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Chapter 10: The waves of an ocean

That first week back was hell for Sharpay Evans. By the end of it she couldn't wait for some crazed terrorist to blow up the school and she didn't feel a bit guilt for whishing it. The loneliness of not having her twin with her in school was much harder then she had anticipated, she could hear Ryan's favourite music blasting out from other peoples I-pods when she walked down the corridor. Drama was torture too, not only did they have some idiot replacement teacher for Mrs. Darbus, who didn't know the difference between a comedy and a tragedy but she had to put up with everyone's pitying gaze when any past musicals were mentioned in which her and Ryan had had the lead parts. The pity, she hated it, sure she was used to manipulating people in the past and had used guilt trips when necessary to get something she wanted, but this was different because this time it was real and she wasn't using it for her own gains. She wished they'd all just stop looking at her because she knew what they all thought; that the best twin died and it should have been her because she was a bitch, she knew it because that's what she thought.

There was one person in particular who she wished would stop starring; Troy Bolton. They still hadn't spoken, although he tried just after that first lesson where she'd been late, but she'd frozen him out again, it was better like that. Still she often felt his eye on her; in lessons, if she was asked to answer a question, in the corridors, in the lunch hall and anytime she had to walk past him and his group of wildcats. There was something about his looks that unsettled her, it was like he was searching for something and like he could see her in a way that was completely different from what everyone else could see. She parked the convertible in the drive way and made her way inside the huge house. Closing the door shut behind her she called out; ''Mother? Dad!?'' No reply, her dad was probably playing golf at the club and her mum would be having a session with her new therapist. Entering the kitchen, Sharpay sighed in relief, she was glad her parents were out. If things were bad at school they weren't much better at home. Her father was putting on a macho front, still playing golf and working, hiding his grief at losing a son he never took the time to get close to. Her mother however was falling to pieces, Ryan had always been her little ducky and he had been his mothers son as much as Sharpay was daddies princess. Sharpay would go into Ryan's room, only to find her mother crying on his bed, all this had aided in creating even more of a distance between her and her mum and now even with her father she found it hard to connect so she preferred it when they weren't there and she could have the house to herself.

Opening the fridge to get some juice, she straightened up to hear the door opening. ''Sharpay dear, are you in?'' Her mother had returned, abandoning her quest for some juice, Sharpay straightened up and closed the fridge, heading out of the kitchen. ''Hi mother,'' she aimed at her mum who was standing in the entrance. She was just starting to go up the staircase when her mother blocked her gently. ''Sharpay dear, can you come into the parlour please? I have to talk to you.'' Following her mum into their posh parlour, Mrs. Evans indicated that she should sit on the sofa and standing up herself she looked down on her daughter and Sharpay could see she was feeling apprehensive by the way she was playing with her favourite golden bracelet, a present from Ryan that she wore everyday. ''Now then, you're probably wondering why I've set up this little chat.'' Truth be told Sharpay was wondering how long this would be, she wanted to go up to her room, but she nodded accordingly. Smiling back nervously her mother carried on, ''Well, it's about your-your brother Ryan.'' Sharpay sighed wearily, why did she want to talk about him for? ''Look mother you have you're therapist for that don't you?'' Shacking her head her mother stopped her; ''No no its not that. Although it would be good if we could talk about it. But no, this is about Ryan, his-his body.'' Sharpay frowned up at her, not understanding. ''You said you and that Bolton boy found him,'' she started slightly at the mention of Troy and the memories of that terrible day. But her mother pursued on. ''And you said you buried him on some hill-'' Still not understanding where her mother was coming from and seeing that she was becoming more frantic Sharpay cut in; ''Yes but mother what has this go to do with anything?'' Her mother pursed her lips decidedly, ''Me and your father have been talking and well he didn't want me to say anything yet, but I can't wait any longer.'' Standing up, Sharpay thought she could see were her mother was going and she didn't like it. ''You're going to have too show us the island, were going to move Ryan, his body and then he'll be buried properly.'' Her mothers voice broke with emotion and she fell into one of the leather sofas defeated but Sharpay didn't care her guess was right and she was outraged. ''We are not moving him.'' Her mum looked up at her, now it was her turn to be incredulous. ''Sharpay dear, I know it will be hard but you'll be okay you won't have to go back on the island you can just show us from the plane. But you must see you're brother has to be given a proper funeral.'' This maddened her further, hadn't they been listening when she told them about the hill being the perfect place for Ryan to be buried? ''He's already had a proper funeral.'' Trying to calm her anger she carried on, ''Mum, I told you and dad that hill was the best place, he's at peace there and-'' Suddenly her mum snapped up from the sofa and glared angrily at her, ''Maybe for you! Maybe for you he's at peace, but not for me-" she was crying now, "You got to say goodbye and I didn't, hell your father doesn't care, but I do and I need to be able to visit his grave.''

