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A/N: My dad died last Monday, and I sincerely apologize for the delay, I've just been so out of it. This chapter is sure to confuse people, and may even make some a bit...angry and upset, but don't worry too much...I'll make things better before the end...I promise!!!!!!! I only have one comment...DON'T HATE ANNA OR TROY PLEASE?!!! ...and ASHLEE, WHERE ARE YOU?!!!!!!!!!!!!
I miss my friend.
Onto the story...but don't forget to READ AND REVIEW!!
-Panthres-
December 22, 2007:
NEW MEXICO/EVANS VS. EVANS: IT'S A BATTLE BETWEEN GENERATIONS
On December 22, 2007, the preliminary court hearing for indictment was held at theBernalillo County Metropolitan Court, and the judges have concluded the case approved for trial by jury in the Supreme Court located in Santa Fe, New Mexico, where the trials proceedings shall take place. Due to the importance and influential size this case presents, our state has pushed it into high gear, and all things are at a go. The real shocker was in the press release today from the lawyer, Judy Monrose, who will be residing over the Older Evans defense in this monumental case. She has informed all that the one who brought the evidence to the forefront was none other than Johnathon and Suzzette Evans' sixteen-year old daughter, Sharpay Elise Evans. The obstinate teen met with press today and was determined in her statement. She clearly announced on a live national broadcast… "Today was a hard day for me, as I have had to make the decision to place my own parents at the mercy of the state of New Mexico. It hurts to see that they feel no remorse for the wrong they have done, and it pains me to acknowledge the fact that my father is a despicable monster that preys on young children who are unable to fight back and by association my mother is just as bad. It was her choice to turn a blind eye to the crimes my father was committing, but I refuse to be like her. I will not stand by and let him hurt anyone else…" The girl spoke staunchly in her belief that Mr. and Mrs. Evans should be prosecuted and she's willing to stand by her decision. Their official trial is set for the twelfth of January next year. Will this be the shameful end of the Evans family? Turn to page 3B for more information on the court hearing…
"Damn it all." I heard my boyfriend mutter as he slammed the newspaper on the kitchen table. The headlines were bold and utterly truthful as he sat there scowling irritably at the grayish colored periodical.
"Can they be any more condemning and nosy?" he grumbled furiously as he shook his head roughly causing his chestnut colored locks to flare about crazily. Troy was pissed off.
It didn't take much for someone to notice it, but he was seriously upset.
"Troy, it's fine." I murmured to him quietly, and he shot me a disbelieving look. "This is not fine, Pay!" he exclaimed, glaring once more at the newspaper on the table.
He opened his mouth to say something else, but I placed my hand on his and squeezed.
"It's a trial with two of the most famous people in the world getting convicted, Troy. There is going to be a lot of speculation and publicity, and we both know it." I entwined our fingers, and closed my eyes as I felt Troy exhale furiously.
"I'm sorry for acting like such an idiot. I just got really defensive." he told me, letting his thumb slide over the back of my hand soothingly.
I glanced at him after opening my eyes, and he looked apologetic and shameful. "It's okay, Troy." I assured him as I leaned over and kissed him softly, and quickly.
Troy's blue eyes darkened, and he pulled me back to him, kissing me more firmly and harder than before. I moaned lightly at the sensual contact, letting my free hand curl lightly into his gray muscle t-shirt as the kiss deepened.
I pulled back to catch my breath, and he grinned at my flushed face. "You know you're really sexy when you have that just-kissed look on your face." he said lightly. I rolled my eyes, but he simply pulled me back to him by the tail of the blue and white baseball tee I stole from him to wear for pajamas. I leaned over him as my knees met his, and he smiled up at me.
"Very sexy." he said as his eyes slid over my cloth less legs, because the sleep shorts I wore were cut just below my hip with red, blue, yellow, and green hearts dotted all over them.
I pressed my lips to his gently, with absolutely no pressure behind them, before placing light kisses to his lips as I slowly straddled his lap.
It was an odd thrill to be in the middle of your boyfriend's parent's kitchen, and in a very- ahem- sensual position at seven in the morning.
