'll get a check up. Nothing to worry about, okay?"

"Okay." Ryan said. He let go of her hands and brushed past her to his own seat.

Sharpay opened her purse and quickly went through it, looking for the note Matt had written her this morning. She'd just hand it to Mrs. Darbus, even though it was during math she wouldn't be there. When she found it, she stood up and approached Mrs. Darbus. "Mrs. Darbus?"

Mrs. Darbus looked up, a smile on her face with the sight of her favourite student, "Oh, Sharpay dear. What can I do for you?"

"I need to have some time off today." Sharpay explained, handing her the note, "Matt wrote it all there."

Mrs. Darbus looked at the note, and read it, a frown forming on her face. When she was done, she looked up, questions in her eyes, "Why do you need to go to the doctor?"

"It's just a routine check-up." Sharpay said. It really wasn't a lie, because it was a check-up, just not the kind of check-up that Mrs. Darbus imagined.

"Well then," Mrs. Darbus said, "It's a little stupid that it's during school, but I know how doctors can be. Of course you can go, Sharpay."

"Thank you, Mrs. Darbus!" Sharpay smiled. She turned around to find her seat again, when Mrs. Darbus' voice stopped her.

"I see you've decided to sign up for the audition anyway?"

Sharpay turned around, "Yeah, we have." She paused, "We'll have to rehearse the dance during the weekend, and then we'll be ready to audition Monday."

"That's good to know." Mrs. Darbus said, "Because what would I do without my star students?"

Sharpay shot her one of her fabulous Hollywood-smiles, and found her seat again.

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She was flipping through a magazine, not really reading anything. She just loved to look at the pictures. She loved to check out what was in, or what was the newest hairstyle? It was all a part of being popular, you had to go with the flow, but still manage to be yourself.

Sharpay hated that.

Why couldn't people just be themselves, and still be popular? She hated the fact that if you wore some kind of clothes, or had glasses then you weren't cool. (A/N – no offence to people with glasses, it's not my opinion, it's my story's ;p My best friend has glasses)

It wasn't like she wanted to waste her time by being something she wasn't, but she didn't want to waste her time by not being popular either. She wished she could be both, because then she could be Sharpay.

She looked up as her name was called, and threw the magazine at the little table next to the chair, she'd been sitting in. She had always hated waiting rooms, but after some time she got used to them. She still hated the smell of hospitals though.

She slowly made her way across the floor, and through the hall, until she reached doctor Gellar's door. She knocked at it, just like always. She hated all this crap. She hated check-ups, she hated pills and she hated doctor Gellar.

No, she didn't hate him. He was actually a quite nice person. Always sweet and joking around. Plus, the nurse who helped him was male, and really good-looking. Too bad he was quitting. Sharpay knew who was gonna be there instead. Troy Bolton's mom. Could things get any better?

By the que of his voice, Sharpay opened the door, and stepped into the white room. The smell of drugs and only God knows what more, hit her like a train, and she almost wanted to step right back out.

"Well, long time no see, Sharpay." Doctor Gellar smiled, and took her hand to shake it.

"Hi, doc. G." Sharpay smiled, "Nice to see you."

Doctor Gellar dropped her hand, and showed her to the bed by the door. "Well, well, Sharpay," he began, "First; tell me how you've been doing since last month?"

Sharpay knew she couldn't lie to him, because no matter what, the tests they were going to do after, would tell him how she was, so she might as well do it herself, "I've been better." She begun, "These last couple of days my heart has been beating faster and faster, and it stings sometimes. I have been taking my pills and all."

"Okay…" doctor Gellar got a serious look on his face, "Hmm, I'll have to run some tests then. You know I'd have to do it anyway, so stop pretending that you're surprised."

Sharpay giggled, and lay back down on the bed. She really liked doctor Gellar, he wasn't just a doctor. He had been her doctor since they figured something was wrong when she was around 4 years old. She was close dieing back then. Her heart almost stopped.

The nurses and doctors didn't know how they could have possibly missed this when she was born and they did her check up. After all, a Ventikel Septum Defect wasn't a disease to really joke around with. If not taking care of, the patient would die. If they had found the hole back then, they could have done a surgery to fix it, but it was too late in the age of 4. Later they had also realized that she didn't have 2/3 part of her heart septum, and only one big heart valve. (A/N – I only know the Danish words for all these things, but I've tried to translate them as good as possible, but some of them weren't in my wordbook)

That meant that she was a avsd-commune child. Or if taken the big picture, just another heart child in the world.

