Thirsty
Hearts Break Too Fast
Chapter 3
"Imagination is more important then knowledge" ~ Albert Einstein
(Recap)
"This is it" she said still looking at the pictures, "The only memories you two are going to have of happiness are going to be pictures"
Gabriella looked at her with a blank stare and Troy had to admit he was scared.
"Get out of my-"
"House, or I'll call the police. Yeah, yeah, yeah, I know. Just promise me one thing" Sharpay said when she reached the front door
"As long as you get out of my house..." Gabriella trailed off
"We'll have coffee sometime? To catch up on stuff"
And with that, Sharpay Evans left the Bolton Residence.
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Evans & Llewellyn Townhouse
Friday 3rd of April, 5:00 PM
New Mexico, Albuquerque
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"Yes...I'll call you back when I can"
John was talking to his wife in his cell phone as Sharpay watched him from the stairs.
"Wait, don't hang up!...How are the kids?" he asked
It had been six days since she had been at the Bolton's house, and it had left her basically traumatized. She would hardly eat anything, she would stare at blank walls for a long time, she would hardly even speak to anyone, except Mr. Van Roie called and John had to forcefully make her talk. He had no clue what had happened in the Bolton's house...
(Flashback)
John saw Sharpay gently closing the door of the Bolton's Residence from the backseat of the car. She walked over, her shades over her eyes, and waited for the driver to open the door for her. She tapped her foot impatiently as he scrambled to her side and opened the door. She lightly slid her small body inside the Mercedes, and for the first time he noticed she was shaking.
"Shar? What happened?" he asked carefully
"Nothing happened, John" she replied her voice small
He knew this girl so well, it was like the sister he never had...except for the fact that, you know, he was black and she was milky white. But that doesn't matter when you're bonded tightly to each other. The relationship he had with her was nothing compared to anyones', he loved her and protected her as a brother would to a sister.
"I know something is wrong, you just don't want to tell me."
Sharpay shrugged as the car started moving, he saw a single tear slip through the Chanel shades.
(End of Flashback)
Sharpay wondered what her life could have been. She had never had this feeling of...of something that hurt deep inside. It was like her stomach was twisting in knots and it had an empty feeling. No. Not empty. It was far more than empty it was emptier. Now she was completely sure she would complete this task, she wanted to kill Gabriella. She wanted that baby to live, the baby had nothing to do with the plan, but Gabriella did. She would enjoy killing her so much, she would make her die a slow, painful, and torturing death. She wanted her to beg for her life and for Troy's. And Sharpay would make her think that she would think about it and end up killing her.
Sharpay was evil and she knew it, everyone did. Pure evil ran in her veins, rage for being stupid. Stupid to think that someone happily married, like Troy, would even care that she came. She still remembered how the light in Troy's eyes faded when she brought her shades down. Maybe it was shock form not seeing her in so many years.
Maybe not.
Maybe he thought it would be someone more interesting.
Yeah. That had to be it.
"Sharpay!"
Sharpay looked up startled at the noise. Johnnie was standing in front of her with a worried look on his face. He hugged her tightly and she rested her head in his shoulder.
"What happened at Troy's, Shar? Did he do something to you?" he asked getting defensive
Sharpay got up from his hug and walked down the rest of the stairs. She looked around the townhouse she turned back around and looked at John.
"She's pregnant, Johnnie" she said in a small and quavering voice
"What? Who?" he said walking to her side
"Gabriella is pregnant, and Troy is the father" she let a tear slip out
"Shar? C'mon don't worry. Let's get ready for the show, yeah? We'll talk on the way" said Johnnie as he grabbed his coat
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Somewhere on an empty road
Friday 3rd of April, 5:00 PM
New Mexico, Albuquerque
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There was a frantic buzz of energy on the huge tent set up for the models behind a bunch of trees. Not that Troy or Gabriella could see it, but they could certainly hear it as they walked by the runway. They were quickly directed to their front row seats and the cameras of the paparazzi flashing as they did so. The road seemed to be the model's runway, it looked as if it had been washed, polished and everything in the book of prefection. They even re-painted it and made it flat and put something on the floor that made it a bit slippery. Or better yet, it looked as if it were ice coated.