Neither of us had been able to sleep, even in each other's embrace. So we simply gave up around six thirty this morning, just in time for the paper to arrive.
It had been a long trying week for all of us, especially Troy, who had barely been able to keep his cool inside when he saw my father. I could tell he was extremely tense, and was even more so when my father-dearest got the amazing insight to piss Troy off more by winking at me as the charges were read.
Then he wasn't the only one angry.
I could see Mrs. Vendia getting rather infuriated when he kept interrupting her, making sneering comments about how she could afford to lose a couple of pounds, because she didn't want to crush her dear husband.
Anna was calm on the outside, but the frosty looks she shot my father were enough to even scare him into silence when he saw her.
Taking my thoughts off yesterday's events, I focused on reassuring my boyfriend that I was alright, and I wouldn't be able to do this without him.
Still pressing light kisses to his lips, I began whispering, "I love you and I need you." Over and over again to him between the kisses, until Troy's hands were placed on my hips and he pulled me closer to him.
"I love you and I need you too, Sharpay." he whispered, before kissing me harder, and letting his teeth brush against my bottom lip, encouraging me to open them, which I obviously did as his tongue swept into my mouth, and I was instantly lost in some -ahem- incredible sensations, as he kissed me lovingly, and wonderfully, and I felt a sweltering happiness build inside me as his hands slid underneath the hem of my t-shirt.
I leaned into him, groaning, as his fingers lightly brushed across my lower back. I kissed him harder than before, passion fleeting inside my stomach as things progressed farther than we had.
My hands trailed down his chest and I gasped lightly as his stomach muscles clenched and I couldn't help myself from letting my hands slide underneath his gray wife beater, and I rubbed the hard muscles and smooth skin there lightly, causing Troy himself to groan softly.
Everything felt brilliant. My body felt like it was on fire with feeling, and I was hyper aware of every touch his fingers made on my back as they trailed sensual shocks up and down my spine.
Then the door crashed open, and twelve guys in various states of sleepiness poured into the kitchen, causing me and Troy to spring apart like lightning.
They froze at the sight of the two of us.
I crashed on the floor, my heart pounding as I placed a hand on my chest, breathing harshly from the surprise as well as the kiss. Jack walked into the kitchen dressed in a pair of jeans and white t-shirt as well as tennis shoes.
Anna was wearing a white long flare shirt and a dark pair of jean Capri with white flats, and was holding Miranda who was still in her footsie pajamas, along with Haley who was clutching her leg, and rubbing her eyes sleepily.
Arienne dressed in a white tank and cloud printed silk pajama pants walked in and froze too.
I could only guess how,,,guilty we looked.
Troy's wife beater was half-way up his torso and his pajama pants were riding a bit low on his hips, and his face was flushed, lips swollen, and he was breathing hard. I couldn't help but get a bit turned on by his sexiness, even though he didn't notice it.
My shirt was the same way, and I imagine that my blushing face and swollen lips weren't doing anything to stop their minds from running astray on the filthy side of the street.
"Did we interrupt something?" asked Jack, his eyebrows raised as he grabbed a clean mug off the counter top, before pouring himself a cup of coffee.
I blushed furiously, and Troy turned pink as he avoided looking at his dad. "No! No. Definitely not." he said hurriedly, and cleared his throat nervously. "What makes you think that?" he asked.
Jack looked pointedly at Troy, who finally noticed his state of dress. He flushed, and pulled down his shirt and fixed his pants.
He laughed nervously. "It might also have to do with the fact that you're still in your pajamas when you know we were going to have early morning practice today, and your girlfriend is on the floor." Jack said in amusement.
Troy's eyes widened, and I turned red as he quickly bent over and helped me up off the floor, and I fixed myself at the same time. The boys were grinning like loons, and I blushed when Chad grinned at me, and winked suggestively.
I watched as Troy pinked. "I'll...er...be going to get dressed now." Troy said before kissing me lightly on the cheek, and moving quickly from the kitchen.
His friends followed him, and I distinctly heard laughter and cat calls from the doorway.
