Okay, so my laptop and flash drive have officially joined forces against me. But luckily for you (or unluckily, depending on the quality of this chapter) I have noisy, annoying family over at my house. Not the cool kind who are way nice and let you live your life as you normally do. The kind who just sit on the couch, eat, complain, talk on your phone, and delete your TiVo so they can record the all the episodes of Hannah Montana they possibly can (since they apparently don't have cable back wherever they're from). I don't even know how I'm related to them! I think they're my mom's third cousins or something... oh! and did I mention that because of them I'm typing this from my basement. There's a girl like, three years younger than me (which wouldn't be that horrible in normal circumstances) who my parents expect me to mingle with but all she talks about how cool it is that our mall has a Victoria's Secret in it and how she likes this guy who looks exactly like David Archuleta (I'm not even kidding). Okay, the point is that Because of these factors, I have nothing better to do than write. So enjoy...

Sharpay's POV

It was day four, the second to last day. Usually by day four I would be sick and tired of whoever I was seeing, and I couldn't wait until the next day when I could just let them go and take a break until the next guy came along. But today was different. Like, really different. I was... I don't know, nervous, mad, and surprisingly, I showed an unusual interest in making out with Troy. I mean, we'd been spending practically every second that we were awake together. It was like we were actually a real couple. Of course, for some reason, Shay felt the need to call or text me, on the hour to remind me that I'd have to dump him on Friday. And I somehow figured that Shay was easier to drown out when I was making out with Troy.

I pushed Troy down onto his bed, all the while, making sure that my lips never left his. I have no clue how Troy got to be such a good kisser with only one girlfriend in his romantic history, but I wasn't complaining. And at this point, neither was Troy. His hands were rested around my waist and I had him completely pinned.

I stopped for a second to take a breath and Troy immediately pulled away from me. "I think we'd better stop now... before we do something that we might regret."

"I'm not really regretting anything at the moment." I said, pushing my lips against Troy's roughly.

Troy turned his head away for a moment. "Seriously Sharpay, I think we'd better stop now."

"Oh come on Troy, just try living in the moment, I promise that you won't even think about looking back." I let my hands wander down Troy's toned abs to his belt buckle...

"Whoa! Shar! What's going on with you?" Troy jumped away from me, looking at me, with extreme shock and serious concern visible on his face.

At that moment, I was horrified. Not that I was mad at Troy or anything... I was just so conflicted, I mean, he actually seemed to care about me, it would have made it so much easier if he just wanted to make out like I did. "Troy," I said, trying to make my voice sound as cold as possible. "If you don't like me, then maybe I should just go."

Troy took my hand. "It's not that I don't like you, Sharpay-"

"Then why else wouldn't you want to... be with me?" My cheeks flushed red. You see, I didn't mean anything I said. I just found it easier to be mad at Troy when I was convincing myself that he had no interest in me, and while trying to verbalize this, it somehow came off as me desperately wanting to have sex with him.

Troy looked me straight in the eyes... there was something strangely calming about the way that he was looking at me. "Sharpay... look, we've only been going out for a few days. It's not that I'd never be interested in... being with you, but I don't want it to be because you're having a bad day or something."

"Oh, I get it. So you think I'm some kind of slut?" I yelled, standing up. "Let me guess, Zeke finally got to you, huh?"

"No! That's not it at all!" Troy stood up and lifted my chin, so that I was looking him straight in the eye. "Sharpay, are you okay? Is there anything you want to talk about? You know I'm always here."

I grabbed my purse. "No... there's nothing you can do right now. I have to go." I said, hastily making my way towards the door. I fixed my makeout hair before pulling out my compact and wiping away some smudged lip gloss.

"Sharpay, wait." Troy said, following me to the door. "Really... are you okay?"

I took a deep breath. "I'm sorry for going all psychopathic on you." I said.

"Hey... I get it." Troy said reassuringly (and making everything a billion times worse). "You're nervous about the party tomorrow."

"Yeah... exactly." I lied.

"Were still going together, right?" Troy asked, almost sounding nervous. "Because I had this really great surprise for you and-"

"Yes Troy. Of course we're still going together. I just need some time to myself today... okay?" I asked.

