Laura: I heard about you throwing up on Troy. Are you okay?

Sharpay stared at the message for a long time. She felt her eyes moisten and blur. A tear rolled down her cheek. Where was this coming from? She had just had the best night of her life and now this.

Sharpay: What? I didn't puke on Troy…who told you that? Where'd you hear that?

Laura: What? You didn't throw up? Why would he say that?

Sharpay: Who told you that?

Laura: My dad: he said that someone saw you throw up on Troy while you were dancing.

Sharpay felt like a brick had been heaved at her stomach. She grabbed where the pain was coming from and held her hand there as she replied.

Sharpay: Well you need to check your dad's sources. I didn't puke on Troy.

Laura: Oh. Are you okay? You had a good time then?

Sharpay didn't even respond. She just deleted the text and threw her phone to the foot of her bed. She was going to find out who started that rumor. She'd had a great time with Troy. She had gone out of her comfort zone, danced, and she thought she'd made the right choice; she felt really good about her choice—until today.

She stared at her phone for a while, just letting the tears roll down her face. Then she grabbed it and immediately texted Troy. She was past the point of hurt; now she was enraged.

Sharpay: I just got a very odd text from Laura…about me puking on you at the dance.

For Troy's sake, she hoped that he had a great explanation. Her phone screen lit up and she opened the message. Her heart was pounding with resentment, irritation and fury.

Troy: WHAT? What the heck…I have no idea. What did she say?

Sharpay: She said that her dad told her family I puked on you at the dance.

Troy: I don't believe it.

Sharpay: I am really upset about it. You didn't tell anybody I puked on you?

Troy: no, I would never do that. I knew you were nervous, and you said you felt sick but I didn't say you actually threw up on me.

Sharpay was confused: But you talked to someone about me feeling sick…

Troy: Yeah, my dad.

And there it was. Sharpay had come to the realization over the past few years that Troy's dad was the type of guy to get his attention by making fun of people. He reminded Sharpay of a cheap car salesman. Really fake; only talks to you to get gain for his own ego. Sharpay couldn't stand him.

Sharpay texted Troy back: It was your dad.

Troy: What? No way. I'll ask him. TTYL

Sharpay threw her phone down in frustration again. She couldn't believe Troy wasn't on her side with this. Sharpay decided to leave her phone in her room while she distracted herself. She headed down stairs to the TV room and put in her favorite movie, "Rocky IV". She loved Rocky; he was such a great character. These movies gave her hope in men, because heaven only knew what her thought about men at this moment was.

….

A few days later Sharpay had kind of forgotten the rumor. She had been telling everyone about her change of heart, how she danced through two slow songs, the whole shebang. And whenever asked about who she danced with, she always had the same answer. With a smile creeping onto her face, she'd respond, "Troy Bolton."

She laid in her bed, responding to texts she had received throughout the day. Then she went past the messages from Troy a few days back. She realized he hadn't texted her back after he mentioned he'd talk to his dad.

Sharpay: Did you talk to your dad?

Sharpay always seemed to text more at night than throughout the day. Mostly because it was the only time she was by herself. A typical day was spent rehearsing for some musical production and then hanging out with friends, and then spending time with family. She didn't have a lot of time near her phone except for bedtime…around 10PM.

She pressed a button on her phone and saw that Troy had responded.

Troy: haha yeah, I did

Sharpay: ? and…?

Troy: so apparently, my dad and Laura's dad and Mr. Johns were talking in the hallway about me and you dancing. I came up behind them and my dad said "So Sharpay puked on you, huh?" and I was like no, she said she felt sick but we had a really nice time and he and Laura's dad and mr. johns were making fun of you and laughing. That's all it was.

This response didn't help the situation.

Sharpay: and what happened after you said that?

Troy: nothing. I just walked away. I ignore things like that

Sharpay didn't know how to respond to Troy's response. She felt a little hurt that he didn't stick up for her much more than that.

Sharpay: and that doesn't bother you at all?

Troy: it was harmless, they didn't say anything mean

Sharpay: not about you, but obviously you don't understand that I put myself out on the line, out of my comfort zone and went to that dance. And I get repaid by a rumor being started. That's fantastic. I knew I should've skipped the dance.

Troy: you are overreacting. It's so not a big deal Sharpay.

Sharpay: and you are underreacting. It is a big deal. I am going to bed I'll ttyl

Sharpay waited for his response before shutting her phone off for the night. She thought that Troy and she had something going. She thought that he liked her. "Obviously," she thought, "I misinterpreted his winks, smiles, tex…" She was interrupted by his response.

Troy: come on. I'll stick up for you if anything else happens. But it's not as big of a deal as you think.

"Yeah okay," she said aloud as she held the power button down on her phone. The screen turned black and she put her phone away. Sharpay lay in bed for a while, thinking about all the points of view she could have on this, and thinking about the night of the dance. She finally decided that no matter what people said she was glad she went. It was a great way to start off her goal of "doing more for senior year."

Before turning out her light, she made a list of things to do the next day.

TO DO LIST:

Clean room

Start getting addresses for graduation announcements

Look online at grad party supplies

Email Emma, talk about puking rumor

She looked at her list again, and decided she'd better talk with Emma first. Emma was Sharpay's very best friend. They were like sisters and Sharpay knew that Emma could offer comfort. She drew an arrow so that Email Emma would be at the top of her list. She set down the list, and turned out her light. She'd try to get some sleep and calm down before opening the door of the rumor again tomorrow when emailing Emma.

*Hey everyone! Hope you enjoy my story…please leave comments for if you like the story or not. I have a lot more chapters to post…It'll end up being at least 30 chapters long! So if I get at least one response from a reader I'll keep posting enjoy! –Juliet Spree