Sharpay

I had such a great day today, I didn't think that I would enjoy it, especially after all of those times I fell on the ice. I'm gonna have bruises all over me and they're not gonna be happy with me with that. Especially the director. He's gonna hate me, the make-up team are gonna hate me too. I think they'll be there for hours trying to cover them up, especially the one on my elbow, which is huge by the way, the whole of my elbow is bruised and that is not a good thing because I know tomorrow, I'm gonna be in so much pain. But other than that, I had fun. Troy was so sweet with me. He knew that I wasn't the best skater in the world but he wanted to help me out, he held onto my hands as he skated around the rink, he of course, being the show off that he is was skating backwards the whole time. He never let go of my hands and I never fell when I was holding his. I felt safe with him. A feeling that keeps reoccurring. Feeling safe with him.

We're walking along the street, heading back to my new studio apartment and I'm in a mischievous mood. I feel like a child again and I just want to have more and more fun. I slow down my pace and allow Troy to carry on walking ahead of me. I bend down and I gather a bunch of snow in my gloves. I fold it into a ball and I look up at him. I have a cheeky grin on my face because all I want to do now is throw a ball at his back, but what would be even better is if I call his name and he turns around and I throw it into his face. That's what I'm gonna do.

"Hey Troy," I say as innocently as possible. He half turns around.

"Yeah?" He says to me. I throw the snowball and it hits him smack bang in the middle of his face. His face scrunches up and his grimaces at it. His face is hilarious. I can't keep my laugh in anymore. I place my hand over my mouth and I burst out laughing, I bend forward and place wrap my other arm around my waist. My stomach is killing already. I'm laughing so hard right now, I can't stop, I can't breathe. His face was hilarious. The only thing I wish I could've done was got a picture of it. I'm still laughing hard, I'm finding it hard to breathe. I can't catch my breath. My laughter just keeps coming and it won't stop. He wipes his face with his hand and looks at me.

"You thought that that was funny?" He says to me. I still can't breathe, I still can't find myself to stop laughing. I just keep nodding at him. My eyes are closed because they're watering so much, they're watering so much that it's starting to sting my eyes but my laughter soon stop when I feel the cold sensation of a snowball hitting my arm. I open my eyes and I look at him. I wipe the tears away from my eyes.

"Did you just throw a snowball at me?" I ask him. He flashes a cheeky grin and nods

"Uh-huh", he admits. "Cold, isn't it?" he says with another cheeky grin. 'Oh two can play at that game'. I lean down and I grab a bunch of snow in my gloves but before I can stand up he's already thrown one at me. Smack bang on my cheek bone. Oh my god, that's cold. I look up at him.

"Oh, you're gonna pay for that," I say to him. I roll the snow into a ball and I throw it towards him, but when he knows that something is coming his way he dodges out of the way, he's great at sports so how didn't I see that coming. He grabs a bunch of snow and throws it at me, however, my reflexes aren't the best so it hits me in the chest but he's not gonna get away with this one. I fold forward and I hold my stomach, pretending that I'm in pain. I fall to my knees and pretend to cry. "Ouch," I say, pretending to be in pain. "Ouch, ouch, ouch." He's concerned now. He rushes over to me and kneels down on the ground quickly.

"Oh my god," he says with concern in his voice. "I'm so sorry. I didn't mean to hit you so hard. I'm so, so, so sorry. Are you okay?" He places his hand on my shoulder. I'm looking down at the ground, fighting hard to hide my smile. What he doesn't know is that I've gathered a snowball in my hand whilst he was coming over to me. I quickly lift my hand up towards his face with the snowball in, but he has quick reflexes and grabs my wrist softly and smiles. "Oh no," he says to me. "You're not gonna get me with that trick." He leans towards my face and says softly. "I invented that move."

"All right, fine" I say to him. "I'll drop the snowball and we'll have a truce."

"Sounds good to me," he says. "But I'm not gonna look away until you drop it. I know what you're next move is because as I said, I invented this move." He flashes me another cheeky grin. I can't help but smile at that grin of his. It's so goofy but at the same time it's so hot. I drop the snow from my glove and I raise my hand up to him, showing him that I've gotten rid of it. "Good girl," he says with a smile on his face. He stands up and holds onto my hands and helps me up. As we're standing I can't help but look into those beautiful ocean blue eyes of his. Like I've said on many of occasions, I could get lost in those eyes all day.