"Sure." Troy said, giving me a quick kiss on the cheek. I smiled at him and was about to leave when I felt Troy's hand over mine. "Sharpay, I know we've only been together for a few days, but I really, honestly care about you."

I smiled reluctantly up at Troy. "Thank you Troy... you seriously have o idea how much that means to me."

I walked away quickly. Okay, I'll admit that I was going completely insane here. But can you really blame me? In just a mere twenty-four hours, I'd be forced to walk away from the best thing that had ever happened to me. I couldn't believe that Troy thought that my psychotic breakdown was caused by party-planning induced stress. I mean, sure it was somewhat stressful, but not nearly as stressful as the thought of having to break it off with Troy after just five days of dating. Was I stupid? I mean, really, what kind of connection could you really form with someone over just five days? Possibly. Because it didn't matter how long we were together, I could tell that I liked what I knew about him, and I wanted to explore more about him, but at the same time, I felt like I'd known him for my entire life. I'd never been in love before... and I was pretty sure that this was the closest I had ever been to it. And I was scared that after the five days were up, I'd never get it back again.

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Troy's POV

I was worried. I was rightfully worried. Sharpay was worried too... I could see it. I mean, I know her. I know that we were only together for four days, but still, I knew her. And that whole episode with her going all sex crazed on me was most definitely not her. Okay, admittedly, I sort of enjoyed the whole thing with her for a little while, but I knew that it wasn't her, so I couldn't do it. Yeah, if word got out to the basketball team about that incident, I would never live it down. Ever.

I was on my way to a last minute basketball practice, and Chad since Taylor had borrowed Chad's car to go to an intimate gathering between the members of the academic decathlon team that Chad had somehow managed to get out of going to. According to Chad, geek parties were like normal parties, but instead of people acting stupid, yelling 'that's what she said!' every five seconds and getting drunk, they trashed talked everyone in school, discussed all of their make believe long distance relationships with stacked supermodels and gorgeous but tortured artists... and got drunk.

"By the way man, Taylor keeps on asking about you." Chad said, taking a brief break from another one of his cheerleader wardrobe malfunction stories.

"Really? What for?" I asked. Even though I knew exactly what she was asking for.

"Dude... about how you and Sharpay are doing, every five seconds, she's all 'does Troy see how superficial Sharpay is yet?' or all 'has Troy been complaining about Sharpay or anything?'" Chad said, mimicking Taylor perfectly. I pretty much had to laugh at laugh at that one, I mean, it was pretty damn hilarious. "I'm serious, she's probably bringing all of the info to the mother ship that s Gabriella."

"What did you tell her?" I asked.

"I told her the truth." Chad said. "I told her that you were hopelessly sprung."

"You seriously told her that?"

"Yeah." Chad muttered, all of a sudden sounding extremely bitter. "She wouldn't even let me kiss her for like three hours because of that one. But you know, she asked for it." He shrugged. "I guess she wanted me to say that you were totally miserable and wanted Gabriella back so desperately that you couldn't even bare the thought of spending another day without her." Chad rolled his eyes. "But what can I say? You're sprung. Does being sprung over Sharpay Evans make you a total and complete dumb ass? Yes. But does that stop you? No. I've seen guys like you before."

"What are you talking about?" I asked.

"Dude, don't pretend like you don't know. Tomorrow is the last day you two are going to be together and seriously, you guys are over. Usually guys can just step down with dignity. But I have a bad feeling that you aren't going down without a fight, which I strongly advise you against. I mean, do you know how many restraining orders that girl has filed?" Chad laughed. "I swear, if restraining orders were worth double points, then there wouldn't even be any point in finishing the Game, Sharpay would be like, a billion points ahead. Then again, the Game really isn't about points anyways."

I gave Chad a skeptical look. "What do you mean by that?"

Chad shrugged. "Nothing man... all that I'm saying is that Sharpay doesn't really seem to hate the excessive amount of male attention she gets because of the game."

Not Chad too. "Dude... you don't seriously believe Zeke... do you?"