Doctor Gellar hooked her to a few machines, and she relaxed completely, trying to block the beeps away from her brain. She wasn't doing a very good job, but as soon as doctor Gellar started talking to her, she managed not to think about it.

He asked her how school was coming along, how Brooke and Ben were doing, and how Ryan was holding up.

A half an hour later, he stopped the machines, and Sharpay sat up in the bed, stretching herself.

"Okay then," doctor Gellar said, "I'll have these worked out in the moment, and while Nurse Baxter run with them, we'll have a little chat, okay?"

"Sure," Sharpay said.

Nurse Baxter took the papers that doctor Gellar handed him, and hurried out the door. It would only take them around 10 minutes to see how she was doing, so there was no point in not waiting. But she suspected that doctor Gellar thought something wasn't right.

"What have you been doing since our last meeting, Sharpay?" he asked, "You haven't been dancing that much have you?"

Sharpay shook her head, "No, not at all. There haven't been musical these last months. And I haven't done gym class either."

"Then I don't understand." Doctor Gellar mumbled, "I don't understand how your heart can be doing so badly when you haven't done anything."

"But…" Sharpay trailed off, biting her lip, "There's this audition coming up, so please don't say I cant do it…"

"What does this audition revolve, Sharpay?"

"Ehm," Sharpay's hope sank, "Some dancing – hip hop to be exact."

"Then you already know the answer to that!" Doctor Gellar said, "I know you've done it before without damage, but I don't think you're doing your best right now. However, we'll see that when Nurse Baxter is back."

Sharpay sighed, "Okay, but I meant to ask you something else, I read something in a magazine. I cant remember which magazine, but it was a question for some doctors, and it mentioned a new sort of drug to help keep the heartbeat slower. Do you know anything about that?"

Doctor Gellar seemed surprised, "Oh, so you do read the subscription of ´Doctors´ that I gave you for your birthday, huh? I read it too, Sharpay, so don't try to pretend like you don't know where it came from."

Sharpay laughed.

"But I must disappoint you; the drug will not work for you, because you're avsd-commune positive, and it's for asvd-commune patients."

Sharpay's face sunk, "Oh, I though I'd be able to try something new out for once."

Doctor Gellar smiled, "Well, we have this other new drug, but we don't know if it'll work yet. You're supposed to take it once a month, and I actually wanted to ask you to try it out."

"Sure." Sharpay said, "Only once a month sounds weird though? What sorta of pill is that?"

"It's not a pill," doctor Gellar said, "It's an injection. You're supposed to get it in you arm, and it will, over time, build a fake septum, well not really, it will make your heart fell like you have it, which will keep your heartbeat down in special situations."

"What kind of situations?" Sharpay asked.

"When you're stressed or scared or nervous. Not really situations where you do exercise, but situations where your heart will start beating because of an emotion."

"Oh, that sounds really cool." Sharpay said, "Today I almost fainted because this guy looked at me, it was really creepy. My heart started beating faster after he looked at me, but luckily Ryan came in that moment to get my attention away from the other guy."

Doctor Gellar chuckled by the dreamy look in Sharpay's eyes. She must like that guy. "Well, then I guess you have no problem trying this out, then?"

Sharpay shook her head, "No, not at all."

"We'll schedule a meeting then. I'll need to talk to both Becca and Matt, and they'll have to sign a few papers." Doctor Gellar told her, "This is not a drug to joke around with. It's serious, and should be used properly."

"Like all other drugs." Sharpay said, sending him one of her smiles.

Just then Nurse Baxter came though the door, and handed doctor Gellar the papers. Doctor Gellar took them, and studied them close for a good 5 minutes, while Sharpay's heart started beating faster and faster because she was nervous. It would have been nice to have that new drug right there.

"This settles it then." Doctor Gellar finally said, slapping her journal close.

Sharpay breathed slowly in, closing her eyes, "Settles what?"

"You can't do the audition."

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After parking her car in the parking lot, Sharpay leaned her head against the wheel and cried.

She hated her life!

Now she couldn't do the audition. She was not to do any sort of exercise, because the numbers the tests had shown, had been shocking, and if she wanted to at least be able to go to school, she shouldn't overextend herself.