Ariel Evert, the designer's wife, went over to greet Troy and Gabriella. She was tall, very tall, almost as tall as Troy. She was blonde too, and her long legs were tanned.
She and Troy made a little chat and Ariel said to follow them, because Robert, the disigner, wanted to greet them.
Gabriella and Troy followed behind her on a quick pace. They walked around and finally reached the model-full tent. Gabriella hated models so much, she couldn't stand them. They were fake and like a shell that could never be broken. Even though she hated the models, she thought they were the mannequin to a great piece of art. They walked past all the loud models to the very back of the tent.
Inside it there was a whole mess of models chattering. They weren't loud, and you could immediately tell they were the more experienced ones, the ones that mattered the most. They were all scattered around drinking water or grabbing nothing more but a single cracker. They were already done with hair and make up, (their crazy hair and make up to be more specific). More towards the middle there was Robert chatting with a blonde model. She was beautiful indeed, probably one of the most experienced and the most important one.
"Ah! Troy and Gabriella Bolton!" said Robert in a thick Italian accent
He and the model stood up, and the model looked very familiar to Gabriella. She just could not put her finger on who it really was.
"I am so glad you could both make it tonight" he said
Troy noticed the blonde model didn't even glance at Gabriella ir himself, she just focused her mind on Robert. And Robert noticed this too, but took it the wrong way. He thought that she wanted to be introduced, and that was clearly not it.
"Oh, I want you to meet the best model of this whole place!" he said as she blushed and smiled kindly
"You don't have to" she said laughing
She sounded familiar, too.
"Of course I do!" he said looking at her, "She is the beautiful Sharpay Evans!"
The blonde looked up, she was wearing heavy make-up and a high fashioned hair do. She smiled and acted like nothing ever happened that week, this killed Gabriella. She did look beautiful but Gabriella hated to admit it.
"Hello" she said, extending her head
Gabriella saw Troy extend his own hand to shook hers. Her nails were french-tiped black and her hand had black bracelets. She wasn't on her runway dress yet, which Gabriella thought was very suspicious. Sharpay turned to Gabriella to shake her hand. Gabriella extended her own and took Sharpay's in hers. Her hand was as soft and as light as a feather, but strong. She knew because Sharpay was crushing her hand and Gabriella crushed hers in return. Sharpay retreated first and turned back to Robert Evert.
"I should go change into the first oufit. I'll see you later Ariel" she said walking backwards
She walked out stepping ever so lightly on the floor.
Gabriella watched the wild hair bounce lightly with each step, and she turned back to Robert and Ariel.
"She's a beautiful, isn't she?" Ariel said smiling
"You two are really close, it seems" Troy said
"Yeah, Sharpay and I have been best friends since forever" said Ariel sharing that Italian accent with Troy
"Oh, that'a nice" he trailed off pulling Gabriella with him, as the show was about to start
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Somewhere on an empty road
Friday 3rd of April, 8:00 PM
New Mexico, Albuquerque
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The chairs were all filled up with smiling celebrities, fashion magazines' editors, high fashion models, late celebrities who shook their heads at the paparazzi, and nobodies who sat in the very back.
"Is the floor still frozen?" asked a franatic Robert to the staff
The floor was indeed frozen, but the road was on a desert so it was hard to keep it frozen because of the heat. The temperatures dropped abruptly at night in the desert, but the night was still pretty warm. Robert had hired a couple of scientist to calculate until what point would the ice melt, and to make it look better when would the ice crack.
"Yes it is, Mr. Evert. Indeed everything is still running as planned" one of the staff members said
Robert was walking around frantic, the show was about to start and he couldn't find Sharpay anywhere. He even looked in the men's bathroom (since there were male models as well). He was freaking out and screaming her name, asking anyone and everyone if they've seen her. The only ones that had a clue about where she had gone was the stylist and he said she went to the back of the tent. She wasn't there.
"Oh! Sharpay! Robert was looking for you like a lunatic!" said one of the other important models to Sharpay
"Sharpay?!"
