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A/N and I'm going to ask this now, should I do a sequel? I have one in mind, but if no one's going to read it I'm not going to do it. It's up to Y'all.

Chapter five

Ryan's POV

Hell yeah I was scared, I was scared out of my mind. You'd be too if you were asking Emily Wilds out on a date, and, if all went well, to the school dance.

I swallowed, straightened my green hat, and walked over.

" Hey Emily." I said. Emily turned to me, a little surprised.

" You're still here?" it was about four o' clock.

" Sharpay wanted to practice." I explained. Emily nodded, then bent own to tie her shoelace, the first time I've seen her in any shoes other than flip flops outside of her soccer stuff. " Anyway, I-I wanted to k-know if you, maybe, want to, possibly, go on a date with me?" Emily shot back up.

" Umm… sure." She said, her eyes lighting up. She smiled.

"Great." I said, trying, and most likely, failing, to look nonchalant.

" Emily!" someone shouted. Dylan stood at the door impatiently. Emily glared at him then turned back to me.

" So… when and what time… and where?"

" Saturday, 7:00, and… Taco Palace?" I hate that place, but it seems like something she'd like.

" Sounds great!" she said, smiling from ear to ear.

" Emily!"

" Hang on!" Emily shouted at her brother. " So… see ya?"

" Yes." I said.

" Emily Ann Wilds!"

" Shut up Dylan! I'm coming!" she screamed. " bye." She said, hurrying off.

" bye." I called, then watched as she punched her brother's arm. Then they left.

" Ryan, there you are. Let's go, mother's waiting for us." Sharpay said. I nodded and followed.

Three days until Saturday.

Emily's POV

He asked me out, he really asked me out! I was mad at Dylan for everything he'd done, the dragging, the shouting, basically being an ass, but I couldn't wait to get home and tell mom.

Yeah, mom and I are really close. I'm her youngest daughter, and Cindy, her oldest, was a goth in high school, so mom couldn't relate to her. Then of course David's an idiot and Dylan's an ass, so I'm her last chance at a decent child. Of course she has her two grand daughters, but it's not he same I guess.

" mom!" I called as soon as I got in the house.

" upstairs." I heard her call back. I dropped all my stuff and ran up the stairs, two at a time. I knocked on her door.

" come in." mom said. I opened the door, closed it behind me and jumped on mom's bed, where she was sitting.

" guess what!" I said happily.

" what?" mom asked, putting down her crocheting.

" Ryan asked me out on a date!" I cried.

" oh Emmy! That's great!" Mom gushed, throwing her arms around me. " when, where all that jazz?"

" Saturday, Taco Palace." I said. I love Taco Palace. It is the ultimate in tacos.

" oh honey, Ryan's a good boy, I like him."

" mom, you totally just got divorced! Besides, he's mine!" I cried, jokingly.

" ha ha ha." Mom said, picking up her crocheting. " what are you going to wear?"

" umm… jean shorts and a tank top." I said.

" No! Emmy! Didn't I teach you better?" mom cried, nearly chucking her crocheting across the room. " You have to look nice, that means actual pants… or a skirt."

" Pants." I said quickly.

" Okay… how about… those nice blue jeans your father's assistant bought you last Christmas, along with… oh, that tunic top your father's assistant producer bought you for your birthday!"

My dad is a director/producer/whatever he feels like doing in movies. He's directed things like, Over the Wall, Clue 2, and Making Molly (A/N random things, not real), then who knows what else he's done. He has a lot of money. Oh, and all the people he works with (meaning the boss of) send me Christmas and birthday presents while they're working with him.

" Fine." I sighed. I hate wearing full length pants.

Dylan's POV

I picked up the phone as quietly as I could. That morning Sharpay had given me her cell number. I dialed the number that was written on a scrap of paper, and looked around.

" Sharpay." Someone on the other line said.

" Sharpay, It's Dylan, I have news. Ryan and Emily are going on a date this Saturday." I said quietly.

" are you sure?" she asked.

" I listened at the door while she told my mom."

" okay. We'll take care of this, meet me at the end of your block in ten minutes." She said.

" okay." I said, hanging up. " mom, Em, I'm going out, don't wait up." I called, walking out the door.

True to her word, ten minutes later, Sharpay appeared at the corner, in a white car. I got in.

" I have a plan." She said, as soon as I sat down.

Emily's POV

The next day at school I had planned to spend my free period in the library, doing research for a history project, but Dylan interrupted that.

" hey, Ryan wanted me to ask you to meet him in Darbus' room." He said. I raised an eyebrow, no way would Dylan go out of his way to do something for Ryan.

" I was coming here anyway. Besides, I give up, there's no way I can keep you two apart." He said, sighing in defeat. I kissed his cheek.

" that's the spirit." I said, heading off in the direction of Darbus' room. I heard voices, so I froze, not able to help but listen in.

" all you care about is her, you have no time for us!" that was Sharpay.

" Shar, I don't care about her, she's cute, I'm just stringing her along until I get bored with her, then I'll drop her. She's too stupid to figure it out." My jaw dropped, that was Ryan. I held back tears as I ran to the nearest girls restroom.

'how could he do this to me?' I thought. 'maybe I am stupid! I was stupid enough to believe his lies! He's an actor, the first thing daddy taught me was never trust an actor.' I leaned against a wall and took a deep breath. Then I went to splash some water on my face. I don't wear make up, can't stand the feel of it, so I didn't have to worry about running or smearing.

'Forget research, I'm going to the field.' I thought, going out. First to the equipment shed for a ball and a specially designed soccer roller. You put balls into in and it'll shoot balls at you, not too fast, but fast enough.

I spent the next hour kicking soccer balls as hard as I could, pretending they were the Evans twins' heads. Unfortunately I had my next hour with, and next to, Ryan. I totally ignored him. He looked upset, I didn't care. After class he grabbed my arm.

" Emily, what's wrong?"

" oh, I'm so stupid, you probably wouldn't understand." I said angrily, walking off.

Ryan's POV

I was confused. Emily was really mad. I didn't know why.

I guess asking her to the dance is out.