This has been on my computer for awhile. I can't believe I haven't visited this story in forever. But I WILL finish this...sooner or later this will say completed. Hate to leave you guys hanging and I appreciate the reviews and pleas. Gives me motivation to complete this! This was written awhile ago and I went back and redid some parts. I cringe at my old writing... THANK YOU FOR YOUR REVIEWS AND YOUR READING!
"I'm seeing all the angels, starts to get tangled
I start to compromise
My life and my purpose
Is it all worth it?
Am i gonna turn out fine?"
Keep Your Head Up - Andy Grammer
Sharpay hurried down the congested New York Street. She never did notice how dirty New York was. Barrels overflowing with trash, stains of drinks (she hoped) marked the sidewalks, loose sheets from the newspapers danced around in the wind. The place was a straight pigpen!
Sharpay wheezed as she rounded the corner to her shop. Finally. "Hey Kels, so sorry I'm late! But you'll never believe what-," she stopped short when she saw a group of movers touching her stuff. ALL her stuff. And moving her stuff. That was HERS.
"THE HELL IS GOING ON HERE," she roared as she yanked the clothing rank from one of the movers.
The commotion stopped due to high pitched shrill from the seething blonde. A middle-aged man in a suit holding a clipboard stepped forward. He offered his hand, juggling a clipboard under the free one. "Hello Miss. I'm guessing your either a Ms. Evans or Ms. Nielson? Just a cease and desist order. Routine stuff. Don't worry we'll be out of here in no time."
She choked back another shriek. A what? Her hands clenched, "Pardon? Why are you touching my stuff? I own this, ALL of this," she ripped a tutu from one of the movers hands. "This is my store and I will not sit and resist or whatever the hell you're talking about," she narrowed her eyes.
He slowly lowered his hand. "Its cease and desist," he explained. "And actually its not. It belongs to a Ms. Valerie Evans."
"Wait. WHAT?" The manipulative, conniving, egocentric….
"No need to scream, Miss," he rubbed his ears. "I think you heard me right."
Sharpay shook her fingers," No. No. No. No. No. No. YOU," she pointed at him. "Listen to me," her finger faced her. "This," she shook her hands around. "Is mine," she brought them back to her. "Comprendre?"
He rolled his eyes, "I'm not Spanish."
"It's French," she rolled her eyes stepping out from behind him. "Alright, listen up," she waved her hands. "You-whoo! Listen people," she drew the movers' attention. "There seems to be a big mistake. You're obviously at the wrong store. So, just drop what you're doing and move on with day. That's your job right," she chuckled at her own pun. The satisfying sound of boxes hitting the ground filled her ears.
The man waved his clipboard, "Just keep going guys. We have a deadline to meet!" As the movers inched towards the merchandise.
"No, no, no," Sharpay spoke louder. "Just leave it," she coaxed them.
The man gripped Sharpay's upper arm. "Keep going," he declared as he yanked her from the storefront. "And you—"
"Unhand me you suited ape," she jabbed him in the stomach. She straightened out her blazer, "If you don't get those baboons out of my store in five seconds, I'm gonna sue you so bad, your great-great grandchildren will still be paying me back."
He held up his hand, "Please. If anything, you'll be the one paying," he held his clipboard to her face. "And stop acting like a dumb blonde. You signed this place over willingly. I believe you're the one trespassing," he smirked.
She clutched the clipboard that vaguely resembled something she signed a week or so ago. At lunch…with her mother. The fuck…
"Mrs. Valerie Evans owns all this now," he took back his clipboard. "And I suggest you leave the premises before I call the cops."
Sharpay widened her eyes. Oh God.
Gabriella woke up the next day to a scent-induced headache. She took a look around her room, taking in the half burned candles, the dock set up to her i-Pod softly playing love music all night to set the mood for her rekindled romance with Troy. However, two things were missing. 1. There was no Troy in her room. And 2. The condom laid next to her bedpost remained unwrapped. That left Gabriella annoyed and sexually frustrated. Very annoyed and very, very, VERY, sexually frustrated.
She groaned as she swung her legs over her bed and made her way into the kitchen. It was eerie quite since the other half of her roommates left. She went over to the vacant spot where the automatic coffee machine once sat. What the hell?
Suddenly the light bulb went off as she realized that limited addition pink coffee maker belonged to no other than Sharpay. A sigh escaped her mouth. She never thought about how much of an impact two people can make in an apartment. Well, she noticed the expenses grown even larger, to the point where she knew both her and Taylor's teaching jobs would not be able to keep up with the monthly rent. But, there were other things that were missing. Like, how this mornings Kelsi didn't have class so they would go out for breakfast at Emily's, a block away. Or, how last night Sharpay would try to convince all the girls for a happy hour because "there is nothing that makes me more happy than pathetic, married 9-to-5ers trying to buy drinks for girls they will never get." Sure, out of all the girls, Taylor was closest to her but friendships from high school leave a mark on someone.
