Chapter Twenty One
How Nice it Would Be, to Be a Cat
Sharpay woke up, when she heard her phone beep. She managed to reach her arm out, and grab her phone, so she could check her new text message. She flipped her phone open, and a smile got on her face, when she saw Gabriella's name across the screen. She opened the text message, and read it:
Hi there (: Ready to go to Church with us? Ma is excited that you want to join us. We'll be picking you up around nine. Hugs, Gabriella.Sharpay couldn't help but smile even wider, when she typed back. Gabriella did sound a bit too formal writing a text message, in her opinion. But the other girl only wanted to do good. She did the best she could. Sharpay suspected she just never used slang or anything. She was a nerd – or a genius, as Sharpay now liked to prefer to the smarter kids as. She really liked her new friendship with Gabriella, so why call her something she wasn't? Gabriella was far from a nerd.
She closed her phone with a sigh, and placed it on her bedside table, quickly checking the time. It was almost 8:30, so she had to get up soon. She figured Church didn't care if you were dressed up, but she also knew that most people did. She wanted to look good, because she almost never went to Church, only on rare occasions.
She got out of bed, and stumbled into her huge bathroom, turning on the shower, so the water could get hot, before she had to get in there. While it heated up, she chose out an outfit, a nice, good-girl one. If Gabriella was anything like her mother, she knew Mrs. Montez would expect that. It was a red skirt, and a white, button up, dress-shirt. She was gonna wear her ballerina shoes with, and just straighten her hair. This was a really big deal to her. After that night, she was gonna need a word from God.
She stepped into the shower, and took the quickest one of her life. She had to hurry, they would be here soon. When she got out, she dried off, and put on her clothes, immediately working on her hair. She kinda multitasked, with straightening hair, and doing her make up, and such… Just hurrying, so she'd make it all.
When she was done it was almost nine, so she went downstairs, grabbed an apple from the fruit bowl on the table, and scribbled a note for Ryan and Ashlee. Then she went outside, and waited for Gabriella and her mother. Luckily, she didn't have to wait very long, because a little red car stopped by the curb, and Gabriella came out of the door, because it was one of those cars with only two doors. Sharpay gave Gabriella a quick hug, and pulled the seat back, to get into the backseat.
"Hey Sharpay, darling." Mrs. Montez smiled, looking over the headrest, to greet the other girl, "It's nice you want to go to Church with us."
"Thank you for taking me, I really appreciate that." Sharpay replied, as Gabriella pulled the seat into place, and sat down, to get buckled up, "It's nice of you." she quickly added.
"You're always welcome, Shar." Gabriella said, and then poked her mom on the arm, "Look Ma, see their house. Isn't it big?"
Mrs. Montez bent forward, so she could look out of the window, and her eyes went wide, when she saw the huge mansion the Evans family lived in, "Wow," she whispered, and looked at Sharpay again, "I know Gabby told me you were a rich family, but that's huge."
"I know," Sharpay said, and leaned back in the seat, "Mom and dad work a lot. They aren't that much home, that's why they earn all those money. We hardly see them. I guess I'd trade some of all my stuff, to spend more time with them, you know… But then we have the Boltons, they're so sweet to us, and they live right next door, and…" she trailed off, when several of good reasons, as to why she shouldn't speak of the Boltons, occurred in her mind.
1), Gabriella's relationship to all Bolton was sorta weak.
2), her own relationship to one particular Bolton was definitely weak. It was the reason she was sitting in this car.
3), and she just didn't want to bring anyone down by some depressing relationships. This was new day, and it was only nine o'clock – the day was still young.
"Sure," Mrs. Montez smiled, "Gabby did tell me all about your relationship with Troy. I'm sorry about your parents though. Jack and Lucy are nice people, so it's a great thing that you have them…"
"Ma?" Gabriella cut in, her voice sharp, "Can we drive now?"