"No way. Seriously, that guy is deranged, the week after he dated Sharpay all he did was cry and follow her around. Then all of a sudden, his story changed." Chad laughed. And for a split second, I thought that there would be no 'but'. I was wrong. "But honestly Troy... you have that girl on a pedestal that she will never live up to. I mean the day after tomorrow she'll probably have a new guy lined up. Dude... I don't want to be brutal, but she's going to forget all about you. She won't even think twice before dropping you."

I was at a loss for words. I mean, really, what was I supposed to say to that? Should I have been all, 'Oh, yeah, that's perfectly fine with me. I mean, just because according to you, the girl I'm dating, possibly the girl of my dreams, wouldn't think twice before leaving my sorry ass, but you know what? I'm fine with that.' No. No. No. No. No. No... No. There is no way that I would ever bring myself to say that. Screw ending it with grace. I didn't want to end it at all. But of course, there is no way in hell that I could say any of this to Chad without freaking Chad out. So I just went with this. "Dude, she's not that cold hearted."

"I'm not saying that she is." Chad laughed. "That's just the way she is. She's in it to have a good time, not to get serious? Hasn't she stressed that enough? Don't think that just because she you did her a few favors by telling off Zeke she'll keep you around. Last year, one of the rich kids bought her this Tiffany's diamond bracelet and she still dumped him on day five."

This was different. I knew it was. It wasn't one of those things where I had high hopes and stupid delusions, Sharpay wanted to stay with me, she cared about me and I cared about her. It was just as simple as that. "This is different."

Chad stopped walking. "Don't be stupid." He said, giving me a sympathetic look. "I'm trying to do you a favor here, it's not going to happen, just accept it and move on before you make a complete idiot of yourself.

That was al I could take. "You know what? Whatever man." I swiftly took off in the opposite direction.

"Dude! Where the hell are you going!?" Chad yelled after me.

"Tell my dad that I can't make practice." I muttered coldly.

"Where are you going?" Chad asked.

"I have no clue, I just need to get the hell away from here!" I shouted anrgrily.

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Sharpay's POV

This was probably the last chance I had. I took a deep breath a dialed numbers into my phone by heart. I could literally hear my pounding. If I could get this to work then everything would be completely alright.

"Hey, it's Shay. Now tell me, what is your greatest fantasy?"

"That you'll stop answering your phone like a prostitute." I said.

"Oh, hey Shar. How's it going?" Shay giggled. "Are you freaking out over the party?"

"No." I answered.

"Then what is this about?" She asked "How's that guy you were irrationally flipping out about? Are you bored of him yet?"

"Um... no." I answered. "And that's kind of what I meant to ask you about. Listen Shay, you know how many guys here in Albuquerque would want to date you? You don't need me."

"Sharpay, don't make me bring up the deal again." Shay sighed. "I know you think I'm being a totally horrible best friend, but this isn't all about you. I need you, Pay. Seriously, what would I be without my wing chick?"

I tried not to let fear (yes... I was afraid of my best friend) be evident in my voice. "Shay, I know that this is really, really hard for you to understand but I don't just like this guy. I care about him, a lot. He cares about me. Why can't you just let me be happy for the rest of the year?"

"No." Shay said plainly. "It's not that I don't want you to be happy... it's just that I know you better than you do. And this whole love sick puppy thing isn't you at all."

"You don't know me anymore!" I stopped myself before I said anything else that she would make me regret. "Can you just tell me why you're doing this to me?"

Shay was dead silent, for a minute. Then her voice came back, icy and cold. "Because I don't like what this guy is doing to you. We used to be best friends, now you're turning into another pathetic, love obsessed, naïve, little girl." There was along pause, then her voice came through again, sweet and cheery once again. "See you later Shar, be sure to look hot at the party."

Okay, so, I have to make this quick. So I do realize that Sharpay was acting totally insane in this chapter, but that's because she's freaking out in her own Sharpay way. Sorry I skipped all of the extra days in the week, but you guys get it right? They're happy together. Oh, and I put this together really badly because I was supposed to put more emphasis on the fact that Troy had a surprise for Sharpay (and it's a really good one too). Please, no guessing what it is in reviews because it's probably not too hard to guess. So I;ve got to go now... bye