Unlove You

Disclaimer:The Mouse owns High School Musical and the characters within. I'm just borrowing them for awhile. I promise I'll put them back when I'm finished.

Summary: It was just supposed to be a practical joke, but something happens on the night of the Twinkle Town cast party that changes two lives forever. Not a songfic, but inspired by Ashley Tisdale's Unlove You on the Headstrong CD.

Pairing: TroyPay, of course.

Time frame: Same year as the movie, their junior year, right? Starts the final night of the musicale, say mid February.

Sorry about the delay, but there's something wrong with and I had a heck of a time posting this, so I finally had to cheat and sneak it in the back door, so to speak.

A/N: Okay, gentle readers. Here's 'the night' part 2. I mark where the "M" rated stuff starts, so you can skip it if you want. (like that's actually going to happen). Please, please let me know what you think, I'm really going out on a limb here.

Chapter 6: I Almost Kinda Like the Pain

Her run back towards home is a blur as Sharpay relives the scene she just witnessed.

After a light run of three miles over to Troy's house, Sharpay slows to a walk so she can catch her breath before talking to Troy. As she walks towards the front door, Sharpay hears a loud crash coming from behind the house. She quickly changes direction and heads around the house toward the garage. As she approaches the garage, she hears Troy's voice:

"Please don't cry, Gabriella"
Sharpay stops dead in her tracks.

"It was all Chad's fault; him and his stupid messes"
He's talking about last night...he's telling Gabriella Montez about last night. She starts to slowly walk closer to the garage, all of the debris from the garage easily giving her cover.

"Hey, it was just an accident, but nothing serious happened, okay. I'm okay...you're okay...that's all that matters."
Oh God, she can't believe what she's hearing. As she gets to the entrance, she sees them lying on a blanket in the middle of the garage. Gabriella is lying on top of Troy and he...he is rubbing slow circles on her back...just like it did when...Tears start to stream down her face.

"We'll be more careful next time and it won't happen again. Just please, stop crying, okay?"
Sharpay puts her hand up to her mouth to stifle a cry. As she turns around and starts to run away, the sound of their laughter sears a hole in her heart.

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As she runs along, Sharpay continues to angrily wipe away her tears. I hate being weak. Ryan was right about Troy, after all. It was a big set-up, a practical joke and from what she heard Troy tell Gabriella, he definitely knew all about it. And Gabriella, she can't believe what she heard, Troy was actually telling Gabriella and they...they were laughing about it...laughing at her. God, how can he do this to me? I love him so much. I have for years now. He's my first love, my first kiss, my first... Oh God, how can I be so naïve to think that Mr. Super Cool popular guy actually loves me. He is just using me. It is just like her mom always warns her about.

Judith is almost psychopathic about keeping Sharpay away from boys. That's why she has always been with Ryan her whole life --- plays, recitals, talent shows, everything. Once her jazz instructor insisted that Sharpay dance in the end-of-year show with her friend, Jake. Her mom became so upset that she moved Ryan and Sharpay to another dance school. And she never saw Jake again. Later, Judith explained to Sharpay that men (and boys) weren't to be trusted, that Ryan was the only male she could ever trust. Looks like Mom is right.

She is wiping away her final tears when she arrives back home. I will not be seen as weak. Sharpay slowly walks up to the door, dreading her inevitable confrontation with her mother. There is no way she will not notice her daughter's puffy face and red eyes. Heck, she notices and points out every microscopic pore on Sharpay's face. Imagine Sharpay's surprise when her mother looks at her sympathetically as she comes through the door.

"Oh, Sharpay, you poor baby. Look at your face. Well, I know exactly how you're feeling", coos Judith as she gently guides Sharpay into the kitchen and sits her on a stool at the granite island.

Who is this woman and where is my mother?

Judith continues her imitation of a Stepford wife, "Here honey, take one of my allergy pills."

As Sharpay numbly swallows the pill, she looks closely at her mother for the first time. They could be matching bookends. Judith's face is puffy and her eyes are blood-shot too. Just then, Sharpay realizes that she's still talking.

"...freakishly warm winter is reeking havoc with my allergies. My tulip bulbs are already sprouting and the trees are starting to bloom. I should have never let Ryan open the windows in the studio. The tree pollen is at a record high today. I had hoped you would be spared from this; but you do have my genes, so it was inevitable."

