Disclaimer: I do not own anything High School Musical. Be it related or not, I do not own it. No characters, merchandising (HSM and in general) – nadda, zip and zilch. :3
( A / n : Wow... I have written four complete chapters in one night. That is pretty ninja! I didn't post them all at once because I wanted to see if interest would gain and what not. If you are someone who's read, reviewed, favorited, alerted, etc. All that lovely stuff, thank you very much! Can't wait to read what'cha thought. x3 )
Just Not Me
Chapter Seven
~)*(~ Gabriella ~)*(~
"Okay, hold on a moment while I get this straight..." Troy began, showing full interest in what was just said by Kelsi. "Sharpay has a reason to be bitter?" Hmm, while it may have seemed hard to believe to them, it didn't seem so hard to believe to me.
"Daddy probably wouldn't buy her a new car when she demanded, boo hoo." Chad mimicked as he dipped his baby carrots in the dip that was provided.
"You know nothing about her life Chad, nothing at all!" Kelsi defended, raising her voice some which slightly took me by surprise, but sent the others for quite a good spin. "So if you're going to make rude comments, I suggest you leave - now. How's that for a demand, huh?" He chewed and swallowed, looking around the table for their responses. Troy was just as shocked as any of them were, but he knew that Kelsi was serious and if Chad wasn't going to take this seriously, then perhaps he should leave.
"Chill Kels, it's all good." She rolled her eyes and placed her petite fist upon the cafeteria table we sat at.
"Oh yeah, it's all good... especially if you've got a mother who tells you she wished you were dead every time you saw her. Or kept comparing you to someone 'better' and that 'better' person being your own twin! Or how about the pent up anger, loneliness and suicide attempts – also known as a serious cry for help, huh?" The faces at the table were purely pale, especially mine. "Are you going to laugh about that Chad?" After that, he actually pushed his carrots aside as this rant made him feel a bit nauseous – I could easily tell. He was probably thinking, 'Was that stuff, really happening to Sharpay?' and so was I, but I knew a bit more than he did. It still seemed surreal though. "All she wants is for her mother to love her, not regret her. Let me say this – that's not something you can purchase with a credit card."
We all... Troy, Chad, Taylor, myself, Kelsi – we all had loving mothers. My mom has worked so hard as a single parent and still continues to do so. And she tells me she loves me all the time, non – stop basically and I adore it. When she can't see me face to face, she'll text or call me. I could never imagine something like that. Like having my mother tell me she'd rather I be dead, or that she hates me... wow. "Is this... true Kelsi?" Taylor spoke up first, trying to gather all the proper information.
"I..." Everyone at the table looked at me in surprise. "I have proof." I said, glancing at Taylor.
"You do?" She inquired, I could just feel everyone's stare upon me.
"Yes, I do. See, Ryan must've pocket dialed me or something, because my cell was ringing, so I answered it, only to be listening in on some, arguments going down. Tell me I'm a stalker later, but I recorded the call, saved it and kept it. Here... let me show you." I made sure the volume was on a decent level as I placed my cell in the center of the secluded lunch table, it beginning to play the call back:
"Maybe if you didn't dress like such a whore, people would take you seriously!"
"What's wrong with the way I dress mother? And I do not dress like a whore! There's a difference between classy and casual, and I dress classy. I like wearing cute short dresses and skirts. There's nothing wrong with my clothing. Just leave like you always do mom. Because running away to Hawaii, France, Italy – wherever you go when you leave, running from your problems and downing alcohol isn't a way to deal with them and you know that!"
"Mom, wait! Sharpay! … you guys?" The sound of shattering took place. "Mother, stop it! Are you alright Shar? Mom! Don't!"
"Maybe if you were the child I wanted – perhaps I'd have more tolerance for you! Sharpay, you disgust me. So don't talk to me... and as of right now, don't say a single thing to me – ever. I loathe you. Why can't you be exactly like Ryan hmm? He is going places and he will make your father and I proud. He is more now than you will ever amount to be in a life time and he... Ryan, is my only child. You're dead to me Sharpay Evans and that's how it will stay for eternity! And for goodness sakes Sharpay, if you ever want to live your so – called Broadway dream, to have a chance at it in the slightest - lose weight and maybe some plastic surgery too. And that is the tip of the iceberg as to what needs improvement."
Kelsi's eyes widened, and the others were in just as much shock. "And that was the pocket dial phone call." I told them officially, as I reached out and grabbed my cell phone back. Exiting the recording and slipping my phone into my hoodie pocket.
"Wow, to listen to all of that going down – I'm sorry about that Gabs, and of course Sharpay and Ryan, who have to deal with it. That's just... it's sickening. Although I got the more gory details. Yesterday, well... I guess this was after the argument, but Ryan and I were working on this song in the park. My cell went off, and it was Sharpay calling me. So I answered it and made it sound like it was one of you guys, with her brother being right there and all. So long story somewhat short, she asked me if we could talk, and that she needed to talk to someone. And we met up at the mall... and would you believe, she was only in sweats?" Of course that in itself wasn't like Sharpay, but we just sat there, listening to what Kelsi had to say. "But after insisting on treating me, which she did with... this." She placed her brand new Chanel purse upon the table, Taylor and I were floored. That was no cheap handbag! "And plenty of gift cards that are usable anywhere in the mall. But she said that she wasn't buying my friendship, because it wasn't something that could be bought. She just wanted to pay me somehow for... being that sympathetic ear. And she would not take no for an answer. When the Evans treat you, they will make you take it no matter what and they both absolutely love treating people." She told us. "The staff around that mansion get treated and bonuses all the time. It's true!"
I smiled slightly at what she was saying. Sharpay loved treating people? Aww, how sweet! "I mean... do they even have those, not knock offs, the real thing, in this country?" Taylor questioned, taking Kelsi's new purse in her own hands, admiring it through and through. "This is stunning! Can you put in a good word for me? And Gucci please!" Taylor said, grinning. I knew she was kidding of course, but she was trying to get her mind around Sharpay giving this to Kelsi, 'just because'.
"Tay!" Kelsi chuckled, getting her purse back. "You're impossible."
