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A/N - nobody said anything about a sequel, so I'm assuming you don't want one, so I just won't write it. This is your last chance.
Chapter seven
I was in shock. I was standing outside the Evans' house… no, not house, mansion. It wasn't big, it was huge. Yet, I'm not surprised. It sorta explains Sharpay, and of course, the expensive things they both have. I walked up to the front door and pressed the smooth white doorbell. I did notice it was really white, not white with an unremovable layer of nasty, like ours. The door opened and a little boy, about nine, stood there.
" Mom! There's a stranger at the door!" the boy shouted.
" Justin! What did I tell you about opening the- oh, hello." It was the woman from the pink car.
" Umm… I'm here to see Ryan, we're supposed to study." I said.
" Oh, right, you're… umm…"
" Emily!" I looked up Ryan was there, he was smiling.
" Hey Ryan."
" That's it! Emily!" Mrs. Evans cried. " Anyway, call my Katherine." I smiled
" Okay."
" Come on Em, this test isn't going to study itself." Ryan says.
" It'd rock if it did." I said, walking up the stairs. As soon as his mother had gone he pressed his lips against mine. Then he led me to his bedroom.
His room was huge. My bedroom, Dylan's bedroom and the main bathroom could probably fit in it, and have room for halls. The walls were blue and one was covered with posters of celebs, movies, and plays he and Sharpay starred in. another was covered in pictures. I looked at the posters; Making Molly was up there.
" You like that movie?" I asked, pointing to the poster.
" Oh, yeah, it's about this girl, Molly Cray that goes to New York to become a star, but get mixed in with the wrong crowd. She ends up mixed up in a world of drugs, sex and alcohol. Until she meets Harry Goldman, and his daughter Nancy. Nancy becomes friends with Molly and helps her turn her life around. In the end, Molly marries Harry."
" I know."
" You've seen it?" Ryan asked.
" Ryan, who directed it?"
" Matthew Wilds, my favorite director."
" He's okay I guess, sucks at baseball though."
" How do you know?" Ryan asked.
" Think about it Ryan. What's my last name?"
" It's Wilds… oh my god! Matthew Wilds is your dad?" Ryan cried. I nodded. I didn't think any of his movies were that great, but that's just me.
" I met him once! On a vacation to Hollywood!"
" I met him too, just in passing though." I said. Ryan laughed.
" Anyway, test."
" Right, test." I repeated. We sat down on his massive blue bed, pulled out our textbooks and got started. After about ten seconds I was bored. After ten minutes I voiced it.
" Hey Ryan… if you were to have a kid, what would you name it?" I asked.
" Mmm… Damien for a boy and… Ariel for a girl. Why?"
" It was a conversation I had with Cindy when she was preggers… I think it was with Gail."
" What about you? What would you name your child?"
" Parker for a boy, Palmer for a girl."
" Palmer?"
" Jim Palmer's my dad's favorite pitcher ever. It's also the name of my favorite character in 'The Key to the Golden Firebird.'" Ryan nodded.
" Cool." He said, smiling to himself. Then there was a knock at the door.
" Come in!" Ryan called. Katherine opened the door.
" Is Emily eating with us?" she asked.
" Yes." Ryan answered for me.
" Okay." Katherine said, then closed the door.
" Where's your phone?" I asked. He pointed. I called my mom and told her I was staying at the Evans' for dinner. She was fine with it.
Ryan's POV
Emily and I went down stairs for dinner. We were having roast chicken.
" So Emily, tell me about your family, so you have any brothers or sisters?" dad asked.
" I have two brothers and a sister, David, Dylan and Cindy. Cindy has two daughters, Stacy and Gail."
" What about your parents?" Dad pressed on.
" My mother's an Image consultant."
" And your father?"
" Her father is Matthew Wilds!" I blurted. Emily looked at me, one eyebrow raised. Sharpay's jaw dropped, she loved Matthew Wilds as much as I did.