"Robert?"
"Christie!" screamed one of the models, and Sharpay's friend
"Where in the world where you, girl?! You had me looking around in circles for you!" he said hugging the girl in one of her first outfits
"Oh, Rob...I'm really sorry. I was in the bathroom..." she said helplessly looking at the man
"Oh. I knew that" he said looking around
"Did you look in the men's bathroom again? Remember I'm not a man next time" she winked
"Of course you're not! I keep forgetting to look over in there, my dear!" he said to his friend
"Everybody, I want you all lined up!" screamed a girl with headphones on her ear
There was a scatter of models lining up in their rightful places, but after everyone was lined up the right way, the girl screamed again,
"Sharpay Evans! Where is she?! I want her right up in the front!"
"I'm...right here?" she said stepping out from the middle section of the line
"What are you still doing there?! You were moved up here!"
"Well, sorry I didn't know! Gawd..." she said slowly walking up to the front of the line
"Didn't I call your name?" the girl snapped
"Didn't I say it was me?" Sharpay snapped back
"Girls, stop it! Shar, it's okay I moved you up here for a reason. I'll tell you later" he smiled at the blonde
Sharpay heard a lot of 'shh's' in the crowd outside, meaning the show was about to start and the lights were dying down.
A beat started playing loudly through the speakers. The beat was soon recognized by the crowd as Hilary Duff's Reach Out. The male models came out running through backstage and went to the very end of the runway. They posed with white guns pointing to the air. They didn't move at all after that.
The guy from the song started rapping to the beat and a beautiful model appeared from shadows, the fog started to surround her and a light shone brightly from behind her. She moved her hips to the beat for a moment, before Hilary Duff herself started singing from a corner.
From the minute that you walked right through the door,
Thoughts were racing in my mind,
Time to explore.
When Hilary started singing, the light behind her turned off abruptly and lights all around her turned on and showed what she was wearing and who she was. There was a loud cheer from the fashion crowd as they saw who it was.
I tell my friends that I just gotta have him.
But don't look now, 'cuz I see you staring at him.
Tunnel vision had him locked on in my sight.
On a mission for position by the end of the night.
She was wearing a pair of white jeans with a black design of a tree in the side and a black boat neck sweater with a thin white belt on her upper hips. Her shoes were high. So high the audience thought she might slip on the ice. She was wearing a pair of platformed stiletto heels. But she wasn't going to fall, she was too experienced to fall.
It's like a prey playing games with the hunter
Nowhere to run, boy, time to surrender.
And all I need is to feel you.
All I want is to feel you
The crowd was clapping and you could hear the cameras snapping pictures of the blonde model. Tomorrow she would be all over the news, she could almost see the headlines of the paper,
Reach Out and touch me
Before I go insane.
Reach out and touch me
Boy don't you make me wait.
I'm a dime and you're so on the money.
Reach Out and touch me.
And all I need is to feel you.
'Sharpay Evans Rocked The Runway In New Mexico Yesterday: The designer said "She's a beautiful girl, she's very talented"'...
Like a prayer, your touch can take me there.
In my mind, you and me, in a secret affair.
Oh, boy you're killing me and you don't even know it.
Tried to hold back, but I can't control it.
She walked the long runway till the very end, where the male models were. A normal runway wouldn't be this long, but Robert Evert was always looking for creativity and models that could work with this crazy creativity. When she got to the end of the runway she turned and saw three more models way behind her so she had the perfect time to do what Robert had told all the better models to do when they got to the end.
So I'm stepping to ya.
Skip the 'How ya doin'?'
Grab your hand, pull you closer to me, yea.
She got closer to the male models and grabbed his hand and pulled him, while the male model was as still as a statue. She pulled him from his neck closer to her and he looked at her, she wanted to laugh so hard. This guy was Alex he was one of her friends and she was supposed to flirt with him.
Out the door we're slipping.
Then we start to kissing.
Boy you're invited to my fanta-tasy.