Breathing deeply, I glanced at Anna, who looked at me seriously. "We need to talk." And I gulped, because that was never good.
The rapidly approaching midday heat wasn't the only reason I was sweating as I stood on the back porch, watching the Wildcat's practice with a solemn look on my face. I was just waiting for Anna to pounce, but she had been suspiciously silent this morning after telling me we needed to talk.
Though it wasn't the only thing that made me nervous.
She had been prone to staring at me with brief but soul-searing looks, and I was sure that whatever she had to tell me would mostly not be good. Troy had been acting strange all morning as well...at least after the little -ahem- episode in the kitchen.
It was disconcerting to know that I could fluster him so, but still...
My musings were interrupted by a hand on my shoulder, and I glanced up, looking into the emotionless face of Anna. "Come with me, Sharpay." she stated softly, but firmly, and I nodded as I glanced warily over my shoulder towards the team.
I met Troy's eyes for a second and he shrugged lightly. I gave him a wry smile, before moving after Anna, who was waiting patiently by the doorway for me. Together we walked into her home office, the silence unmistakably palpable and uncomfortable.
She closed the door behind me, and walked confidently around her red oak wooden desk, before sitting down in her leather office chair.
"Have a seat." she said, while gesturing at a different chair that was perched in front of her desk. It was strange having her be so formal with me, probably because the last time she had such a professional tone was the day I first met her.
I hesitantly sat down, feeling nervous.
"Sharpay, I have welcomed you into my home, and let you and my son stay in the same room together, am I correct?" she asked, her voice blank, not giving away her thoughts.
I shifted in my chair, wondering what the hell had brought this on.
"Yes." I replied quietly, and she nodded. "I'm glad you understand the kindness we have offered you, but one rule is that I will not allow such actions in my home that I saw today, especially not in front of Miranda or Haley."
To say I was stunned was an understatement.
"You and Troy's relationship will eventually progress into sexual intercourse, I'm aware of that. You're two teenagers who I know care for each other deeply, but do you really think I want you to fuck my son under my roof?" Anna asked dangerously, as she leaned forward, entwining her fingers together as she rested her chin upon them, her eyes daring me to piss her off.
I blinked. What?!
"Are you accusing me of seducing your son Mrs. Bolton?" I asked her frostily, pushing down my anger for the moment.
"What would you do if I am?" she shot back, her tone and face still completely emotionless.
What the fuck is going on here? I thought to myself, narrowing my eyes.
"What could you do? A little girl like yourself? One who's willing to spread her legs for any seventeen year old boy that she sees?" The woman smirked coldly.
I gasped in shock, and I stared at Anna in horror.
She didn't really believe that did she?
"You BITCH!" I screamed in rage. "I TRUSTED YOU AND YOU JUST..." Anna cut me off.
"And I what Sharpay? I tell the world what a little whore you are?" she asked, her voice still blank. I sat down with a thump, and felt tears well in my eyes. "Why are you doing this?" I questioned feeling drained.
Anna's cold facade suddenly fell away, and she blinked back tears as she dropped her posture. "To show you that you can lose this court case by taking bait." she said wiping her eyes.
I stared at her.
"What?" I whispered, feeling lost.
Anna smiled at me. "I'm sorry for saying all those things before, but I needed to show you, that your father riles you up for a reason. He can get you say things you normally wouldn't because you would be blinded by anger."
She walked from around the desk and knelt in front of me.
"You can't give in to his clever ploys to hurt you in a public situation, because it will simply turn speculation against you, and he can think up some kind of excuse to get himself out of this situation." she sighed, "It's a hard thing to learn, but the best you can do is keep yourself calm, and show him that you're not affected by his blunt lies."
I used my hands to wipe away my tears.
"So...you didn't mean any of that?" I asked. "Hell no." she stated adamantly. "I love you and Troy together, and it's true that I know one of these days you will be in a sexual relationship, and I don't mind. I'd actually love to have you marry my son."
I blushed, and she grinned.