Her anger eased slightly, she was still determined that Ryan would stay on the hill but she could understand her mother's need to visit him like she had done on top of the hill. So doing it for the first time in years she moved closer to her mother touching her arm and intending to give her a hug. But it all went wrong her mother flinched violently away from her touch like she was some poisonous snake. Her tears had stopped flowing and she wiped her face harshly with her sleeve, something very unlike her and as she moved away from Sharpay she was looking at her like she'd never seen her before her gaze full of resentment. ''You know what I lay in bed wishing sometimes?'' Her voice was soft and vicious, she had never heard her mum speak like that before it scared her and Sharpay thought of running out to phone someone; her dad or her mum's therapist and tell them that her mother was finely cracking from the grief. She didn't wait for Sharpay to answer and carried on, biting her lip with pain so hard it had started bleeding, ''I wish it was you that was dead. I have a dream that it was Ryan we met at the airport, not you. It should have been you, Ryan was a good boy and you just pushed around him and he followed you everywhere. It should have been you.'' Her voice was growing more hysteric now and she was approaching Sharpay, "I don't want to see you until you decide to show us where my son is buried. Get out, get out!'' She was screaming and had started shacking her violently, breaking free of her mothers grasp Sharpay made a break for the door and ran out of the huge family house. She kept running, running away from everything her mothers accusations, her brothers death the memories of her time on the island. Out of breath and barely able to see due to the hot tears pouring down her face, she began to walk turning into a familiar park of her childhood. Then she stopped in her tracks seeing him, the one person who saw her for everything she was.

It had been a hard week for Troy Bolton too. He felt frustrated beyond belief, he needed to talk to Sharpay like he needed to breath, but just like after he had kissed her on the island she was freezing him out. By now, however he knew her well enough to realise that this was just a defence mechanism, she was afraid of him because he knew too much and he could now see beyond the walls she put up around everyone else. He could see she was sad, scared and lonely and he guessed from what he could remember of her parents last year that things were hard too at home. All he wanted to do was let her know that he could see she was hurting and that she could share it with him, she didn't have to deal with everything on her own. Unfortunately for him his lapsing attention hadn't gone unnoticed by his friends and most importantly Gabriella. He was aware that she was getting more and more impatient with him but he was surprised to find he didn't much care anymore. It was like his whole world suddenly revolved around Sharpay Evans, he found himself watching her constantly, wondering what was going on through her mind and fighting the urge to grab her hand and break her out of the hell he knew she must be living in.

This bought him on to why he was here, sitting on Mrs. Montez's sofa waiting for Gabriella to finish changing and come downstairs. He was going to break up with her, since he had come back, actually now that he thought about it since before that, things didn't feel right between them. She had become annoying to him, he found himself resisting the urge to shout at her to shut up when she would go on with her constant chatter and he only felt irritated if she touched him or acted loving in any way. He didn't want to hurt, she was a good person, but he couldn't carry on pretending to feel something he didn't. He heard her walking down the stairs, so standing up he waited for her to enter feeling more impatient for it to be over than nervous. She smiled walking towards Troy and made to kiss him but he pulled away. "Troy! What is with you?'' He could see she was hurt by him pulling away but he had to say what he had come to say. "Gabriella listen, you're such a wonderful person but I can't be in this relationship, I don't feel about you like I did before.'' She blinked slightly then frowned and he could see her struggling to control he anger, "What are you saying Troy? You don't love me anymore?'' It was exactly how he felt but it seemed to harsh to just nod. " Its like the Troy I was before this crash, he was a different guy and he was in love with you but everything's changed now, I've changed and I just don't love you how I did before.'' She swallowed taking a deep breath and then she seemed to give in to her anger. "Troy! Who the heck do you think you are?! You're acting like you were the only one stranded on an island, well guess what you weren't! What about me do you think it was easy for me and Taylor to watch Chad's agony when he lost his arm, because it wasn't!'' Troy took a step back she was becoming unusually hysteric, "No that's not what I meant I-'' She cut in before he could carry on, her eyes blinking furiously as though she was working something out; "Its Sharpay isn't it?'' Troy looked down and this seemed to confirm it. "I knew it! All week you've been staring at her, do you have feelings for her?'' Troy started making his way out, "Listen Gabriella that's got nothing to do-'' She gave a laugh the like's of which he hadn't heard her do before, "Troy wake up! She's the ice queen she doesn't have a heart.'' All guilt for hurting her disappeared, all he wanted to do was get as far away from Gabriella as possible; "Its over.''

He wasn't aware that he had been running and now he was starting to feel a stitch in his side. Slowing down to a walk he turned and entered a familiar park. Then he saw her and she was looking at him and he knew what she was about to do and he wasn't going to let her this time. So running after her, he caught up with Sharpay. "Just leave me alone Troy-" it was his turn to interrupt her; "No! I wont let you keep running Sharpay I love you!" She stopped in her tracks, her face was slightly blotchy she had been crying, but looking into her sparkling sad blue eyes, Troy thought he had never seen her look more beautiful. He couldn't believe what he had just said but at the same time he realised it was the truth. Then the her face twisted up in pain again, "No you don't, you love Gabriella. And that's fine that's just the way it is.'' He had to make her understand. "Dam it Sharpay you drive me insane! You're always interrupting me, cutting me off, freezing me out, you run away when things are to hard to handle but I'm not letting you go this time because I love you.'' She was turning away, "I do I love you! I love you so much its killing me, I'm ignoring all my friends and everything else but I don't care because you're all that matters to me." She looked up at him tears pouring out of her eyes once more, he was telling the truth she could tell and a heavy weight on her chest lifted. "And you, how do you feel?" He was asking her, gazing into her eyes anxiously but she knew the answer. "Dam it too Troy! You're too good for me, and you're to nice but yes, I love you and it's taken me nearly a month to work that out. You see me for who I am and you love me despite of it." Words were no longer necessary they pulled together embracing and it was like an explosion of all their feelings and pain had set off and it felt so right like the waves off an ocean crashing on the beach.

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