Sharpay shot Gabriella a small smile. Her guess would be that the Latina girl was still very confused about her relationship with Troy, even if she was over him. Sharpay couldn't help but slap herself inwardly. Gabriella had been right. Troy had somehow wanted her. Even if it was only sexual, Gabriella must have seen it from a thousand miles distance. She felt bad about telling the girl off now, but she wasn't gonna admit it. And she couldn't; no one would know about her and Troy.
"So," she spoke up, to think of something else, "I'm really excited about this. I can't actually remember when it was the last time I went to Church. I'm not even sure what we do at Church."
"You should tag along more often, then," Gabriella replied, looking at her, through the rear-view mirror, "We go every Sunday, so just ask, and we'll pick you up."
"That'd be great, thank you a lot." Sharpay smiled. She really was grateful that they wanted to bring her with them. They had a small little beat-up car; she was the rich one, and yet they picked her up without a flinch. She really believed she could grow to love these two people. Gabriella was such a sweetheart, and Mrs. Montez was an awful lot like her, "Anyway.." she said, and decided to let them in on a little idea she had gotten last night, "I just thought I'd take you out afterwards for coffee or something. There's this cute place down the road. Tatiana used work there, and they have some awesome coffee."
"You don't have to do that, Sharpay." Mrs. Montez said, as she started the car, and drove towards the Church.
"But I want to." Sharpay argued, her eyes smiling, "You guys are so nice to me. I'd feel better if I took you out, really."
"Yeah, ma." Gabriella said, looking at her mother. She felt like it would be cool to go to a café. She had never really done that before; it wasn't a very Gabriella-y thing to do, "Let her take us out if she wants to."
"Thank you Gabriella!" Sharpay smiled, glad that she saw her point.
"I guess it would be nice with some coffee…" Mrs. Montez trailed off, and shot Sharpay a cheeky grin through the rear-view mirror, "Aw, let's do it then."
"Great!" Sharpay smiled, and excitingly clapped her hands together, "This is gonna be such a great day!"
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He stared down at her in awe. Her brown eyes were looking up at him in wonderment; as if she'd never seen anything like him before. They shone with such a light, but they were also clouded with several emotions. Love, lust… affection. He stroked her chin lightly, before placing several kisses all over her face.
She shuttered beneath him, and pulled him in for another kiss. Their tongues fought immediately, hers brushing over his own with such a force. He'd known she was a great kisser for a very long time, but this was still different… It was passion. It was lust. It wasn't just a kiss in the pool, this was so much more.
He trailed his hands down her body, and discovered every curve of her skin; touched every inch of it. She had a nice ivory colour to her body, and he loved it. He knew, of course, that she was beautiful and had a sexy body, but he'd never seen her this way. It was a new experience, and he loved it. He loved watching her writhe beneath him.
He couldn't believe that his first time was gonna be with her. He'd dreamt of that for so long, and it was actually happening now. He was gonna lose his virginity, and he was gonna lose it to her. His only change in this, would have been that she was gonna lose it too. He'd always thought they'd do this together, but… When she'd already been with Zeke, he might as well show her just how it should be done instead. Show her how perfect they could be. How well they fit together. To prove to her that they were supposed to be together. If he did that, then maybe she'd realize his feelings, and maybe she'd tell him she felt the same.
She whimpered beneath him, when he hit a soft spot on her thigh. He could see her throbbing centre through the lace of her thong. She was already topless, since he'd shed her dress off of her. He, himself, was mostly dressed, though. Only the silver shirt was off; he was still in his jeans. He loved every part of her. She was so incredibly beautiful, it wasn't to explain.
He moved up again, and attached his mouth to her breast. She moaned, and reached out for his pants. He knew she was very out of it, but he hoped she'd remember this the next day. She had thrown most of it up anyway, so she wasn't really drunk now. He just wanted her to remember, because how else should he explain this? Well… she didn't seem to mind much now, anyway, and she was the one who kissed him first.