Who would have ever thought that a severe allergy attack would have the same effects on the human body as having your heart ripped out and stomped on?

Just then, Ryan enters the kitchen and goes straight to the refrigerator to get a water bottle. When he looks at Sharpay, he realizes immediately that things did not go well. "What's wrong?", he mouths silently to her. She just stares at him blankly and lowers her head.

"I'm going to take a shower now and then lie down", Judith says. "I need to make an appointment with my allergist. This new medicine he gave doesn't work and it knocks me out. I didn't even hear the two of you come in last night. Well, you both rest and relax for the remainder of the day and try to keep the noise down."

With that, Judith sweeps sophisticatedly from the room. She is only person Ryan has ever seen who can sweep from a room while still sweaty from a workout. Ryan turns to Sharpay who is now deeply contemplating the counter top. He sits down on the stool next to her and gently takes his sister's hand. "Talk to me Sharpay, please?", he implores.

Sucking in her breath with determination, Sharpay slowly turns toward Ryan and says, "There's nothing to talk about, Ryan." Sharpay hops down from the stool and moves to leave the room.

"Shar, wait! You can't just walk away with no explanation."

"Of course I can, Ryan; I'm the Ice Queen, remember?" With that, she calmly walks out of the room leaving Ryan with a perplexed look on his face.

"What just happened?", Ryan asks no one.

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Ryan sits at the kitchen island drinking his juice. It's only six o'clock in the morning. He didn't sleep well after yesterday's confrontation with Sharpay. He got up early so he could try to think of something to say to her, since she refused to talk to him last night.

Hearing a noise, Ryan looks up only to be disappointed that when he sees Judith. She waltzes into the room and heads immediately over to the carafe of coffee waiting for her on the counter. Why can't she just enter a room like a normal person? She's always sweeping, waltzing, flowing, breezing. For once he'd like to see her just walk.

"Good morning, angel. Where's Sharpay?", she asked pointedly.

"What do you mean? She's still sleeping, isn't she?", a slight worry showing in his voice. Sharpay is never up early.

"No, I checked her room before I came down. She wasn't there and her bed's made. What happened after I went to bed? She didn't sneak out of the house, did she?"

Oh God, you don't think she went back over to Troy's house last night? Aloud, he says, "What? Of course not, she wouldn't do something like that."

Before she can reply, the kitchen door opens and Sharpay enters and heads straight for the refrigerator to get a bottle of water. She is still breathing heavily with sweat glistening on her skin. Her hair pulled back in a ponytail and she is wearing lyrca capris and a t-shirt (she can't wear wife-beaters anymore). It's obvious she's been working out.

"Sharpay, where have you been, young lady?", demands Judith.

Finishing her swallow of water, she replies, "Good morning Mother, Ryan. I just decided to go for a run this morning."

"You? Up early to exercise, Sharpay? You expect me to believe that?"

"Yes Mother, I do, because it's the truth. I've decided that I've not been focused enough lately and if The Plan is to be a success, I need to be focused. Therefore, I plan on getting up at five every morning to go for a run. I also think it will clear my mind for the day ahead."

"Well... I think that's a wonderful idea, darling. And I'm glad to see you showing some personal responsibility."

"Yes well, with that in mind, I'd like to change my schedule."

"What do you mean by that, Sharpay? I've told you for years, you have plenty of free time, if you would just schedule your time wisely."

Sharpay's schedule would tax even the most dedicated person. In addition with her normal school schedule with homework and studying she takes ballet on Monday, rhythmic gymnastics on Tuesday, voice lessons on Wednesday (diction and singing), tap/jazz class on Thursday, and Piano lessons on Friday. The only light days were Saturday and Sunday and Judith usually had her do her serious roadwork and weights on the weekend. While Ryan shared a similar class schedule, Judith didn't ride him as hard about physical exercise. She doted on him and always thought he was too thin.

"I know, Mother, and I agree with you completely. I'd like to pick up a new class. I called Madam Dupree in Sante Fe last night. She has an opening on Saturday afternoons. If I get up early, I should have time for my weight class and then drive up to Sante Fe for Madam's class from three to five. Then I can be back here by seven at the latest."

