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Bewitched by You

Part 9

"Ba ba, Troy! Ba ba, Troy-boy, yeah!"
Everyone on the set looked up as the arrogant Troy Bolton cycled into work, singing a song revolving around his name. He pulled up beside his coffee maker, and jumped off his bike, yelling, "Guys! Make me 20 coffees, bring me the best one!"
Two men shuffled forward and began working on the coffee machine.

"Hey, T-man!" Chad grinned, running up to Troy, followed by the producers.

"Hey, Chad! What's up?"
"Listen, Troy, we got the test scores back…"

"Test scores?" Troy cried, grabbing the sheets Dan held, "Wow! How'd I do? … 34? Is that for real?"
Troy looked up at all the producers, who all had their eyes turned down.

"Oh my God!" Troy cried, "A 34??? Are you kidding me?"
"Sorry, buddy," Chad sighed.

"They hate it! Sharpay must've got slaughtered," Troy sighed, looking down the list, "99? 99??? Seriously? She didn't say anything! How could someone who didn't say anything get a 99, high then the person who said everything???"
Troy's voice had steadily been raising throughout this rampage, and here he threw down the score sheets and angrily stamped his feet.
"Morning, everyone," Sharpay smiled, walking onto set. No one seemed to notice her as Troy continued yelling.

"Where the testing people high?? Where they high on crack, or something? Huh? Did we drug test them?"
"I have something to say," Sharpay said timidly.

"Where they just sitting in the test room saying "Hey, let's give her a 99 and him a 34, and by the way, I'm high ON CRACK!!"" Troy snapped.

Sharpay suddenly felt rage overflow her. She'd sat by and let that idiot do whatever he wanted, and now she was done.

"I HAVE SOMETHING TO SAY!" she screamed over the noise of Troy's next sentence. Everyone looked to see Sharpay, her face flushed pink and her eyes darting in fury.

"What?!" Troy yelled, to upset to see the blonde's anger.

"You're a jerk!" Sharpay hissed. Troy's furious demeanour fell and his eyes widened.

"What?"
"I said," Sharpay began quietly, and then her voice rose, "You're a jerk!"
She marched up to Troy, jabbing her finger into his chest with every word he said, "You are rude, and self-centred, and an arrogant pig!"
"Hey, sweetie," Chad cut in, "Why don't you go back to your trailer and take some aspirin and –"

"Hey! You sit down or I'll give you a tail!" Sharpay hissed, directing her anger at Chad. He instantly shrank back slightly.

"Sharpay, calm down!" Troy cried.

"You sit down!" Sharpay said. Troy blinked, looking confused.

"Sit down!"
Troy shrank down into a chair, and Sharpay began pacing back and forth, breathing heavily, before spinning on her heel and looking down on Troy.

"This show is supposed to be about a marriage. A real life marriage, with real problems like…like what colour to paint the kitchen, or….I don't know, I'm too mad to think!"
Sharpay took another deep breath, slowly calming down slightly.

"No wonder the audience doesn't like the show." Sharpay sighed, "Who in the right mind would want…to marry…you!"
"Hey!" Troy cried, honestly hurt.

"That's it. You're fired," Chad snapped. Sharpay whipped her head around to face him, blonde curls flying.

"Whatever!" she hissed, suddenly returning to the snarky high-schooler she'd been, "I quit, anyways,"
She grabbed her bag off the table, and flung it onto her shoulder.

"Have a nice life!" she cried, storming out the set and leaving the set in a surprised silence.

"You okay, Troy?" asked Chad.
"No one had talked to me like that in twenty years," Troy whispered.

"Once a week, a woman talks to me like that," Chad said, depressed.

"Y'know what I think?" Troy asked, standing up, "The woman needs a part!"
"Huh?" everyone cried.

"Hey, she's the best Samantha we'd ever find! She's great!" Troy insisted, grabbing his jacket, "I'm gonna go catch her!"
The crew could only watch as Troy ran out, ready to chase the angry blonde.

Sharpay slammed the door to her trailer, carrying her stuff, and she stalked towards her obvious pink convertible.

"SHARPAY!"

"God," Sharpay groaned, turning to see Troy Bolton racing towards her…on a golf cart.

She quickly turned back and walked faster towards the car, but Troy drove up beside her, still repeating her name.

"Sharpay!" Troy cried, driving in front of her, forcing her to stop. He jumped out of the cart and following Sharpay as she went around his golf cart.

"Sharpay, please wait! Look, for twenty years people have treated me like the big movie star, and I'm sick of it! Even my wife, she kept her feelings locked up and resented me, before cheating on me and leaving!"
"Well," Sharpay gasped, "In my family, we usually just…disappear!"
"No, no, don't disappear, Sharpay!" Troy pleaded, grabbing her arm, "Look, that display in there was amazing! None of us want you to leave,"
"What?" Sharpay asked, panting.

"Look, from now on, you're in charge! If I act like an idiot, just say "Hey! He's being a jerk!" and we'll stop everything. We'll destroy the set, burn the costumes, and leave it! Please?"

"And all I have to say is "He's being a jerk!"?" Sharpay asked. Troy nodded.

"He's being a jerk!" Sharpay repeated quietly.
"Yeah!" Troy said enthusiastically.

"He's being a jerk!!" Sharpay shrieked, very loud. Troy took a small step back, obviously surprised.

Sharpay grunted a couple more times in frustration, and Troy nodded.

"Yeah. C'mon, let's go back to the set,"
Sharpay sighed, shaking her head, "I can't just walk back in there! I was fired,"
Sharpay paused a moment, and then said, "Wait…I quit,"
"Yeah," Troy smiled, turning her back towards the set, "Let me carry your plant,"

Hah. Well, we'll have some cute Troypay next time!! Review - :)