Chapter Nine: Plan "RECONNET" Part Two
"She needs you; she's broken…no-she's already fallen. As you pretend to love, you don't even blink to see that your true love is dying away."
Finding Sharpay wasn't as hard as he had thought. Actually, the first place he looked was where he first found her.
Her locker,
Troy slowly walked up to her, tapping her shoulder. Sharpay looked into her mirror and there she saw Troy's reflection including that crooked grin of his. Why was it so irresistible?
"Troy.." She turned and stared at him. "What are you doing here? Not stalking me right because you do know I can press charges for that."
Troy stepped back and scratched his head. Sharpay found that he only did this on the occasion of when he was nervous or it was really awkward. But the question was: What was he nervous about?
"Troy, I'm waiting for an answer."
He looked to her. "Do you need a ride home?" He spit it out- he deserved a pat on the back.
Yeah, right.
Sharpay stared at him before laughing. Wiping a dramatically fake tear away from her eye, she straightened up and looked at him. "You're not serious?"
He smiled cockishly. "Why? Scared?"
Sharpay countered, "No. But isn't giving rides to girls against your morals as a boyfriend."
"Gabriella isn't here…" He smiled.
"You know the way I think. Okay, lets go. Let me just call Frankie to-"
"Already taken care of."
Sharpay rolled her eyes, gathering her bags before closing her locker door. "I really don't want to know how or why you did something like that."
They walked at the same pace as Troy looked over at her as if the answer was that obvious. "You said to try harder- I'm trying. I'm trying to be that friend I haven't been for years."
Sharpay giggled, "Took you long enough then. This has been overdue for seven years."
Troy's eyes widened- saying the number out loud made it seem even longer and made him even more guiltier. "Wow, I'm sorry. I really was a jerk for letting it go on that long. I should've known."
"Yeah, you should of." Not even correcting him. Sharpay looked over at him and smiled. "But I'm glad you're finally trying."
They stepped outside of the school and headed for the black Ferrari parked at the back of the parking lot. "Sorry it's so far. I came late today."
"Figures." Troy unlocked the car and Sharpay slid into the front seat, her bags being laid at her feet. Troy got into the car and started the engine.
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"So, we have a lot of things to catch up upon." Troy broke the calm silence that was starting to form from when they left the school to the first stoplight they came across.
Sharpay nodded. Then she thought of the first question of what she was going to ask. She turned in her seat towards Troy- well the best she could in the small space. "What is your favorite color?"
"Blue." He answered, looking at her for a split minute before turning back to the road. "Yours?"
Sharpay rolled her eyes, giggling. "Isn't it obvious?"
"What? Pink, really?" Sharpay nodded.
"Hey, it's a beautiful color- all it's own."
Troy laughed, "Fine. Fine, what's your favorite singer?"
"I'm still deciding from Jordin Sparks to Lady Gaga. But I'm usually tilting my way towards Gaga when I'm feeling festive and on some occasions Sparks when I'm sad." Sharpay smiled.
"Gaga, really? I heard she's a man."
"Don't you dare mock Lady Gaga. She is going to be a legend." She hit his bicep playfully.
"Whatever you say."
"Who do you listen to anyways, Troy? Can't be any better than Gaga."
"Muse, Boys Likes Girls, Ne-Yo- I listen to whoever." He shrugged.
"Hmm, interesting." Sharpay nodded, contemplating his answer. "Favorite food?"
"Sushi."
"No way. I love sushi." Her eyes went huge.
"Really? I thought you would love those fish eggs- caviar is it?" Troy suggested- stopping at another stoplight.
Sharpay shook her head- "I'm in like with them but they're not exactly my favorite meal. That's Lexi who enjoys them. She'll even eat them as a snack as long as she has caviar she's satisfied." She giggled at the end, bringing Troy to once again look away from the road and towards her.
"What?" Sharpay asked.
"Nothing, I just like your laugh."
Sharpay smiled. "Thanks, I liked your laugh too?" She said, laughing again causing him to laugh also.
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Troy drove into the long driveway that was the Evans' estate. He parked in front of the home.
Sharpay looked at the mansion then at Troy- thinking. "Troy, do you want to stay for dinner?"
Troy smiled, "Sure." He got out of the car as Sharpay got out from her seat.
They walked into the home to find Mrs. Kensington waiting for them in the foyer with a tray of just baked chocolate chip cookies.
"Miss Sharpay- welcome home. I was just about to give these to your brother and sister. Would you like to sample them? I know how much you've been craving for these." The sweet old lady said. Mrs. Lina Kensington was the wife of Jenkins- their butler but part-time driver when Frankie is off driving their parents.
"Thanks, Lina. You remember Troy, right?" Lina turned to the brunette next to Sharpay.
"Of course I do. My, how you've grown. I'm Mrs. Kensington but please call me Lina."
"Hi, Lina. These cookies look amazing. You wouldn't mind-" He motioned to take one. Lina smiled charmingly- pushing the tray further towards the two teens.
"Of course not, why don't you two just take the tray upstairs yourselves and be sure to share. Miss Sharpay- you know how Mister Ryan is when he doesn't get his share of my cookies. He's like a little five year old boy when that happens." Lina shook her head jokingly before walking back towards the kitchen area.