Gabriella pulled out her phone, "Hey you. What are you doing? Wanna go to breakfast with me?"
Troy leaned against the window of the little dinner where he was given exact instructions on where to go. The chilly air nipped at his ears as he pressed his hands together to keep warm.
"Hey you," a sweet voice tickled at his ear.
Finally. "Mhmm," Troy muttered well pressing his lips to his girlfriend, forgetting out the tongue-lashing he was about to give her for making him wait. Damn her and her kissable lip balm. Was that watermelon or strawberry?
Gabriella reluctantly pulled away, "Shall we? I'm starving."
Troy smirked as he opened the door, "After you, girlfriend."
"Aw, you're the sweetest, boyfriend!"
"Fuck this. Fuck her. Fuck this situation. Fuck me. Fuck. Fuck. Fuck. Fuck Fuckity-fucky-fuck."
Kelsi raised her eyebrows, in amusement. "Now, Chad, you're not the only one going through tough times."
"I am going to be daddy in a couple months to a crazy-ass bitch. I got bitched out last night to another psycho. Literally had my ass KICKED by my best friend for 'ruining his moment.' Just got told that I need to go to consoling by my baby mama so we can build a family and still need to tell my parents that they are the proud new owners of the term, grandparents," he shot back at his small companion. "So, a pity party is in order."
Kelsi took a look around the vacant gym where Chad will be having practice in a few short hours. "I'm homeless, jobless, and seen as, and I quote, 'unfit to provide a stable home life for a child' according to the adoption agency."
"Yeah, I still don't get that."
"I know, right? Like how am I—"
"No, I mean the whole adoption. I don't understand why you want that. I mean, wasn't that the reason you were kicked out?"
"Okay, first of all, I was asked to leave and secondly," she paused for a minute. Why did she even want to adopt? "I-I-I don't know," her voice trailed off.
"Huh?"
Kelsi sat back in the bench. She really didn't have any idea why she signed up for adoption. What was the reasoning? What would she get accomplished? What was she doing in her life?
"I don't know," she stated firmly. She turned to the brooding man, "Chad? I think I'm having an early life crisis."
Chad nodded, "See, I was gonna say that awhile ago but, I thought I be called an 'insensitive asshole' as Taylor so politely called me last night."
"Yeah, she's a bitch."
"Whoa, whoa there Nielson. I mean, I know you guys had a falling out but, those are some pretty harsh words."
Kelsi rolled her eyes, "I am not even gonna go there with you."
He stiffened, "Go where?"
"Just forget it."
"No, what," Chad persisted
A gust of hot air blew out of her mouth, "Chad, I mean, I love you and all but, you're being kind of an ass." She held her hand up as Chad immediately opened his mouth to object. "I get it. Okay? You're going through a really hard time. I am, you were dumped. Then told that you're gonna be a father. Known as that guy who can't keep it in his pants. And you're probably filled with disappointment and—"
"Get to the point," he grumbled.
"Sorry. What I'm saying, as your friend, is that you are being an inconsiderate prick."
"And you're being a bitch," Chad retorted.
Kelsi smiled, "Touché. But, listen to yourself. Calling the girl who is carrying your child a 'crazy ass bitch?' I mean, those aren't the words you should be using to describe the mother of your child."
"Well, I don't want the child,"
Kelsi jaw dropped, "Alright. That's just terrible. Awful. Terribly awful," she shook her head. "Chad, you can't—"
"Look, if I wanted a lecture I woulda called my mom," he rubbed his temples. "So just save it—"
Kelsi jumped up from her seat, "No, you listen! Stop moping around and acting like 'Oh, woe is me,' like you had nothing to do with what is going on in your life. You made a choice, a stupid one I may add, and now you're dealing with the consequences. So, stop running around and making everyone else feel like shit because you feel like your world is ending. Seriously, you need to grow the fuck up and take—"
Chad got up from his spot on the bench. Why did he call her again? "I don't need this right now."
Kelsi grabbed his wrist and shoved him back down. He didn't budge. "No, this is exactly what you need! Can you listen to me? Can someone, for once, actually freakin' listen to me? I get it. You're upset with what is happening but honestly you should be ashamed of yourself! Saying you don't want your baby. What happens if your father said that to you, huh," she asked him as he looked to the floor. "Or how about if you found out your dad called your mom a 'crazy ass bitch', what would you do?"
"Kill him," he mumbled, a pink creeping its way on his cheeks.
"Like, listen to yourself? Think before you speak. It has always gotten you into trouble," she almost laughed at the multiple detentions he got for getting into it with Ms. Darbus. "I know, I'm being a bitch right now but, it's for your own damn good," she said before snatching her purse and leaving the bench.
A little ring erupted from her bag. A text. "SOS. MAJOR SHIT. WE'RE FUCKED WHERE R YOU? – Sharpay.