She got his jeans off of him, and pulled his lips to her, in another kiss. He moved his left hand down her body again, and toyed with the material of her thong for a second, before shyly letting his fingers in there. This was a whole new thing for him, and he didn't want to do it wrong. When he came in contact with her, she let out a cry. She had to be very ready for this. She had to like what he was doing.
He couldn't help but smile into the kiss. Yeah, this was gonna be amazing.
Troy woke up with a jag. He sat up in bed, and breathed out. That had seemed so real. That had been like reliving last night all over again. It had been like… He'd almost believed she was right there.
He groaned, and hit his pillow, when he realized she wasn't. It was so typical. He finally got the girl of his dreams, and she didn't want him. She decided to have a fit with him instead. He knew he could have decided not to tell her the truth. To say that he'd been just as drunk, and then they would have worked it out together. But nooo, he had to do the right thing and tell her the truth. Well of course. They'd always been honest with each other (except a few selected secrets he really didn't want to tell her, and he suspected she had some of them too). And really. She'd kissed him. She'd told him that she had been in love with him.
How stupid can a guy be? How could he have had his eyes on Gabriella, so he didn't even notice? Some best friend. He hated himself for it. He should have seen it, he should have noticed. He should have had her while he had the chance.
He let out a deep sigh, and decided to get out of bed. There was no use staying in. It was Sunday, the last day of the weekend, and he was gonna enjoy it. He looked around his room, suddenly realizing that his mom wouldn't let him enjoy anything. His room was messy. Very messy. She'd probably make him clean all day long. Of course. It was her job to be annoying, and not let him go out.
Sharpay's clothes was still scattered around the floor. He hadn't had the heart to pick them up yesterday. She'd left in only her underwear and his t-shirt. The clothes she wore to his house, before she changed was lying in a heap, and her dress from yesterday was there as well, along with her stilettos and such. He was gonna have to give it back to her…
His face lit up when he realized what that meant. He was gonna have to go see her, right? Really, who was able to return some clothes to the right owner, if they didn't see them, and make sure it really was them? He couldn't just drop it off in the front of her house, that would be rude.
He grinned to himself.
Troy Bolton; one, and Sharpay Evans; zero.
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"Wow," Sharpay said, as she sat down on her stool, "I can't believe I actually hated going to Church when I was younger. It was really wonderful to be there again. It relieves you of some sort."
"It's better now because you understand it, dear." Mrs. Montez smiled, as she and Gabriella took a seat as well. She was looking around this place in awe. Sure, they weren't poor, but they never went to such places.
"Well, I'm still glad you brought me." Sharpay smiled, and got her wallet from her purse. She might as well be ready for when she had to order, and stuff. She felt a pinch on her shoulder, and turned around, coming face to face with Tatiana, "Hey T." she smiled, as her eyes lit up a bit.
"Hi… Sharpay." Tatiana said. She seemed really surprised to see her there. She hadn't really expected Sharpay to just show up… But then again, why shouldn't she? It was a free country, all right. But then again… she was there with Gabriella Montez and a woman who could only be her mother. And again… it was a free country, "Uhm… What would you like?"
"Ahm…" she quickly grabbed the menu, and scanned it, before looking at Tatiana again, "I actually didn't think you worked here anymore, T."
"Oh well," Tatiana said, "It's my last week, which means this is my last day. And what do you mean by that comment? That you wouldn't actually have come here, if you had known that I was still working here?"
"No," Sharpay quickly said, shaking her head, "That's not what I meant, T, I was just confused, and…"
"Yeah, yeah." Tatiana said, knowing she was on the verge of being rude. She really didn't care though, "You know Sharpay," she continued, leaning herself against Gabriella's chair, ignoring the looks she was getting from both the Montez women, "Whatever is going on between you and Troy, shouldn't affect your relationship with me. Or Tessa for that matter. She looks so much up to you. You can't just ignore her, because my stupid brother did something wrong."
"I wasn't planning on doing that!" Sharpay exclaimed, giving her a hard stare, "And can we get three lattes, please?"
