Who doesn't love Fridays?
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Disclaimer and other crap- C chapter uno.
Clad in a new plaid bathing suit, I was far from 'ready to go'. In fact, I was a mess. I could already see Zeke jumping in my face with a new batch of whatever he had baked that afternoon, telling me how great I looked and blah, blah, blah, blah…
While Ashlyn is off somewhere, looking ah-mazingly hot.
"You ready?" Ashlyn came into the kitchen with a bright smile, her lips shellacked with lip gloss.
I slid off of the stool to the kitchen counter, slinging my beach bag over my shoulder. "It's now or never." I sighed.
"You act like you're going on death row." Ashlyn rolled her eyes and linked her arm with mine. "Relax. We're going out on the beach. With hot guys. At night." She reassured me.
"Okay, but you don't know those guys." I whined, pulling open one of the double doors. "You… you can go out there and be… whoever you want to be. But I…"
"So what?" Ashlyn pulled the door shut behind her and locking it. "I'm gonna go out there, and be myself. And if they don't like it…"
"Then we'll leave?" I asked happily,
"NO, I'll tell them that I'm a model or something." She shrugged. I drooped again. "You were supposed to laugh." She pushed me as we took a narrow walkway across the street, past another row of beach houses and to the shore of the beach. There was a lot of shouting.
And sure enough, they were there. I couldn't tell who was who from the darkness, all I could see were there outlines, thanks to the glow of the moon rising out of the water.
Ashlyn gave a low whistle. "He-llo." She purred.
"Can you even see who they are?" I laughed incredulously.
"No, but look at those hot bodies." She giggled.
I let out a cackle. My voice rang in all directions, turning a few heads. "Hey, Sharpay!" I saw someone waving down by the shore.
"Oh, kill me now." I rested my head on Ashlyn's shoulder as the figure came closer. "It's him." I groaned.
"Who him? Zeke him?" Ashlyn sounded as if she was about to meet Orlando Bloom. "Oh, my gosh, he's…"
"If you say black, I swear…" I punched her in the arm.
"No, he's pretty cute." She whispered, a small smile creeping into her face. He was only feet away from us. "He's not wearing a shirt!" she squealed.
"Hi." He said again. I stood upright and gave a little wave, looking down at my feet.
"Zeke, this is…"
"I'm Ashlyn." She stepped in front of me and elegantly placed out her hand. "What brings you to the Hamptons?" she giggled.
I ditched them, heading towards the shore. I kicked off my sandals and left them in the sand. "Shar!" Ashlyn chased after me. We sat right at the shore, where breaks washed past us.
"Where were you going to in such a hurry?" she asked.
I stayed silent, looking out at the moon still hovering above the surface. I drew my knees up to my chest. "The water's warm." I said, changing the subject.
"Have you seen Troy?" Ashlyn nudged me. "He's over there." She pointed to our left. Troy and Chad were sitting at a tide pool with a flashlight, examining its contents.
I shrugged. Another wave broke. The white foam rolled past my legs, up to the shore, then pulled back out. "Look at that moon." I sighed.
"Sharpay." Ashlyn elbowed me. "Just go and talk to him."
"What?" I looked up at her with wide eyes. "What are you talking about?" Oh, gosh, she knew? How does she always know? It's almost as if she can read my mind.
"Oh, don't even try to hide it." She grinned. It was a silent agreement. Just by her smile, I could tell that she knew. And that she was trying to keep it in.
"You know, I don't feel so good." I grabbed my stomach, standing up. "I think I'm gonna head back to the house. You know, lie down." I lied.
"You know, when you avoid it like that, you make it more obvious." She smiled up at me. Mm-hmm, that proves it.
I shook my head. "Good night, Ashlyn." I walked up the sand, down the narrow walkway, and back into the house.
To me, that was a waste of time. I saw Zeke, yeah, it's not like I wanted to. But Troy… how does she always know?
I couldn't believe I wasn't allowing myself to think about him. I couldn't even say it. But why should I? Ashlyn likes him.
This was becoming a load of crap. My thoughts weren't connecting. What I was thinking didn't make any sense!
I dropped my beach bag and slid down to the floor, holding my head in my hands. "Just give up." I told myself. "You like Troy, and you know it."
A knock came at one of the double doors. "Finally," I said as I swung open the door, assuming it was Ashlyn, "What took you so long…"
"What?" Troy Bolton was leaning against the doorframe, shyly smiling. "You were expecting me?
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