" No way, I don't believe you." Emily shrugged and pulled a wallet out of the pocket of her jean shorts. She opened it and pulled out a picture and handed it to Sharpay. Shar looked ready to cry as she handed the picture back, I leaned over to look at it. It was of four year old Emily in the arms of Matthew Wilds.
" Oh, how is Matthew?" mom asked, as though she'd known him her whole life.
" Wifeless." Emily said. " My parents recently divorced." She explained.
" Are you rich?" my little brother, Justin, asked.
" No, my dad is." Emily replied. " I won't be rich until he kicks it… unless he writes me out of the will." She said.
" Umm… she's joking." I said quickly.
" We know Ryan, we can take a joke." Mom said. I took a bite of my chicken. Emily looked confused, like she didn't know what to do. Then it hit me; she doesn't eat chicken with a fork. Discreetly I showed her how it's done. She copied it and put the chicken in her mouth. She smiled.
" Mmm." She said in a high pitched voice. I laughed, nearly squirting milk out of my noise.
" Ryan!" Sharpay cried.
" Sorry." I said, blushing. Emily giggled. I rolled my eyes at her.
Sharpay's POV
I was disgusted by what that… that… witch did to my brother! Ryan used to be proper, did whatever I told him. I miss that Ryan. He hasn't rehearsed with me since forever.
Luckily he still hasn't noticed that the scene I had him read before the dance isn't actually in the musical. I was mad that the plan didn't work. It was fool proof. Stupid Emily had to bring Montez and Mckessie (A/N is that Taylor's last name?) into it. I mean, yeah, I don't hate them, but they butted in, and now Ryan likes Emily more than ever. Especially now that he knows who her dad is!
I ran upstairs after dinner and called Dylan on my cell phone.
" Hello?" he said, sounding annoyed.
" We need a new plan." I said.
" Well duh, it's been like, four months since they've met! School lets out in a few weeks, we have to act fast."
" Why?" I asked, I agreed, I just wondered what his reason was. Mine was that the musical was coming up.
" We're going to visit dad, I heard Emily asking Dad if she could bring 'a friend'. Guess who that is." He paused. " From the way Emily reacted, I think he said yes."
" Great." I said. Then I heard a sharp intake of breath.
" Sharpay, meet me after school tomorrow behind the Auto shop. I have a plan."
Of course I was curious as to what Dylan came up with, I could hardly stand how slow the day was going. I was ready to kill someone, someone named Emily Wilds. She was getting on my nerves with her shorts and flip-flops and the stupid ponytail! What's with the ponytail. It's not even nice looking; it's just a regular ponytail held back with a cloth-covered rubber band. Not even a nice looking scrunchie.
Finally it was lunch. By this time, I think Ryan could tell I was waiting for something.
" Shar, what's up?" he asked.
" Nothing, why would you think something's up?" I snapped.
" You keep tapping your pencil, and it's driving everyone at the table insane." Ryan replied. Yeah, Ryan still sat with us Drama club members. Emily sat with her Soccer friends. Thank god.
" Nothing, Ryan, I'm going to be a little late for practice tonight."
" Why?"
" I have to meet someone about some… make up." I said. Ryan nodded, looking down at Emily. I could tell what he was thinking. That he'd have some time with Emily before practice now. Their romance made me sick.
Of course I was still dating Zeke. He came up and brought me a cupcake. I kissed his cheek. Then he went back to his Basketball friends. That was how it worked around here, except for the basketball team and Gabriella and Taylor.
When the end of the day bell rang I nearly ran down, before I realized, I didn't know where the auto shop was. So after I got directions I hurried down there. Dylan was there, with a boy I didn't know.
" Who's he?" I asked, suddenly suspicious.
" This is Todd Jones. He's on my soccer team and has agreed to help us."
" I'd like to know the plan." I said, getting frustrated. Dylan smiled and told me his plan. " You are evil!" I cried, it was the perfect plan.