Tatiana gave her a hard stare, and turned around, flipping her none excitable hair on the way. She hurried away, but managed to shoot another dirty look over her shoulder, before going through the staff's door.
Gabriella arched an eyebrow towards Sharpay, "What was that about?" she asked, actually sounding very concerned, "Are you fighting with Troy again?"
Sharpay closed her eyes, and turned her face away from her friend, "I don't wanna talk about it." she said, very determined.
"Is that why you wanted to go with us today?" Gabriella continued, ignoring Sharpay's request about not talking about it, "Is that why you wanted to go with us to Church? What happened, Shar?"
"I really don't wanna think about it, Gabriella." Sharpay continued, as she turned back around, to look the Latino girl in the eye, "I mean it."
Gabriella locked eyes with her for a second, before she eyed her mother, who shrugged, and then she said; "Alright. Just know Sharpay, we can talk about anything… I'm your friend, alright? I'm here for you."
"Thanks." Sharpay said, and quickly gave her a hug, "I know you are. And if I ever get ready to talk about it, I'll come to you… After I've told Ryan."
Gabriella and Mrs. Montez giggled at the typical Sharpay-comment, and soon Sharpay joined them. They laughed for a few seconds, before another silence came upon the table, and Sharpay searched her brain for something to say. She hated awkward silences. They were the worst ones. They were dreadful.
But she didn't have to come up with something clever to say, because just there, Tatiana arrived with lattes. She placed them on the table, and Sharpay immediately went for her wallet, to pay for them.
"Don't bother," Tatiana replied, shooting her a sad look, her grey eyes shining, "You never pay, do you? Why change that."
Before Sharpay managed to open her mouth, and actually say something to a girl she really loved as a sister, Tatiana was gone. Sharpay placed her wallet on the table with a huge sigh, and grabbed her cup instead. She took a sip immediately, totally forgetting how hot the liquor was. She spit it out, and started padding her tongue with the nearest paper she could find.
Mrs. Montez looked kinda worried, but Gabriella couldn't help but laugh, because it was typical Sharpay. She always did stuff like that, it was just her.
"Are you okay, Shar?" Gabriella giggled, "Do you need some water?"
"Nah," Sharpay replied, her tongue hanging out of her mouth, which made her speak very funnily, "I'm alright. It's just hot. Drink your latte, but please!" she added, before Gabriella managed to pick the cup up, "…not before it's colder."
Gabriella lovingly shook her head at Sharpay, and put a pinky in the cup, to make sure it wasn't too hot. It still was, so she just kept it there for awhile.
"Anyway," Mrs. Montez said, snapping them both out of their universes, "What are you two girls doing after?"
"I dunno." Sharpay replied, with a shrug (still speaking funny), "I'll probably just go home and be bored."
"You could join me?" Gabriella offered, "We could just hang out? It'd be fun, yeah?"
"Yeah…" Sharpay smiled, and finally dared to take her tongue inside her mouth, where it belonged, "Yeah. That sounds very, very good. I'd love that. At your place."
"Yes, Sharpay," Gabriella said, and mockingly stuck her tongue out at her, "At my place."
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Troy had just gotten the weirdest text message from Tatiana (even when she was at work!). He didn't really understand it, and it was probably because she had written it very quickly, as not to get caught by the manager. But it was still almost unreadable.
It was something about Sharpay. And then Gabriella's name was mentioned, and something about Mrs. Montez too. It just didn't make sense. But he figured she must have seen them somewhere, probably at work, since that was where she was. But why Sharpay would be with Gabriella, he didn't understand. She's made a promise! She had told him, she'd stay away from her. She wouldn't break that promise, would she?
He didn't even get to text her back, because now Zeke was calling him, and he was utterly confused. What was it with everybody this weekend? Everything was abnormal. It was wrong, and he couldn't understand it. Why on Earth would Zeke be calling him. And why now?
"Zeke?" he questioned, when he opened the phone, and answered.
"Hey man." Zeke said, sounding very relieved, "What happened to you yesterday, dude? You said you and Shar were gonna come help me clean up. I had to call Chad and Taylor before my parents got back."
