Killing me softly

-Chapter 6.

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Troy's POV.

After what seemed like forever, the show was over. I was exhausted and all I wanted was to go to bed. But I knew Sandra would be waiting for me, ready to complain about how I shouldn't do this. I would just nod and "hmm-mm" when needed, but for the rest I wouldn't be listening to her annoying voice. She couldn't stop me from doing what I wanted to do. No matter how she tried.

I went to the changing room and just sat down, tired. A soft 'knock' sounded on the door and I knew it was Sandra.

I sighed. "Yeah?"

"Can I come in?" Her voice said from behind the door.

"Sure." I said. The door opened and Sandra walked in. I don't know why, but she looked pretty uncomfortable.

"So, what's wrong?" I asked, although I already knew what she was going to say.

"Troy, about this evening..-'' She started.

"I know, the show went great, right?" I interrupted her, I was just trying to avoid what she wanted to talk about, even though I knew I couldn't hold on forever.

She nodded. "It went awesome. But that's not what I wanted to talk about."

"Then what was?"

She rolled her eyes and sighed. "The girl you were talking to this night." She looked at me, waiting for my reply.

"What about her?" I asked while looking down to untie my shoes.

"Troy, you do realise we have to get her background information to know what she is, don't you?"

I sighed and looked up. "There's no way I'm gonna let that happen." I said, kind of angry. "Why do you always need to know everything about everyone!?"

She looked shocked. "I'm your manager, I have the right to do that."

I tried to stay calm. "No, you don't, Sandra."

"What?! But I..-"

"You're messing up with my private life, which is actually none of your buisness. Just stay out of it, I know what I'm doing." I said while I stood up. I didn't feel like being here any longer.

Sandra still couldn't get out of her words. "Troy, I..-"

"You know what, I don't even wanna know. You always told me what to do with my work, and I appreciated that. But I'm not gonna let you control my private life." After saying that I opened the door and walked out.

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Sharpay's POV.

Three weeks later.

I was standing outside for fifteen minutes already. I was slowly giving up hope. He asked me to come back when he was finished the show, and of course I couldn't resist. I got Taylor and Gabriella to believe me with some lame excuse about my mum picking me up. I was all excited when he asked me to see him again, but now it finally came to that point I didn't believe in it anymore. I couldn't believe he let me down after what he said.

I was about to leave home, when something popped into my mind. I knew where the 'other exit' he's been talking about was, what if I just..? No, I couldn't do that. What if one of his security guards opened and banned me to come any more? I looked aside, in the direction where he came from when I last saw him. The idea to just go over to him instead of waiting got more and more attractive. I mean, it was freezing outside, and if I wouldn't go I'd feel like I failed. And I didn't want to fail. So I took a deep breath and walked to the other side of the building. There were no lights at this place. It kinda reminded me of my past, but I tried to push it away. I was standing in front of the door now, and I raised my hand to knock. My hand was shaking like crazy. But before I could knock the door already openend. And there he was, a bit schocked of seeing me infront of him.

"Sharpay? What are you- I thought we..-'' He whispered stuttering, surprised, but still shocked.

I giggled slightly. "I know. I just thought you might have had forgotten, and I decided to just come over here." I felt my face turning red. Damn it.

He laughed. "How could I forget? There were just some things holding me up, and I was just about to go outside and..- Would you like to come in? It's freezing outside." He said and an amused smile appeared on his face.

I smiled back. "I'd love to. But.. is that ok with your management? I mean, what about Sandra?"

He shook his head. "Just forget about her. I told her to mind her own buisness." He looked at me.

I hesitated for a while. He seemed to notice that. "Really, it's fine." He said.

"Uh..Ok then.." I replied. He took a step aside and I walked in. I entered a full lighted room and for a minute I got blinded by the lights. When I finally was able to see again, I saw what the room was like. It looked just like a livingroom, only bigger. I could've expected this, but then why was I surprised? I mean, of course there was a room where he could go to just take a break and rest for a while. Nothing special about that. But being there now, together with him, made it look like something completely different.

