Chapter 3

It was full toothed madness, everywhere Troy turned he saw image upon image of drunken team mates each stumbling over each other, some desperate to find the alcohol fridge, others searching for cheerleaders. The 'Wildcats only' party rule was evidently broken by somebody in their search for fun, Troy's electric cerulean blues looked on in pity as Jason rammed Chelsea Marina against the kitchen wall his tongue shoved down her throat as his hands roamed her body anywhere he could find.

I need some air, he thought and began raking his way through the crowd of people looking for a way out, fresh, clean air needing to make its way into his lungs.

Bursting onto the cracked stained patio he was met by the toxic smell of smoke, which wafted its way into his lungs, forcing his body to cough and double over in disgust, the smokers that stood by the door laughing cynically. There not even wildcats! The rule had been well and truly broken tonight, taking a good look around for the first time, Troy began to realize that the house was packed, if it had been wildcats only it would have been pretty near impossible to be this full.

Taking out his cell, Troy pressed the buttons on the number he knew all too well.

"Troy?"

He pulled the phone closer to his ear, she sounded upset almost like she had been crying. His heart went cold at the thought that his baby could be in such a state.

"Shar? You okay?"

A light sniff was heard and he instantly knew something was wrong.

"Your dad..."

He froze; he didn't need to know what Sharpay was going to say next. No matter what it was, it wasn't good.

"What... about... my father...?" Troy asked, clenching his hands into fists and grinding his teeth together.

"He just called me and..." Troy could tell she had burst into tears once more. "He told me to stay away from you. He said I was the cause of you not practicing enough. As if you don't practice hard enough already! Anyway, he told me to stay away from you. And that if he saw us together again, he'd make both of us miserable."

"Shh... it's okay, Shar..." his voice was soothing but inside his head, he was furious. How dare his father say things like that to Sharpay. "I'll talk to him later. You get some sleep, okay?"

"Kay," Sharpay said softly, small sobs still apparent in her voice. "I love you."

"Love you too." Sharpay hung up her phone as did Troy. That did it. Troy was done with his father pushing him around. Done with having to hear Sharpay so upset all the time. He needed to get rid of his problems.

"Troy!" a voice called, sending the boy out of his thoughts. He turned toward where the sound was coming from and found his best friend, Chad. "You're the only one here who's not drunk. I have to do something about that." His voice was slurred and that scared Troy, but the pain everyone was causing him took over the fear. Troy looked down at the bottle Chad had shoved in his hands and slowly opened it. He knew Sharpay wouldn't approve but he had to get rid of the hurt and anger building up inside him.

That was when Troy Bolton had his first bottle of beer.

And don't think it was the only one he had that night, no, he had about 5 or 7 more bottles. That was when he got drunk. Not just fairly drunk like everyone else at the party, he got scary drunk, so that if anyone said something that even sounded like an insult to him, he'd punch them. But it didn't end there. He'd try and punch them, but he'd miss because his vision was so blurred. At least he was forgetting about his father.

After Troy tried to make out with some random girl, Chad knew he'd gone too far. Even being drunk himself, he knew Troy needed to go home now. So he called the only person he hadn't seen at the party. Sharpay.

"Chad?" Sharpay had been confused after the caller ID on her phone had blinked "Danforth". "Oh, no. Is Troy okay?!" she began to panic.

"Troy is..." Chad started, but didn't know how to explain it. "Troy got drunk. And it's starting to scare everyone here. Do you think you could drive him home?"

"Oh shit," Sharpay cursed under her breath. "How bad is it?" She bit her lip, unsure that she even wanted to know the answer.

"You'll find out when you get here... Just hurry?" With that, Chad hung up his phone and looked around for Troy. Until Sharpay got there, it was his job to keep his best friend out of trouble.

After Sharpay hung up, she grabbed her keys and rushed out to her car. "Oh god, Troy. Why do you do these things?" she asked herself and shook her head.

Sharpay rushed through the open door; all around her people were vomiting or hooking up. A look of disgust crossed her face as she searched frantically for Troy.

"Sharpay!" Chad's urgent voice rung clear through the packed room, motioning for her to follow him outside. She rushed quickly, freezing as she saw Troy standing on the patio…hitting on somebody.

"You're looking fine tonight baby, what say I take you home?" This was nothing like the Troy she knew, his voice was slurred as he stumbled blindly up to the redhead, throwing an arm around her and leaning in.

"Troy?!" He turned hurriedly, a sloppy grin sliding onto his face as he saw her, tumbling over to her. "Sharpay! My baby…my god you look good" He pressed his lips to hers, the stench of alcohol on his breath as he tried to split her mouth with his tongue.

"No, Troy get off me" She mumbled, becoming scared for the first time in her life. Eventually she managed to prise him off her, wiping her mouth off in revulsion. "Troy what happened to you?" He looked to her a goofy smile on his face, his eyelids drooping.

"I was sick of my dad telling me what to do, he won't hurt you anymore. I'm UNSTOPPABLE" He shrieked punching his fists into the air before he exploded in a fit of giggles, grabbing her around the waist and spinning her into the air.

"Troy put me down please" She wasn't laughing, somehow what Troy said just didn't make her laugh like she would of if he was sober. Still he kept spinning her, laughter ringing across the lawn while Sharpay hung limply in his arms.

"Dude put her down. Now." Chad grabbed him and gently eased him, dragging his arms down so Sharpay was set on the floor, scraping her hair back into a ponytail as tears gathered in her eyes.

"Chad I'm going to take him back to mine and try and sober him up okay?" He nodded in sympathy, asking her if she would be okay before heading back into the party. Sharpay quickly put her hand around Troy's waist and slowly lead him back to her car, a thick silence present that had never been there before.

All too soon they were at Sharpay's, the house was empty, so as Sharpay dragged her boyfriend up the stairs she was free to cry, to let all the tears leave her body. Troy was now almost incapacitated, unable to speak and shaking violently swimming in and out of various hallucinations. She dragged him into her bedroom and laid him on her bed, heading into her en-suite bathroom and grabbing a glass and running some water for him.

"Drink this." She handed him the glass, he downed it and she continued to give him more and more and more. "You're so hot Sharpay" He said after 10 minutes, becoming slightly more sober but still very very drunk. "Why haven't we had sex yet? I know I would tap that"

"Troy, you're drunk. You don't know what you're talking about" She sighed, deep down she had been waiting forever for him to say that he wanted her. After they were interrupted 3 months ago they had never come anyway near close to doing it again.

"I know I want you. For months I've been trying to build up the courage. You're just so hot" Troy looked at her, deep love shining in his eyes, but they were also distant as though he wasn't quite there. He closed his eyes relaxing completely on Sharpay's pink bed sheets.

"Honestly Troy. I want you too, I want you so much." She turned to look at him, hearing a gentle snore. Sighing she pulled of her clothes and changed into a tank and some shorts, letting one last tear leave her eyes before she climbed in next to him, still smelling alcohol as she closed her eyes and drifted off into sleep.

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