In the part that said 'then we start to kissing', Sharpay leaned in for a kiss as he smiled at her. Right when their lips were about to touch another of the best models of the show and a great friend of Sharpay, Christie, appeared. Christie pushed her ever so slightly and Sharpay pretended to stumble and gave her a dirty look as she left.
And all I need is to feel you.
All I want is to feel you.
Reach Out and touch me And all I need is to feel you.
Before I go insane.
Reach out and touch me
Boy don't you make me wait.
I'm a dime and you're so on the money.
Reach Out and touch me.
She walked all the way to the exact middle of the runway and stopped on her tracks. She turned around and faced the crowd as the rapper started his solo.
Yea, you already know. It's Prophet, baby.
Let's Go!
I'm here to play with fire.
Your body's my desire.
The time to flirt across the room doesn't expire.
The Prophet came down of the platform to stand next to Sharpay as she watched the crowd intensely. But something caught her off track.
'Cuz you a superstar. Get in my super car.
The paparazzi watchin' us the tube is on.
I know I took it far, but look how good you are.
As The Prophet sang next to her and she ignored him, she saw Gabriella and Troy in the first row of the crowd. Gabriella gave Sharpay a dirty look as she turned and smiled to The Prophet.
And look how good you look.
One touch, I'm supercharged.
Sharpay walked away to the beat as he walked behind her. She turned again but facing the other side, where the media was supposed to be seated.
Baby, can't you see how you're affecting me?
Baby, sensual, physical fantasy.
Maybe fate brought the two of us close and now,
Don't you wanna
Don't you wanna
Don't you wanna
Don't you wanna
Reach Out and Touch Me?
Sharpay kept walking after they took the pictures and kept walking backstage. She had been so excited her hands were still shaking. This was some kind of ecstasy for her, it felt so good as she was walking down the frozen road.
"Sharpay!" she heard the voice of Christie as she came from the runway
"I know that was hilarious! I can't believe you had to almost kiss Alex!" Chrissie shrieked with exitement
"All models! Please get ready for the next round! Put on the bathing suits and bikinies!" yelled an assistant from a corner
Chrissie and Sharpay ran to one end of the huge tent and changed into their corresponding bathing suits. Sharpay's bikina was a tad different than Chrissie's. Sharpay's was a bust-lifter so the little bit of boobs that she had, would seem bigger and she was glad that Robert had picked that one for her. Her bikini was white with big pink polka dots and it was halter of course. The halter didn't tie in the back, it was just so she could slip in it. The bottoms were bikini bottoms and not the boy-shorts type.
While Chrissie's was to make your boobs smaller. Sharpay laughed at the difference between her and the brunette, whose bikini was orange. Her bikini was the kind that is strapless with a gold circle in the front to make it look cuter. The bottoms were also polka dots, hers were bkini bottoms as well but instead of the normal strap used to unite the back and front of the bottoms there was and orange string that tied to the right side.
"Well, that's going to be a difficult one" said Sharpay as she put her sweater to warm up before she went outside
Chrissie followed her and stood in front of her as the next song started playing.
"OMG! OMG! OMG!" Chrissie jumped up and down as Sharpay threw her sweater to another girl that seemed to be freezing
"What?"
"That's Kelly Clarkson! OMG! Ahh! I love this song!"
"What's it called?" asked Sharpay as she rubbed her arms
"I Want You! OMG, it's, like, so perfect for a summer theme" she clapped excitedly
The song started with a bit of an 80's music. When Kelly started singing, Chrissie put her best facade and went strutting outside,
Hot temper with the shortest fuse
You're such a mess with an attitude
You working hard but you're paying more
You never talk cause you don't have to
You got a job but you hate the man
Who takes it all like Uncle Sam
I want you you you you you you you
I I I I I I I want you
Chrissie smiled and stopped and shook her little butt to the music,
Out of gas so you walk for miles
To pick me up in your worn out shoes
She did a turn and threw her arms up in the air as if she were in the beach, Sharpay knew Robert would love that. He loved it when models threw a little of themselves in the runway.