"Oh man, I'm so sorry." Troy replied. He'd completely forgotten all about that with everything that had been going on yesterday, "I'm so sorry. We were totally hung over, and I just forgot."
"Ah, it's okay, dude." Zeke replied, "It's alright. Another time, eh?"
"Yeah, definitely. I'll stay and help the next time." Troy said, very happy that Zeke wasn't angry with him. He had done a lot of stupid things, and not coming to help clean up, was just the tip of the iceberg, "But I gotta run. Catch ya' later?"
"Bye."
Troy hung up the phone, and threw it on the bed. He sat down too, and thought things over. He placed a hand on his chest, and savoured the feeling he just got. That wasn't a good one. He had felt guilty. Very guilty. And it wasn't because he didn't come and help, it was because of something else. Oh God, how was he ever gonna look Zeke in the eye again? They were on the same team, they were good friends! How stupid can one get?
He closed his eyes for a second, and decided not to think about it. It was better to let it go, and focus on getting on Sharpay's good side again. No matter how good of a friend Zeke was, it was more important with Sharpay. She was the most important person in his life, and he had to stay friends with her. His mom counted on him to make things right again. And he was gonna do it. He just had to figure out how. Maybe…
Maybe Gabriella could help him. Maybe she could. It seemed like she was over him. Sharpay had told him she was. Then why not ask her? She was a girl. And he didn't have to tell her everything. He could just say he was in a fight with Sharpay, and that he needed a good idea of how to make it up to her. Gabriella would help him. That was what was so great about her; she was such a sweetheart. She had her heart on the right place, and it was a heart of gold. She put others before her, and that was what made her so special.
He quickly got up from the bed, and changed his clothes. He was gonna have to go over there immediately. He could return Sharpay's clothes tonight. That also gave him a better chance of her being home. Or risk. That was how you decided to look at it.
Hehe.
Troy Bolton; two, and Sharpay Evans; zero.
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"Aw, who's this!?" Sharpay squealed, when a small cat brushed through the almost closed door, its tail standing right up, into the air. It was a light brown colour, and the eyes were yellow – they stood out from the rest of the body. The cat was already purring, very loudly too.
"That's Elvis." Gabriella replied, picking the cat up from the floor, and placing it on her lap, where it immediately starting brushing its head against the palms of her hand.
"But it looks like a girl." Sharpay commented, as she reached a finger out, to touch the cat too. It was very soft.
"It is!" Gabriella whined, and hugged her cat closer. You could tell she loved it very much.
"Then why the name Elvis?" Sharpay asked, and moved backwards, so her back was against the wall, her head resting there as well, "Huh?"
"We thought it was a boy." Gabriella replied, as she scooted backwards too, sitting next to Sharpay, their shoulders brushing, "Alright? We thought it was a boy, so we named her Elvis. Now she's a girl, and we can't change her name… It'll just confuse her!"
Sharpay couldn't help but laugh, "It's a cat. I don't think it would have noticed if you changed it right away. How did you find out that it was a girl anyway?"
"When we went to get it sterilized." Gabriella replied, and couldn't help but giggle now too, "And then the doctor told us. Ma was like 'whaat?'." She finished, with a very good impression of her mother.
"She is very cute though." Sharpay mumbled, and stroke Elvis over the head plenty of time, while they just listened to her purr. She was very cute. Sharpay almost couldn't take it. She wanted to put her in her back pocket and steal her with her home. Or else she was gonna ask her dad if she could have a cat too. They'd had a dog once, but that one was dead now.
"Gabby!?" they suddenly heard Gabriella's mom yell, up the stairs, "Someone's here for you."
Gabriella looked confused, as she grabbed Elvis, and placed her on Sharpay's stomach, to lie there, while she stood up, to go downstairs, "Be right back." She smiled, and kissed Elvis on the head, "Don't do anything I wouldn't do." She continued, before she left the room.