"Let's not get ahead of ourselves." I told her shyly, feeling my cheeks heat up unmercifully.
Anna kissed my forehead.
"I'm really sorry about that stupid mind game thing I had to play on you, but I was only trying to help." she apologized again.
I laughed lightly. That was the only mind game that I ever lost with a smile on my face.
January 12, 2007:
NEW MEXICO VS. EVANS: WHO WILL BE VICTORIOUS?
On January 12, 2008, the official trial of New Mexico vs. Johnathon and Suzzette Evans began in truth, yesterday morning at the Supreme Court located in Santa Fe, New Mexico. No verdict was decided as the plaintiff (Sharpay Evans, 16) presented with her lawyer, Sophia Vendia, her evidence against her parent's proclaimed innocence. The court was in session for over three hours, and the defendant's side is still all hear-say. The trial has been placed in recess until nine A.M tomorrow morning, where the defense lawyer, Judy Monrose, will present her clients side. A plethora of evidence, still not released to the public has been presented, and many of those who were witnesses to today's proceedings left the building with precarious thunderstruck and horrified looks on their faces. Sharpay Evans, age sixteen, was seen being led from the courtroom walking shoulder-to-shoulder with Troy Michael Bolton, age seventeen, and was crying. She ended up collapsing in tears right in front of the courthouse, only to be caught in the arms of her rumored boyfriend, Troy, and he carried her away in a hurry, looking awfully concerned. The state can only sympathize with the young teen as she literally watches her family be torn apart and ripped down from their high place in society. We have also received word of a young girl, Emily Wright, age seven, who was seen being led into the court early yesterday, and was said to have testified as well. She was the plaintiff in the New Mexico vs. David Wright trial, a previous court case wherein the girl's father was convicted guilty of child abuse, child molestation, and unfit parentage within three days. What could Emily Wright possibly have to do with the Evans trial? How is Sharpay, age 16, dealing with all this? Do Johnathon and Suzzette Evans regret any of their actions? Will we ever hear from Ryan Evans, Sharpay's twin brother? And who will come out victorious in this case of betrayal, disloyalty, and disaster?
"Sharpay...?" I recognized the voice almost instantly. That voice had made me laugh, and cry, and want to scream in joy so many times that it couldn't help but be burned into my memory.
The owner of that voice had saved me, and loved me in ways that only he could possibly do, and that was what made me look up at him, and stare into his bright blue eyes that reflected his concern.
"Troy." I whispered, not even bothering to move from my prone position in his lap. I could feel him sigh slightly in relief as his hand smoothed some stray curls from my headband back into place.
"You scared the shit out of me, baby." he told me lightly, but the deep frown on his face took the nonchalance away from the statement.
I felt tears of shame well up in my eyes. "I'm sorry." I rasped quietly, trying hard not to sob in distress. "It's just...Emily...she's had to go through so much. And I'm...sitting here, being such a cry baby..." I spoke quietly, not wanting to break the small bubble of privacy that separated us from the rest of those in the car, who were being generous in making an effort to not pay attention to our conversation.
Troy frowned at me.
"Emily's gone through hell, but you've suffered too." he stated honestly, and I glared up at him, through my tears. "What I've been through is not worth shit compared to what she went through, and she's not even ten!" I hissed, feeling outraged.
"Don't downplay your own fucking problems, Sharpay. It's not fair to you, nor to anyone else who has been here with you through this entire thing." he shot back in a loud whisper.
I angrily yanked myself up from his lap. ""It's not just about me and you, Troy. It's about a girl who has stronger character and a stronger will to live than I do!" I retorted vehemently, feeling pissed off.
Troy glared as the car pulled into the driveway. The others in the car glancing at each other warily as they parked in front of the Bolton Residence.
I glared back at him, not even noticing that Troy's friends, which included the basketball team were standing outside the house watching curiously.
"What the hell does Emily have to do with your sense of courage, or will to live, Sharpay?!" he stated, his voice low and angry as the others exited the car, me and Troy still in the backseat.
"ALOT!" I screamed, finally losing my patience. "She can go on with life and live without crying every fucking day, and she's been raped, beaten, and abused since she was what...THREE!"