I tried not to show how nervous I was. He closed the door behind me and I turned to him.

"S-so.." I started. I looked around, just to have something to do and to avoid his look.

"Not what you expected?" He asked.

"No.. I just, never realised this building had enough room." I replied. Oh my god. I felt so stupid. How come when I talked to him before, we talked like there were no boundaries, and now we were really alone and we had all the time of the world we had no idea how to begin with a conversation?!

He nodded, and put his hands in the pockets of his jeans. He felt uncomfortable too, I could tell. "Yeah, me neither.."

I sighed and looked at him. "Troy..-"

He interrupted me, but he tried to avoid my look. Like he was kind of shy. "You're wondering why I asked to see you again, huh?" It sounded more like a rhethorical question than it was supposed to be.

"Uhm.. Kinda.. But I'm glad you did." I replied. Then he looked back at me, right into my eyes. And I held my breath for a second. But I couldn't seem to turn away, didn't even want to..

"You are?" He asked.

"Uh.. yeah.." I stuttered. "I mean, I've had fun talking to you the past few times.."

He raised his eyebrows. "Really? The first time we were arguing, the second time you were trying to convince me it was better if we didn't see each other. This evening was actually the first time we really talked." He said with a sarcastic tone.

"That doesn't mean that I didn't like talking to you." I said, still looking in his eyes. I sighed again. "Ok, I think there's something I need to tell you..-"

"No, wait.. Let me first. I need you to know something." He walked closer to me. I looked at him, wondering what he was about to tell me.

When he noticed I stayed quiet, he sighed. "Ok.. so, it's just that..-" He paused, trying to find the right words. "Ok, I'm just gonna say this.. I think I like you, Shar. And I know it sounds stupid, because we've only talked like four times, but it's true. I feel something for you and I don't know how this happened, but it did. And I don't want to block it out any longer.." He took a deep breath and smiled slightly.

I didn't know how to react. I mean, of course I was happy to know he liked me, and I liked him back. I really did. But I just.. didn't know how to handle it.. I wanted to tell him, but why did it seem so hard?

I bit my lip, and he noticed something was wrong. "Shar, you okay?" He asked.

I nodded. "Yeah.. It's just that.. Don't get me wrong, I like you too. But I don't know if we should do this."

"But.. why not?"

I looked down. "Think about it, what would happen if your management finds out? Or worse, if the press finds out? They'll be like all over you. Not to mention how they will be over me." I said and I looked back at him. "But, I really do like you.. And I don't know what it is, but everytime I'm not with you or near you feels.. lonely.." I sighed, kinda happy I said that. It's been stuck in my head for weeks and I was happy I finally told him how I felt.

"But then what's holding you?" He asked, and after hesitating he took my hand and played with my fingers. I smiled and didn't want him to let go.

"I don't know.." I admitted. "It's just that.. I can't trust people easily.. And it's so weird because I trusted you from the moment I spoke to you.. It's just confusing me.."

He laughed slightly. "You know, that's the thing. I'm just as confused about this as you are. You're so hard to figure out.. It confuses me. Because you always say something and do the complete opposite."

I laughed along with him, knowing he was right. "I know.. This whole thing is just.. confusing." I looked back at him and our eyes locked together again.

And then suddenly, he softly pressed his lips against mine. My heart skipped a beat, and I was shocked by the sudden movement. A mix of emotions filled my head, wait, why was I worrying about him kissing me at all? I was supposed to enjoy this, because even though I didn't want to admit, I really wanted him to kiss me. Or vice versa. And now it happened I was thinking about it too much. Ugh, I was hopeless. I smiled by my own stupid thought and kissed him back a bit deeper as I wrapped my arms around his neck.. Hell yeah, I was going to enjoy this!

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