Sharpay giggled for a bit, but eventually shut up, when she realized she was alone. It wasn't like Elvis could answer her, right?, "No, you can't," she replied, using her baby-voice, as she was still stroking the purring cat with her left hand, "You're just a cat, you don't understand me. But you're so sweet. Maybe I should steal you with me home, yeah?"
Elvis replied by purring a bit more. She spun around, moving her face against Sharpay's stomach, very inappropriately landing between her breasts. She giggled for a bit, but stopped when she realized that the cat wasn't moving. She had, apparently, decided to lie there, and take a little nap.
Oh, whatever, Sharpay replied, as she closed her eyes, and rested too.
………
"…no, Troy, I don't think it's a very good idea that you get inside." Gabriella replied, trying to close the door in his face, "I'm kinda busy right now."
"But your mom said you weren't doing anything." Troy replied, very confused. What was up with her? She was acting very weird… even more weird than usual, "I just need to talk to you about something."
"I don't wanna talk, Troy." Gabriella said, once again attempting to close the door, before he got in. But he kept putting his foot between the door and the doorframe, "Just… leave, alright? Move your foot!"
"No!" Troy said, and stood his ground, "Gabriella listen! Is it because of what happened between us? I thought we were over that. I really need your help…"
Gabriella couldn't help but notice how sad he sounded. He really looked broken, too. It was probably the whole thing with Sharpay. Maybe she could get him inside, and then talk in the kitchen, and then get him out again, before Sharpay noticed? She knew they weren't on very good terms right now, she could figure that from Sharpay's actions earlier. And Sharpay was there first, and she wanted to support her. She'd just have to do it quick with Troy. She kinda wanted to help him. It was something about Sharpay, and she knew how much Troy loved that girl. She'd be too guilty if she didn't help.
"Alright, come on in…" she said, and opened the door, all the way, "But you have to make it quick."
"Thank you Gab, you're a life-saver." Troy said, and kicked off his shoes in the hallway. He was already making his way up the stairs, but she grabbed his arm, and pulled him down, "We'll talk in the kitchen."
Troy was confused, but he didn't say anything. Not when she was helping him. He just followed her into the kitchen, where Mrs. Montez was baking her special brownies. It was smelling very nice. He loved her brownies; they were the best he had ever tasted.
"Hi Troy!" she said, sounding really surprised to see him. He noticed the look she gave Gabriella over his shoulder, but he didn't comment on it. Of course she'd be confused by his presence. They had just broken up.
"Hi Mrs. Montez." He replied, and shot her one of his (if he said so himself) charming smiles.
"We just have to have a quick talk, Ma." Gabriella told her, and grabbed two brownies, which were cooling down, "Troy will be out of here in a second. We'll go to the living room, alright?"
"Sure…" Mrs. Montez replied, nodding along, "…but what about Sharpay? Is she still upstairs? Maybe she'd like some brownies?"
Before Gabriella managed to stop her mom, she had said everything. And Gabriella herself, she just stood there, with wide eyes. She would be cursing her mom, if it wasn't greatly against what she believed in.
Troy turned to her; blue eyes wild, "Sharpay's upstairs?" he questioned.
"No." Gabriella quickly said, sounding very unnatural, even to herself – she never was a good liar, "What would make you think… that?" she almost laughed, as she tried to keep him from going up there.
"But your mom just said that-" Troy stopped and looked at them both for a second, before he turned around and hurried towards the first floor. If Sharpay was there, he was gonna speak to her. He couldn't let that opportunity pass. He was gonna march right up there and tell her how he felt, and what he thought of her. She had to know.
"Troy, NO!" he heard Gabriella yell, as she ran after him, but he just rushed further, and soon barged the door to her room open. He stopped though, when he realized what was happening. He couldn't believe the sight. Sharpay was lying on Gabriella's bed, Elvis' head resting between her breasts.
How nice it would be to be the cat now, huh?, Troy mused to himself, as he got a smile on his face. They were both sleeping, and they looked extremely comfortable.