"She's NOT YOU, DAMN IT!" Troy slammed open the car door, not bothering with his jacket which laid on the backseat, and he angrily pulled at his tie as he stalked from the car.
"DON'T YOU FUCKING WALK AWAY FROM ME TROY!" I yelled, completely oblivious to the stares from the our friends as I jumped from the car. Troy tensed, but he kept moving towards the front porch.
"I SAID STOP, TROY! I'M NOT DONE TALKING TO YOU!" I raged, wanting to hit someone, anyone, anything.
"You may not be done, but I sure as hell am." he told me frostily over his shoulder, causing me to stomp my heeled foot in outrage. "You BASTARD! YOU FUCKING BASTARD! WHY CAN'T YOU LISTEN TO WHAT I'M SAYING?"
"WHAT THE HELL SHARPAY? YOU'RE TALKING BULLSHIT! THAT'S FUCKING WHY!" Troy lost his cool, and turned on me, his blue eyes snapping furiously.
"She's got absolutely nothing to live for, Troy!" I yelled frustrated as he stomped towards me. I continued glaring at him. "Absolutely nothing.." I began again, only to have him cut me off.
"While you stand here and bitch, and you have absolutely everything to live for." he said coldly, his eyes flashing dangerously.
I gasped slightly, and took as step back as he came closer.
"Emily doesn't complain about her lot in life. She doesn't feel the need to cry every damn day, because she understands that what happened, already fucking happened and she can't change the past. She doesn't care that someone may have more strength than she does, because she knows that one day she will be able to face her future head on, and not give a rat's ass but what somebody else did or had to say. For her, there is no coulda, shoulda, woulda...it's straight up, and you know what else?" he hissed at me as he finally backed me against the hood of the car.
"What?" I asked angry, that he had hit every sore point in me. I could just feel the angry tears welling in my eyes as he stared down at me.
Emotions were practically crackling in the air. I could almost feel the waves of anger and frustration pouring off his body as he moved so there was almost no space to separate us. I could feel his warm breath on my face, setting all my nerves on fire.
"You're afraid that because she has that will now, and you don't...that you will lose all the reasons to live when she finally finds hers, and you'll be alone."
I sucked in a breath sharply, my heart felt like it had frozen in my chest.
How did he know?
My thoughts were erased as Troy crushed his lips to mine in that second. He didn't kiss me with the gentleness, and the love he had every time before, but this was tinted with fury, and desperation. His lips moved against mine brutally, and his tongue swept into my mouth unforgivingly as he kissed me.
I didn't realize I had started crying until he pulled away, his palms holding my head still.
"And until you realize that will never happen, Pay..." he trailed off as he crushed his lips to mine again, before moved away abruptly and kept distance between us. "I don't want to be with you."
My heart stopped and I stared at him in horror.
"Troy..." I gasped, disbelieving, but his eyes were full of sadness and determined resolve as he stared at me.
This could not be happening. How could things have gone so wrong?
"Why?" I asked, blankly, not caring about the tears that fell from my eyes. "Because I can't be with someone who refuses to believe in herself. Much less, someone who doubts my love for her, and the strength of this relationship." he said, backing away. "Whenever you realize that I can't always tell you who and what to believe in, and you learn that you're stronger and more independent than you ever knew. I'll be waiting." he said as he turned around, and walked away.
I was far too lost in my own despair to see Anna's hands over her mouth in horror, and Jack staring at his son blankly. I didn't even notice the shell-shocked looks on the Wildcat's faces. Arienne was leaning in her boyfriend's arms her mouth agape.
Congratulations Sharpay...you just chased away the most important person in your life.
I sobbed then, knowing my self-doubt had brought this upon myself, and that to get him back, I would need to find who I was, and why he felt like he did about my strength of character.
I knew I would have collapsed onto the hard concrete had someone not caught me from behind. I looked up through my tears and stared at the worried face of Chad Danforth, before he wrapped me in a brotherly hug, and I cried so hard I could barely breathe.
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