You never said or never take too much
You count on me just like I count on you
Kiss me like when I first saw you
Figured out couldn't be without you
At this point Sharpay had come out and started walking to the beat with a bounce on her step, a flirty smile on her face, and a hand on her moving hips.
You you you you you you you
I I I I I I I want you
I want you you you you you you you
I I I I I I I want you
When the first set of 'you's' started she stopped in the middle of the runway and moved her shoulders to the beat, and when the 'I's' came by she shook her hips. Right before she winked and turned around to keep walking she heard someone from the other side say,
"That bikini is so perfect for the Ice Slut"
At this she quickly glanced to see who it was and Gabriella was there sitting with a smug smile on her little face.
No one else will do
I want
No one makes me smile
I want
No one gets me how
I want
No one else is you you you
She kept walking and she met up with Christie somewhere along nearing the male models. They were going to do what they thougt about and Robert agreed to: Chrissie nodded and when they were right next to each other they exchanged a loud high-five. They laughed and kept walking.
I want you you you you you you you
I I I I I I I want you
I want you you you you you you you
I I I I I I I want you
She walked the rest of the runway to the male models. When she got there she pouted and flirted a little with her friend.
You're so hot tempered with the shortest fuse
You're such a mess and with an attitude
She gave him a kiss on the cheek and kept walking to until halfway and looked at the crowd for the picture taking.
You you you you you you you
I I I I I I I want you
I want you you you you you you you
I I I I I I I want I want I want I want
She pointed at the audience and smiled, she pointed at the cute men, and to make Gabriella furious she pointed at Troy after pointing at herself. She saw Gabriella's face before she kept walking, and she made her laugh out loud.
When she got back into backstage she laughed so hard her stomach started hurting. Chrissie came over and hugged her tightly and said,
"OMG, don't you think that song was totally awesome?!" she yelled
"Yeah!" she yelled back over the loud music from outside
"Sharpay and Christie, go to hair and make-up in this instant!" screamed another assistant with talking into a pair of headphones
The two walked arm in arm to the chairs as the make-up artists and hair dressers attacked them simultaneously. They were going to go change into their next outfit but got stopped in mid-way,
"Sharpay! Christie!" a girl from the staff shouted over the half naked models running around
"We're over here!" said Christie as more models kept running wildly
"You two are switching gowns. Christie you wear Sharpay's and vice versa. Sharpay you're going first, and Christie when she gets halfway done with her walk you know what to do, and if you don't ask Sharpay, she'll know" said the brunette
"Alright" said Chrissie as we both got on our feet to change to our new gowns
"Thank God you got the gown! I don't like it, I mean, sure it's really beautiful but it's hard to move in it..." she trailed off with her normal cheery voice
"Really? It looked easy when you did it for the practice walk"
"Oh, no! Not at all!"
Christie was the kind of person you could swear as a dumb blonde if she wasn't a brunette. She was always so happy and perky and even when people dissed her off, she still smiled and didn't catch the glimpse. She truly liked her and they spent a lot of time together, and Christie made her laugh. Always.
When she and Sharpay got to the back of the tent again she saw the emerald couture dress for the second time. She thanked all the Gods for letting Robert get such a wonderful idea and putting it on paper and then sewing it. It was heaven-sent, the kind of dress that you could only dream of ever buying. You know, like the kind that you saw on that one model, but not once you saw it on that actress? Yeah, like that.
And Sharpay was going to wear it.
The dress was a silky material and it was a beautiful emerald green. It looked as if it had been tied loosely with the same green material in the front, and the straps were thin, very thin. The top was a halter-ish kind. The shoes Sharpay had to wear with this dress were unbelievably high, higher then the black ones she already had on. They were gold with a thin golden bow in the back to tie them, and even though the color didn't match the the emerald silkiness, they were still perfect for each other.
The dress Christie was wearing, and the one she had been assigned at first, was nothing compared to the emerald goddess-worthy dress. The dress was still beautiful and it looked very easy to walk with, if you knew how to walk in the first place, but it just wasn't the same. Since the couture collection was based on every dress being pure silk, the dress was made out of silk.