Just then Gabriella barged right into his back, having just turned a corner, and haven't seen him stand there. He fell forward, and landed on the floor, while Gabriella just managed to keep on her feet. Sharpay however, shot up from her sleep, Elvis jumping off of her, and out of Gabriella's room. Sharpay looked confused for a second, as she watched Troy get up too. But then she jumped off of the bed, much like Elvis had just done, and dropped her jaw.
"What are you doing here!?" she yelled at him, eyes wild.
"I came to talk to Gabriella, but when I heard you were here, I just had to see you!" he said, and took a step closer to her, to reassure her.
"You can't touch me!" she yelled at him, and pushed him away. She rushed pass him, and stood behind Gabriella, who was looking at them, utterly confused. Sharpay couldn't blame her, though. It would be hard for other people to understand why they were like this, when they used to be all over each other.
"C'mon Sharpay," Troy continued, as he stopped in his tracks, and looked at her, "I'm trying to talk to you. I'm trying to do this right. I'm trying to… I'm trying to tell you how I feel."
"Yeah, Troy?" she said, shooting him her famous dead-glare, "Is that so? Really? And how do you feel? Proud of yourself? You don't feel ashamed and stupid at all?"
"No!" he said, starting to really loathe her now. Why must she be that way? Why couldn't she just listen to him, and let him speak!?, "I'm trying to tell you what I've been trying to tell you forever. I fucking love you, Sharpay!"
She couldn't help but laugh at that one, "Yeah right." she said, and nodded, as she went for the door, "If you really loved me, you wouldn't have done what you did."
"Yeah, well," he said, which made her stop her path, before she left, "I do love you, Sharpay. And it's time to face that. And if you're really my best friend, as you claim you are, you would have noticed a long time ago."
She turned to look at him, hurt across her face, before she left the room, without another word. Gabriella's hand feel helplessly by her side, as she shot him a confused look. Troy couldn't help but grin though.
Troy Bolton; three, and Sharpay Evans; zero.
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Sharpay couldn't help but cry, as she lay in her bed later on. It wasn't very late, but she felt tired. She didn't know what to do about the things Troy had told her earlier. She didn't know how to digest it all. Of course it couldn't be true. But what if it was? What if he really did like her as more than a best friend? What if he felt now, the way she had felt only a year ago? What if he was in her shoes now?
She remembered how she had cursed him back then. How she'd hoped everyday, that he had noticed it. That he'd feel the change in her, and realize what was going on. She had always said that he would, because they were best friends, and best friends should notice stuff like that. But he never did, and it had gotten her so angry… But now. Now, if Troy's words were true, and he did feel that way about her, she'd been just as bad. How could she? How could she be such a horrible best friend?
She didn't really want to think more about the fact that he was actually… in love with her? Wasn't that what his words meant? But how could he be? Gabriella's words had been true, too then. What she had kept on telling her, what she had kept believing in. And Sharpay had kept telling her it wasn't true, how horrible was that? Why had she been like that?
And how horrible must Troy not be feeling? She was dating Zeke right in front of him, telling him all about their relationship, while still kissing him like it was no big deal. She had hated that when she had been in love with him, and how she'd put him through the same stuff. She.was.a.witch.
She sat up in bed, when she heard a knock on her door. "Come in!" she said, and dried her cheeks off with the back of her hand. Her make up was probably messed up, but it could only be Ryan or Ashlee, and they'd seen her worse, so it was okay.
The door opened, but it was neither Ashlee nor Ryan… it was Troy!
She quickly stood up, as if ready to defend herself, "What are you doing here?" she asked him, once again, "Who let you in?" she continued, eyeing the plastic bag he had in his hands.
"Ryan did." Troy said, and took a step closer to her, "Don't worry, I'm not here to 'talk'," he used air quotes, to reassure her, "I'm here to drop your clothes off. I guess you need it." he threw the bag on a chair, and looked at her again, "It would be nice though," he said, "…if you wanted to… talk?"
