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5:00 p.m. It's raining out, my shades are still down, there are tissues strewn all over my down-comforter. I am officially a mess. Landon came and I didn't even care. I ignored him most of the time and answered him very curtly. He got the message that I was pissed and left angrily. Yea, two men leave my apartment pissed off, what a fab day. Let me tell you. I need to sort out this mess that has become my life, and thank god I didn't have rehearsal today, because that's just what I didn't need today, to have to sit and watch a bunch of amateurs screw up my show. UGH! I hate myself right now. I need someone to talk to…hmm… maybe Ryan's home.

5:02 p.m. Ryan's not home, his answering machine picked up. Where's that freaky brother sister intuition thing? He should know I need help! No, I can't rely on him. I'm 23 now, I need to be a big girl and figure this out myself. I guess I need to tell Landon about Troy. I mean, he'll find out eventually, and he's really sweet I don't want to hurt him anymore than I already will. Ok, I'm going to call him.

5:15 p.m. Ouch, it's harder telling the truth than I thought. I basically just got told I was a bitch in every way possible. I guess I should have expected that, but I didn't think it would hurt so much. He said I was the most selfish person he had ever met, and that I didn't deserve to be happy. Well he should be happy to know that I'm not. Happy that is. Well I'm going to go get soup or something for dinner. Maybe Chinese, that sounds like good "I feel like I'm fat but I don't care because I'm pissed and upset with myself" food.

5:30 p.m. Ok, I'm off to pick up my food. I'm in a pair of sweats that I didn't even know I owned, and I plan on wearing very dark sunglasses so no one recognizes me, because believe me when I tell you that I look like a train wreck.

6:00 p.m. My day has officially gotten worse. I walk into the restaurant to pick up my food, and I'm standing by the counter, when I see Troy. Not only Troy do I see, but Troy with another girl. She was beautiful. Tall, thin, red curls, wearing the Moschino dress I have wanted, and to top it all off, she had a Fendi Spy Bag. This girl had my life. How could he have moved on so fast? Wasn't he upset? He had seemed so when he left this morning. And the worst of all, is that she turned around, saw my appearance and laughed at me. SHE LAUGHED AT ME, and she thought I didn't see. Thank god I had my glasses on, and Troy didn't recognize me. Now I feel like I have a HUGE whole in my heart. I need to hear his voice. I NEED TO KILL THAT GIRL! Who does she think she is stealing my life? THIS IS MADNESS! I've lost my appetite all of the sudden.

7:00 p.m. I've been pondering. Should I call him maybe? Should I apologize? I mean nothing he could say could be worse that what he said to me this morning. Right? I don't know what to do. I NEED to find out who that girl is. Hmm, he said he was staying at the Mercer Hotel. Maybe I could go snoop? No! Are you crazy? He'd be doubly pissed if you were there snooping. But maybe it would help you Sharpay! Oh my god, stop this! Pick one option! Ok eeny meeny myny moe catch a tiger…err… ok, how old are you? Alright I can't stop myself, I'm going snooping.

7:15 p.m. Ooo, this is fun! I feel like Jennifer Garner on Alias. I love being a theatre person, because I have oh so many wigs to work with. I think I'm going to settle with a wavy/curly brunette wig, a pale blue mini-dress with a navy blue and white stripped shrug and my beautiful new Jimmy Choos!

7:20 p.m. Wow, a wig can do a lot. Troy will never recognize me! Haha… I'm soooo very creative. Well, I think I am done, so I'm off. Off to go spy on Troy Bolton, and find out who the hell his new girlfriend or whatever she is to him thinks she is doing.