"Weight class, what weight class? And who's Madam Dupree?", asks Ryan. And who's this girl wearing my sister's skin.

"Oh, I also called Gold's Gym yesterday and set up a personal workout session for early Saturday mornings. I need to work on my definition. And how could you not know who Madam Dupree is, Ryan? She's just the most famous drama coach in the Southwest. Mother had her, didn't you, Mother?", finishes Sharpay as she looks towards her mom, who nods numbly.

"You did all this yesterday, Sharpay?", Judith asks incredulously.

"Yes ma'am. I realized I've been wasting too of my time and that if I don't change my practices that I will regret it in the future."

A huge, genuine smile appears on Judith's face. "Oh Sharpay, I'm so proud of you!", she gushes. "After gymnastics tonight, why don't we go to mall? A little girl time...a little shopping; it'll be fun."

"I'm sorry Mother, I've also signed up for an on-line French class and Monday nights is the only time I have available to study. I think it will help in my lessons with Madam Dupree. Well, I need to go get ready for school. Ryan, I want to go in early today. I have an idea for the Spring Musicale that I want to try out. The acoustics in the auditorium are so different from our studio that I want to practice there. Toodles, all", Sharpay says as she flounces from room.

Oh God, did she just flounce "Wow. That was really weird", Ryan comments, "and what's with the 'Mother' thing? She's never called you that before."

"Well Ryan, I, for one, commend her for this new found dedication. You should follow her lead. And as for the 'Mother' comment, young man, it's about time I starting receiving the respect due me."

"Yes ma'am."

A/N: The following section is rated M. If you find this offense or you are not old enough to read it, skip down until you see the next set of "M"s. It doesn't effect the storyline.
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Troy lowers her lovingly to the bed and starts to hungrily devour her with his mouth. Sharpay is kissing him back with equal fervor. He pulls away from her and sits up as she moans in protest at the loss of contact. He starts to take off his shirt and when she realizes what he's doing she decides to help by nervously unbuttoning his pants and pulling down the zipper. Troy jumps up and pulls off his shoes, jeans, and socks. While he is doing this, Sharpay slides out of her own blouse as she is lustfully watching him. Boxer-briefs, I knew it. And wow, they look really, um...tight. He reaches to unzip her mini-skirt and she lifts her hips to help him take it off. He lovingly removes her sandals as he pushes her skirt off. Then, he climbs back on top of Sharpay again, being careful not to crush her. They resume their kiss.

Deciding to take charge, Sharpay quickly flips them over so that she is on top without breaking the kiss. Troy takes this opportunity to reach behind her back and unhook her bra. She sits up to quickly remove it the rest of the way. She can see the appreciation in his eyes and he reverently cups her full breasts in his warm hands. She reaches forward to give him a quick peck on the lips and quickly sits back up straight. It is Troy's turn to moan in frustrated at the loss. However his frustration comes to an end quickly when she starts to pull down his underwear. He lifts his hips so quickly that he almost bucks her off in the process. When she is finished with her task, she sits back to take him in with her eyes. My God, he's beautiful. Troy blushes under her gaze.

Taking a deep breath, she reaches down to the waistband of her panties and starts to pull them down. Troy places his hands on top of hers to halt her. "Let me, Shar", he implores huskily, speaking for the first time since they've entered the room. Shar, he called me Shar. Only Ryan calls me that, but she loves hearing it coming from Troy's mouth. She nods her assent and he pushes away the final barrier between them. Now it is Sharpay's turn to blush and she turns her head away. She has always been self-conscience about her body and his intense scrutiny was making her even more nervous.

"No, don't do that", he whispers as he gently touches her chin and turns her face back to him. "You have nothing to be embarrassed about. Don't you know how beautiful you are?"

"I am?", she says shyly.

"Oh yes, you're perfect."

She's knows it sounds clique, but she can't help asking, "I bet you say that to all the girls."

"Oh no, absolutely not. And besides, there haven't been any other girls. I've never done this either, ya know."

"Really? And here I thought I was the oldest living virgin at East High."

"Nope, I'm older than you."

Then before anymore idle conversation can take place, Sharpay lowers herself to him and they continue kissing with even more passion than before. Grabbing onto her hips, Troy flips them back over, so he is once again on top. He raises up slightly and looks directly into her eyes.