As we're standing we're both looking into each other's eyes. I'm gazing straight into those ocean blue eyes and he's gazing back into mine. Is this what I think it is? Are we about to kiss? Is he about to kiss me? Oh my god, my dreams are finally coming true. Troy Bolton is going to kiss me. I notice that he's leaning towards me, oh my god, he is actually gonna kiss me. I close my eyes slowly and I slowly lean towards him. I'm waiting for his lips to touch mine but I can't feel them. I can't feel his lips on mine. Doesn't he want to kiss me? Now I feel embarrassed. I open my eyes and I notice him staring at me strangely. Oh my god, he didn't want to kiss me. I feel like a total idiot. He clears his throat and backs away, rubbing the back of his neck, as if he's got a tight knot in the back of it and he's struggling to get it out. But I know the real reason. He's embarrassed. He's ashamed that I wanted him to kiss me and he knows that. He's known all along that I like him and now I feel like a complete and total retard.

I back away also and I turn my back to him, I place my hand on my forehead. I don't want him to see my face. I can feel my face burning up. The blood is rushing to my face. If he sees my face right now then he'll see that I'm as red as a tomato and that's not a good look. I'm Sharpay Evans. I'm not supposed to get embarrassed. I'm not supposed to look like a tomato. I hear him clear his throat again. I still don't want to turn around because my face is burning up, really burning up and if I look in a mirror then I'm sure I won't just be a tomato, I'll be two tomatoes.

"Did I do something wrong?" He asks me. I shake my head. I'm still unable to turn around to him. I don't say anything because I know that my voice will have emotion in it because right now I'm upset that he doesn't want to kiss me. I mean, I knew all along he didn't like me. I'm a bitch and nobody ever falls for the bitch. He slowly walks around to face me but I lower my head. I still don't want him to see me. He ducks his head to try and see my face but I don't make eye contact with him. I refuse to make eye contact with him. "If I did something wrong then I'd like you to tell me," he says to me softly. "I don't want to offend you in any way, if I have then I'd like to know." I shake my head again and I still don't make eye contact with him.

"I think that I should go home now," I finally say to him. "I need to get washed up, I have a show tonight." Even though I would love to spend more time with him usually, right now, I don't want to be anywhere near him, not because of him, because of me. It's always my fault. I'm always in the wrong. I'm always so stupid. I just want to go home and lock myself in my room and never come out.

"Okay," he softly says to me. "But if I did anything wrong then you would tell me, right?" I nod. It's a lie of course but he doesn't have to know about that. "Is it okay if I swing by tonight after the show though?"

"I guess," I say with a shrug.

"Okay, I've done something wrong," he says to me. "Can you tell me what I've done wrong? Please, I'd like to know because I hate hurting people, you know that, right?"

I nod.

"Okay," he says to me. "Well, could you tell me what I've done?"

"You've done nothing," I admit to him. I finally make contact with him, I start to become angry. Not with him, but with myself. I'm such a bitch and I hate myself for that. Why did I have to be a bitch? Then the most popular guy in high school, the best looking guy in high school would actually want to be with me, but he doesn't because I'm a bitch and I hate that. I absolutely hate that about myself. "It's me, okay." I finally admit to him. "I'm the one whose don't something wrong."

He looks at me strangely. "I don't understand," he says to me, confused of course. "What have you done wrong?"

"I've been a bitch," I admit to him. "I've been a complete and utter bitch."

"What brought this on?" He says with a confused tone in his voice.

"This," I say. "Everything. Life. Everybody around me. They've made me realise how much of a bitch I really am." Tears are now filling up my eyes but I close my eyes because I don't want him to see me crying.

"Sharpay," he says to me. "I don't understand why you're saying this now. We've had a great day today. Was taking you out a bad idea or something? Did taking you ice-skating make you realise that?"

"No," I admit. "It's wasn't the ice-skating."

"Then what was it?" he says. "I don't understand. Because today you haven't been a bitch. Since I've been back you haven't been a bitch. Since I've been here I've seen the real you. The one I saw in the summer. The genuine Sharpay. The one who isn't what everybody calls her. So I don't know what brought this on because I don't think you're a bitch. Not now I don't."

I open my eyes and I look at him. "You don't?" I finally ask him

"No, I don't," he says shaking his head. "I really don't." He places his finger on my chin and raises my chin so that my eyes were looking up at him, so that he could see my face. "If you think that you're a bitch now, then I don't know what to say because the Sharpay I've seen since I've been here has been the most wonderful woman I've ever met and I'm never gonna regret that."

I smile at him, a tear softly trickles down my cheek. He strokes his thumb softly across my cheek wiping the tear trail away.

"I don't want you to ever think that way again," he says to me. "You hear me?"

I nod and smile softly at him.

"Come on," he says to me. "I'll take you home."

I smile warmly at him and he wraps his arm around me, placing his hand on the small of my back. We walk down the street together heading back to my studio apartment. I do feel really stupid now. I want to kiss him but he obviously doesn't want to kiss me. He's such a good friend to me but I guess that's all we're gonna be. Just friends.