She looked at her hands for a second, before looking at him, "I'm not really sure what to say right now, Troy." She told him, and tried with a small smile, "It's just… I had no idea. I'm sorry about everything. But I just… even if you did feel that way about me, it still didn't give you the right to take advantage of me, when I was drunk!"
"But you kissed me." he tried, his voice soft. He really just wanted to get this out of the way. When they had moved past this, they could talk more about his feelings, and such things, "You told me how you felt back when I met Gabriella. I didn't know that, Sharpay. You should have told me."
"And you should have told me!" she argued, crossing her arms, "Before it got this far!"
"I'm sorry, alright!" he said, "I dunno what more to do. It's up to you, Sharpay. I'm sorry, that's all I can say."
"It still doesn't justify what you did." Sharpay just said, looking at him. It really didn't. Sure, he might have been in love with her, she knew how that felt, but… it didn't give him the right to just sleep with her, when she was too hammered to notice what was happening. He was her best friend. She trusted him completely, and he'd just walked all over her.
"Fine then!" he said, his voice getting an odd edge to it. He didn't have nerves to play this game with her. It was either over, or it begun, and they could be happy, "I give up Sharpay! I said I was sorry, that's all I can do. I'm just gonna go now, okay? But don't come talk to me, when you regret this shit. I was always there for you. Always. But apparently I'm not good enough… You have no idea how much this hurts… And you just don't care."
And with those words, he left her alone. She couldn't believe he'd just said that! How could he? He just turned it around on her! Like she was the one to blame… But she wasn't! It was all his fault.
Fuming, she crossed her room, and rushed into the bathroom. Oh, he was gonna get it…
…
…Troy closed the door to the Evans house, very angry. He couldn't believe her. What had he done to deserve this? He'd always been there for her, and yet she treated him like this. Sure, he knew he should have handled it differently, but still… She could have handled it more mature too. She was acting like a baby.
And now he'd just broken it off with her. Sixteen years of friendship right down the drain. He already missed her, and it was one minute since he made the decision. How was he gonna survive without her? It sounded corny, but it was so true, she really was the most important person in his life. The person he loved the most.
"Hey Troy!?"
He looked up, when he heard her voice. She was looking out of her opened window, hair cascading down her shoulders. He couldn't help but get a tingle of hope in his chest by this. Maybe she was regretting it. Maybe she had opened the window to tell him that she loved him too, and that she'd break up with Zeke, and he could be her new boyfriend. It was the only reason he could really think of, for her to open the window. He just kept looking up at her, a huge smile on his lips.
"What?" he questioned, hope all over his voice.
"I hate you!" she said, before a large bowl of water was thrown out the window, and it all hit him, soaking his shirt and jeans immediately. He was still looking up at her, trying to blink the water out of his eyes, when the window was smacked close, behind her laughter.
He looked down at herself, at his soaking wet clothes, and groaned.
Troy Bolton; three, and Sharpay Evans; a gazillion.
HAPPY NEW YEARS xD
Phew. That was kinda tough. This chapter really wore it out of me. I hope it was alright, though. It's very long, longer than usual, so I really hope you enjoyed it. It was sorta just their day, and then the huge… uhm, 'fight' in the end.
I dunno how it is, going to Church in America, so I didn't want to go into too much detail about it, so yeah. I hope it was alright. I didn't mean to offend anyone with it. I hope the flashback was alright too. I'll probably be putting more of them into the story, to keep it up for now. And Elvis looks just like my cat. She's gorgeous, and I love her sooo much. She's lying right next to be, on my desk, sleeping. She's so sweet, I didn't want to take her down.
Dedication; The wonderful 'twins', Bethany and Yeshi. You're both having a birthday today! You're so wonderful, and I love you both with all my heart. You always have time for a chat, and that's wonderful, 'cuz I'd always love to talk to you two. Keep safe, and remember to have a good birthday!
Disclaimer; I don't own High School Musical – I'm just playing with the characters for a bit.