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Just so you all know, I do plan on having a sequel to this fanfic. I don't know how many chapters this fic will have, but I know that it's not anywhere near being done. I know that it's somewhat sad that I already have an idea for a sequel when I'm not even close to being done with my first fic, but hey, what can you do?
Disclaimer: I don't own High School Musical or any of the characters associated with it. However, Katrina is mine. I made her up, so she is all mine. If you would like to use the character, you must contact me and ask me for permission to use her. Otherwise, you must leave her alone.
Anyway, here is…
Chapter Nine
"Bolton, I've decided that if you want to sit and chat with me, it's going to be at the drama clubs table," Sharpay said, defiantly to Troy. She had managed to pull him away from his lunkhead basketball friends and actually got him to listen to what she had to say.
"What? I thought you said you were going to sit at our table," Troy said, confused as to why she now insisted he sit at her table.
"Yeah, I know what I said. Now let me tell you what I've decided. If you want to sit by me, you're going to sit with me at my table. If I asked to sit by you, I'd go to your table, but I didn't. You are coming to mine if you want to sit by me."
"A little bit moody, aren't we?" Troy said, grinning.
"Oh, shut up, Bolton!" Sharpay snapped. Troy laughed at the famous 'Ice Queen' look he was getting from Sharpay. "Look," Sharpay said, calming down quite a bit, "I just don't feel comfortable around your friends. I mean I know that they all hate my guts and hate that you and I are staring in a school musical together instead of you and Gabi. I'm not sitting with them, and that's that."
"Fine," Troy said agreeing to her conditions. "You know, not everyone hates you, right?" he said, looking straight in the eyes. She looked up at him.
"Name one person and it can't be anyone from the drama club."
"I don't hate you," he said, smiling at her with his cute boyish grin. Sharpay turned a bright shade of red, and for once couldn't say anything. "I'll be right back. I just have to go and tell Gabriella that I'm sitting at the drama club's table today and that I can't sit with her today.
"Okay," was all that Sharpay could say because she was still a little stunned that Troy still didn't hate her even though she was a complete bitch to him always.
Troy walked off to his table and Sharpay went to hers.
"Hey guys," Troy said when he returned to his table.
"Hey, Troy. Where's Shar? I thought you said she was going to be sitting by us," Gabi said immediately after he had come back.
"Well, as it turns out, I am now sitting at the drama geek table with her," Troy said to everyone.
"But Troy, why? Can't you just convince her to come here?" Gabi asked quietly.
"Gabriella," Troy said to her as he sat in his usual seat next to her, "It's only for one day. I promise I will sit here tomorrow."
Gabi smiled, "Okay, Troy. "I'll see you next period." He hugged her and made his way to the drama geek's table.
"You are singing this part way too fast, Ryan!" Sharpay heard Katrina say as she came back to her table.
"No, Trina, you're going too slow," Ryan fought back.
"No, I'm telling you, it's supposed to be slower."
"No, Trina, it's fast!"
"A lover's quarrel?" Sharpay teased as she listened to them fight.
"No!" Ryan and Katrina shouted.
"Is Troy sitting over here?" Katrina asked.
"Yep."
"Good," Katrina said. Sharpay laughed, as the two went back to fighting about the duet they had in the musical.
"Getting sick of each other yet?" Troy said as he approached the drama club's table.
"Oh, of course not," Katrina said sarcastically.
"Why don't you just ask Kelsi how fast it's supposed to be when she comes back?" Sharpay said, finding an immediate solution to there problems.
"LEAVE ME ALONE!" Katrina shouted.
"Okay, okay," Sharpay said quickly, "Come on, Troy. Let's leave this cute couple alone to sort out there differences. Katrina and Ryan both rolled there eyes and continued fighting as Sharpay and Troy took a seat at the other side of the table.
"So, I was thinking," Sharpay said as they sat down, "that maybe we could practice everyday after school that you don't have practice for basketball."
"Everyday?" Troy asked uneasily.
"Yes, Bolton, everyday. That's what I said isn't it?"
"Yes," Troy sighed. "But why does it have to be every single day?"
"Because, Bolton, we need to get used to singing with each other. After all, I've never sang with anyone except Ryan, and you've never sang with anyone but Gabriella."
"Okay," Troy said, admitting defeat. "Where and when do you want to practice?"
"My place at three," said Sharpay quickly.
"Why at your house?"
"Do you really want to argue with me?"
"No," Troy said in a hurry, hoping that he didn't already make her angry.
"That's what I thought," Sharpay said. "And don't be late Bolton, because I really just want to get everything sorted out." The two of them noticed that the cafeteria was clearing out.
"Well," Troy said slowly, "I guess I'll see you then." He stood up and walked away from the table.
"Yeah," Sharpay said quietly to herself, "I'll see you then."
"Come on Shar," Katrina said, pulling her up on her feet. "We are going to be so late for gym, and Mrs. Watson is going to kill us. Sharpay let Katrina drag her out into the busy hallway, with Ryan following close behind.
"Getting ready for your date?" Katrina asked, laughing at Sharpay.
"You know very well that it is not a date, Trina," Sharpay said, as she put on her lip gloss. "Troy is just coming over to practice." She paused and turned around to face Katrina, who was reading a magazine on her bed. "By the way, where's your boyfriend? I thought the two of you were going to be practicing until you got the song right."
"You mean Ryan," Katrina replied stupidly.
"Yes, I mean Ryan. Playing dumb doesn't work with me. You should know that by now Katrina," Sharpay said, putting her makeup away.
"Yeah, I thought we were too, but we sort of got into a fight over that stupid duet we have. He ended up locking me out of his room, so I decided rather than going home, I'd bug you until Troy came, and then I'd harass Ryan some more."
"Oh, how thoughtful of you, Katrina," Sharpay said sarcastically.
"So, Shar," Katrina said casually, "If you don't like the guy, why did you change outfits and put on new makeup and…"
"Trina!" Sharpay interrupted her. "I don't like Troy Bolton. Period. End of story. I just want to look good. Now is that such a crime?"
"Well, whatever, I don't care if you aren't telling me the entire truth. If you say you don't like him then I'll believe that."
"Thank you," Sharpay said quietly. Just then, the doorbell rang. Katrina smiled.
"Your gentleman caller awaits you," she said, as she quickly exited the room.
"Oh, shut it!" Sharpay said angrily.
(A/N: Okay, so I know this chapter is pretty short compared to the other ones I've written, but I decided that instead of having one really, really, long chapter, I'd just make it into two normal sized chapters. Let me know what you think! Oh and by the way, the next chapter will involve alot of Troypay, so if you like Troypay you'll be happy. However, if you don't 1) you won't be all that thrilled 2) I don't know why you're reading it in the first place.)