"Are you sure about this?", he asks seriously.

As she looks deeply into his gorgeous blue eyes, a truly irrelevant thought pops into her head. Why did God waste all the truly beautiful eyelashes on guys? Then she snaps back and says sincerely, "Oh, yes. I'm absolutely positive."

With her assent, he positions himself perfectly and enters her in one swift motion.

Sharpay has read all about the act of sexual intercourse --- from detailed clinical accounts to super trashy romance novels, so she thinks she was prepared. She is wrong. The pain of the tattoo was like a pinprick compared to this. Her body tenses immediately and she instinctively digs her fingernails deep into Troy's upper back. To keep from crying out she bites down on the closest thing available --- Troy's left shoulder.

He stops moving as soon as she tenses and does she sweetest thing she could ever imagine. Instead of being a selfish teenage boy enjoying his first night of sex, he starts to whispers words of comfort into her ear. He tells her how the pain will fade soon and then everything will be wonderful. Apparently, he has read a lot about intercourse too. He never complains about the fingernails digging into his backside or the teeth currently latched into his shoulder.

Troy must have been reading the right stuff because in about a minute and a half later, the pain starts to fade and Sharpay relaxes her grip on his shoulders. Oh, and she stops biting him too. He raises himself up on his elbows to look her in the eyes.

"Hey? Better now?", he asks gently.

"Yeah, how did you..."

"I read a lot ... well, about that kind of stuff, anyway. I'm a guy."

I knew it. And then aloud she says coyly, "I...noticed."

"Want me to show you something else I read?"

"Oh yes, absolutely."

He does something then...something wonderful, which causes an instinctive and immediate response from Sharpay.

"Oh my, what was that?"

"It's called a swirl --- something I read about."

"Hey, Troy?"

"Yeah?"

"You talk too much."

So, he stops talking and soon they are locked together in a rhythm as old as time. And as they come to their completion together, that is exactly how they feel --- complete and together. It is several minutes before they can breathe normally. Then realizing that he may be crushing her, Troy rolls them both onto their sides, staying connected in that most intimate way.

"Wow", he comments.

"Umm, yeah. Um, sorry about the...um...bitey thing", Sharpay says quietly.

"That's okay; it actually helped me out", Sharpay raises her head to look at him disbelievingly. He continues, "You know ... guys, we're supposed to think of other things so we, ... you know, ... last longer.", he says embarrassingly. "Baseball ... basketball ... excruciating bodily pain --- they all have the same effect."

"You're a real comedian there, Bolton, but don't give up your day job."

They both fall silent as Troy takes a deep breath and hugs her tightly as if he never wants to let go. He then starts rubbing slow gentle circles around on her back. "Please don't cry, Gabriella."

"No, no, no!", Sharpay screams out as the sound of her voice reverberates off the shower walls. It ends like that every time, damn it. She slowly sinks to the floor of the shower as her tears start to flow. Her most beautiful memory ... the one she can't help herself from reliving over and over and over again. She dreamed about it last night no less than three times and every time it ends at the same place. Just as they're about to fall asleep, he starts to rub those damn circles around on her back. Then, as hard as she tries she to stops it, she is ripped from their nice, warm bed and dumped right in the middle of Troy Bolton's driveway where she has to relive her most horrible memory --- her memory of seeing Troy rub those slow gentle circles around on Gabriella Montez's back.

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A/N: Okay, the kiddies can come back now. Did anyone actually leave? Goodness, I made myself cry. I think I take this stuff way too seriously.

Vaguely, Sharpay hears her name being called as she slowly rises from the shower floor.

"Sharpay! Are you okay in there?", Ryan calls in a concerned voice from the other side of her bathroom door.

She takes a deep breath, calmly turns off the shower, and says in her best Ice Queen voice, "Everything's fine, Ryan. Why wouldn't it be?"

TBC

A/N 1: Wow, I did it. My first sex scene. I know...I know...it was cliqued and hokey. Oh come on, "rhythm as old as time", please. But oh well, I'm new at this.

A/N 2: About the drama coach in Sante Fe. Sante Fe is about 1.5 hours North of Albuquerque and its very artsy, so I'm thinking that's definitely where the best drama coach in the Southwest lives.

Please, please, please review. The reviews have fallen off lately and I'm getting paranoid.