The dress was pink and it had icy diamonds on the very bottom until the tight part parted. It was strapless and very tight until it got right above the knee, then it ended in this kind of puffy style. Sharpay thought why hadn't Robert picked Christie for the dress at the first chance he got, she was so skinny the dress fit her perfectly. Together they made a symphony. No wander she thought the dress wasn't quite made for her. Sharpay thought it funny when she saw the shoes Chrissie had to wear, they were the same as hers except their were silver.
"Quickly girls! Change fast, it's almost time you guys go out!" came the voice of an assistant.
Christie and Sharpay quickly changed and they noticed that most of the models had already come back from their third turn. The other ones were chatting happily and some waiting to watch Sharpay and Christie walk the last run. When Sharpay turned around she saw that Christie was done too, and they laughed together as they walked to the entrance to the runway.
"Chrissie?"
"Yeah?" she responded as they watched the girls that were walking up to the male models and the ones that already made their turn
"I'm getting nervous..."
"Oh, Shar! Don't be. We practiced this a million times! Besides all you have to do is remember my part"
"Yeah...your part..." Sharpay said as the last model was nearing to the middle of the runway
"Ladies! Change of plans! Don't try to crack the ice, it's not cold enough! If it cracks then it's all good, but if it doesn't then don't freak out, okay?" said an assistant with a clipboard
They both nodded as the last model with a beautiful blue silk dress came to the end. Sharpay watched as the lights outside faded and the tension grew as the crowd expected the final walk.
"Ladies, I want to wish you the best of luck out there"
"Ahhh!" screamed Sharpay
She turned around and saw Robert laughing at her. Luckly, the scream had been obscured by the new music. Sharpay nodded and walked to the very very beggining of the runway, holding hands with Christie. Christie quickly turned around and smiled at Sharpay, she nodded and as the music started Sharpay felt the nerves rising.
When the beat started, Sharpay and Christie turned to each other as they moved like broken dolls. It was a very good move and people would understand it better when they went outside (since the light was once again, shining from behind). When the song started a single spotlight followed the single model in the runway.
Hearts break too fast, when they're sentimental
Won't stay, won't last, when it's love at first sight
So why are my convictions blinded by your spotlight
Sharpay walked to the beat of the song, trying not to step on the emerald heaven. Her skin was glowing with the oils the make-up artists put on it, and her hair, a little more tamed then before, was bouncing with each step. Her eyes were surrounded by black eye shadow so they popped out.
Can't breathe, can't sleep with some medication
I'll kiss goodbye to my reservations
I know there's other fish out in the sea
Not for me, I want you
Sharpay walked halfway and posed for the media, they all took pictures and wrote notes and smiled to the goddess before them.
If I can't have you, then I don't want anyone
If I can't have you, then all the damage has been done
After they took their pictures, she put a hand on her hip and started walking again.
Baby, you can't break these rules
If you wanna have some fun
Think of all the love that you will lose
If I can't have you
When she got to the other end of the runway the male models bowed to her. She smiled and walked right up in front of one of them, he got in one knee and kissed her hand.
Heartbeat, cold sweat, thoughts slipping under
Can't fight, no threat 'cause there's just no use
One look, no hesitation, I'm slipping into you
She walked to the middle of the runway again and posed for the cameras with a slight smile on her face.
Forgive these eyes
These lips you're tasting
No time to waste on an invitation
My shame, my self control
Has suffered enough
And everybody wants to be loved
She turned around and did the same for the other side, but she caught Troy's eyes. At this she smiled fully.
If I can't have you, then I don't want anyone
If I can't have you, then all the damage has been done
She looked and Christie had made her way to her side and was facing her.
Baby, you can't break these rules
If you wanna have some fun
Think of all the love that you will lose
If I can't have you
Christie smiled evily and put a violent hand on the emerald dress' thin strap.
I haven't seen the best that love has had to offer
They say perfection's always right around the corner
Sharpay frowned back and put her hand on the side of the pink silk just as violent.
Could be true
But if I can't have you
When the music ended the lights turned off out of the nowhere, and there was a loud and painful ripping sound.
When the lights turned on again, the models had disappeared.
Completely.
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