"Let's go." Sharpay grabbed a cookie and walked towards the grand staircase in the middle. Troy followed, munching down on the warm cookie whilst carrying the tray.
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Troy sighed at Sharpay. She insisted they run lines but then- they had forgotten their scripts at school. And Sharpay was too stubborn to call Kelsi.
"Why don't you just call Kelsi? That is the only way we are going to be able to rehearse." Troy said from his seat on the cream settee that sat across from Sharpay's enormous pink bed where she was sitting, her legs and her arms crossed.
"Maybe because I don't want to and you should've had your script with you."
Troy looked appalled, "How is this my fault? I wasn't the only one who left their script."
Someone knocked on the door, Troy got up and opened it. "Troy? What are you doing in…my sister's room?"
Ryan's head appeared as Troy moved out of the way and sat back in his original spot.
"What are you doing here, Ryan?" She rubbed her temple.
Ryan patted his stomach and stared at the cookies, "I smelled these delicious monsters from my room."
"You're room is all the way across the hall." She countered.
"I have very good smelling senses, sue me." He took a cookie and swallowed- then another and another.
"Well, anyways. Why don't you call her Troy? Hm," Sharpay asked, a newly plucked eyebrow rose from her face.
Troy shrugged uncomfortably, "I got in an argument with Gabriella today and I really doubt any of the girls will be willing to talk to me."
"You're such a girl."
"You're such a girl." Troy snapped back.
Sharpay rolled her eyes, "I am a girl, genius."
"Oh really? Because from my view you look extremely male to me." Troy chuckled, smirking.
"Oh, Bolton. You're really grilling my nerves."
"Really? I hardly noticed."
"Strike two."
"More like strike 79,700." Troy smiled bigger.
"Bolton…"
Troy looked at her innocently, "Are we fighting?"
Sharpay breathed in and out through her nose and calmed down slightly- and by slightly just a half percent of her was calmed. "No, we're having a creative discussion."
Ryan rolled his eyes and continued chowing down on the cookies as Troy laughed, "Because it seems like we're fighting."
"No, Bol-Troy. We are not fighting. We are having a creative discussion." Sharpay said as she stared Troy down. Troy got up from his seat and slowly walked towards her.
"Fighting."
Sharpay arose from her seating position and walked towards him too. "Creative discussion."
"Fighting."
"Creative discussion.."
"Fighting."
"Enough." Ryan said as he eyed the two- who were already just centimeters apart from each other. Ryan set his cookies down and dusted his mouth off- the crumbs falling onto Sharpay's extremely white cashmere carpet; she didn't even notice a bit.
"I can not believe you guys are having a fight about if you're having a fight." They all turned to see Lexington at the doorway rolling her eyes. "Can you guys get anymore immature."
She scoffed and turned to go to her bedroom. Sharpay rolled her eyes and was the first to walk away.
Troy smiled and looked towards Sharpay. "Now I see how you guys are related."
He was expecting her to say 'shut up' or 'whatever' but no response whatsoever came hurling towards him, he turned to Ryan who had shrugged before departing with the rest of the cookie tray in his hands.
"Sharpay?" Sharpay turned to him and smiled.
"That was good practice, eh?"
Troy looked at her confused, "Whaat?"
"Don't be stupid, Troy. I'm co-president of the Drama club. I have all the scripts and plenty of copies of them. I was just testing our abilities of how intense we can get. And it proved you know how to just improvise and keep a good intense stare." Sharpay laughed and went to a door across the hall, Troy following her- still half-confused.
"Okay, so all that arguing was a test?"
Sharpay nodded as they entered the room. It was more of an office- one side pink- another purple and another blue. It must've been the siblings' office. "Here," Sharpay handed him a new script- crisp white papers and no coffee stains across the pages. "A new copy."
Troy thumbed the pages checking each page just in case it was a trick. He would never be able to estimate the Evans siblings, ever. He nodded and smiled, "Cool."
Sharpay smiled back, "Cool." Looking away, she tucked a blonde hair behind her ear and cleared her throat. She was just about to open her mouth once again when Lina walked in- her hands on her hips.
"Ahem, you two- out. Out, out. It is dinner time. I have already gathered your siblings and have your parents on the screen." She smiled and walked out.
Sharpay giggled and clapped her hands twice, bouncing on the balls of her feet. Troy looked at her weirdly, "What does she mean by 'screen'?"
"Silly, you've never talked to your parents through a television before?" Sharpay asked, taking Troy's arm and leading him down the hallway towards the grand staircase.
"If you haven't noticed, my parents aren't like your parents." Sharpay nodded, frowning a little.
"Sorry, I forgot. Really, I thought you would-"
"Love birds, hurry the hell up. I want to eat."
"Didn't you just eat those damn cookies?" Lexington's voice popped into the conversation, smacking her brother's head at his rudeness.
"So? I'm starving. You know how I get with my stomach, it just overpowers me."
Sharpay rolled her eyes as Troy gave a confused laugh. "You'll get used to it. This happens almost everyday."
Lexington chuckled, "Meaning- it happens every-single-day."
Troy arched a amused eyebrow at the youngest Evans sibling before walking towards the dining room, Sharpay still holding onto his arm, and Ryan's stomach still grumbling.
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disclaim: no black ears. no red shorts. no yellow shoes. Nor do I own the suite life episode where the script of Troy and Sharpay's fight came from.