It was just so typical!

Gabriella would probably end up with the lead now that Sharpay herself couldn't audition. Yeah well, if Gabriella did the audition.

She had just convinced Ryan to let her, and then doc. G told her that if she did the dance, he couldn't take responsibility for the effects. He mentioned something about hospitals, pills, and the machine which was locked up in her closet at home.

Urgh!

If she had to stay home again, she'd just die. Last time, everyone had been asking Ryan questions about Sharpay's whereabouts, and someone had even tried to step by to see her. Of course Becca hadn't let them in, but after 3 weeks people had really started to become nervous of where she was.

Then when she was back, they were scared of her like always, but some tried to ask her what had happened, but she did as she normally did: Shrugged them off, and yelled ´move´.

Sharpay lifted her head and looked in the mirror. She quickly did her make-up and hurried inside the school to make it to her next class before people started leaving the cafeteria. She didn't really want them to question where she'd been during their last class, so she hoped to get to the right classroom fast.

When she walked by the cafeteria though, Ryan was right outside. He'd been waiting for her, she knew it. His face lit up by the sight of her, and she tried to get away, but he grabbed her. He dragged her inside to their table, and pushed her into a seat. "So? How did it go?"

Sharpay looked at his hopeful, worried face. She knew she'd promised him to tell him if she couldn't do the audition, but she just wanted to do it so much. And she knew he wanted to do it too. "It went good." She smiled, kicking herself for lying.

"Really?" Ryan's face lit up, "What did he say when you mentioned the audition?"

"Not much," Sharpay whispered, "I could do it, we just cant practise that much. Like one or two times I can, but you do it longer."

"Okay…" Ryan said, smiling at her, "That's good, you're doing great then."

"Yup," Sharpay smiled, "And there's this new sort of drug, that he wants Matt and Becca to take a look at, so we have an appointment Friday next week."

"Great Shar!" Ryan said, and hugged her.

"Yeah…" Sharpay mumbled, "Great…"

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When she later was looking at Mrs. Kirk, their English teacher, trying to take notes here and there of what she was saying, she couldn't believe herself. She'd lied to Ryan – and the only reason he had asked was because he was worried about her. Not because he wanted to punish her.

She felt disgusted with herself.

"So, I noticed you weren't there during Math? Where were you?"

Sharpay turned around and looked into Troy's blue eyes, "None of your damn business, Bolton!"

"Whoop, sorry I asked!" he held his hands before him, defending himself; "I was just curious. One minute you're there and the next you're not. I found it weird. At least I didn't ask Ryan like Taylor did."

"McKessie asked where I was?" Sharpay snapped, "That's none of her damn business."

"I saw the sign-up list." Troy then said, "So, you've decided to sign up anyway, huh?"

"Well, what do you know." Sharpay sarcastically shot back, turning around after several people had shushed them. They were after all, still having a lesson.

Troy kept looking her way, wanting to see her face again.

He couldn't explain what was going on with him. But he just really liked talking to Sharpay. She wasn't like the other girls at East High. She was different. And he knew that beneath her cold façade, she was nice. He could feel it, because sometimes he got a smile out of her, or even a giggle. He'd always been able to manage that, but it was lately he'd started to appreciate it.

She had always acted different around him than other guys, and he hoped it was because she liked him.

Because he really liked her. She was beautiful, sweet (sometimes) and really hot. She was pretty smart too, he knew that, because he had a lot of classes with her, and she always answered the teacher's questions like she was the one asking them.

He couldn't wait to ask her out.

He just knew he had to do some groundwork first. He had to get a little closer to her, because not knowing stuff about her, was holding him back. What kind of stuff did she like to do?

He looked at her, and got lost in her sweet smell again. He was at the seat right behind her, and he could smell her scent. It was really intoxicating. He couldn't help himself.

He wanted her.

Just like any other boy at East High. They all wanted her. He noticed how they all starred when she slandered down the hall. Because she had a great butt, and a lot of womanly curves.

Yup, Troy Bolton was not the only one who had noticed that.

That was why he told himself to get it together soon and ask her if she wanted to do something. Before someone else beat him.

So I decided to cut here. As you might have already noticed, the chapters aren't as long as in "When Will They See?", but I don't feel like it. I hope you still like this ;p ? Please review me again, pretty please? Tootles, Stessa :)