I don't know how to say this but I think I'm in love with you ..

By: Simpleee.meee

Author's Note: Thank you for your reviews everyone. It was very much appreciated. x)

Disclaimer: As you all know I own nothing.

Chapter 3- Sharpay's PoV:

"Sharpay! Sharpay! Over here!" I heard the phony cheerleaders call me, "Would you like to sign up for the Wildcat's cheer squad?"

I stopped in my tracks and that stopped all the people behind me who needed something from me. There were some jocks surrounding Zeke, I smiled and winked at Zeke, then there were the cheerleaders, right next to me, refusing to give me some personal space. Then you would see some freshmen wanting my autograph or something. It wasn't like I was famous. I felt bad inside, rejecting all these people, but I had no choice, I had to keep up my act, which was going good. I think.

"Ew. No. Now buhbye." I turned down the cheerleaders' offer and complimented myself for the good job that I was doing.

I got to my locker, with the mob of people still surrounding me. I sighed. Too many people were bumping into me. I couldn't even get the combination of my locker right! I surveyed the area. For no reason at all. It was just .. random. It was then when my eyes met with those of my crushes. He was along with the jocks surrounding Zeke. How did I miss him? I was about to smile when I realized that I was at school and immediately frowned at the face.

"Could you all just move back so I can get the combination of my locker right?" I asked the mob of people.

I could hear them obeying me. Why were they all like this? Why wasn't anyone standing up to me? Despite my thought I flashed a fake smile and snottily said, "Thank you."

Ryan stood around and when he saw that I was done, he gladly put some of my stuff in his bag and walked to the homeroom with me, like a body guard or something. The jocks kept following us. Finally they came in and sat down where they usually sat. Minutes later, Zeke came up to me and I could see that the jocks were looking at Zeke, although they tried to make it oblivious.

I smirked.

"Uh... Hi Sharpay!" He stammered, "I brought your cookies."

"Thanks." With that I snatched the cookies off him.

He looked as though he had more to say to me, but walked away, looking down. Last year when I was a sophomore, I did accept the fact that Zeke had a crush on me. I got a little carried away at the end of the year and accidentally revealed my "home self." I hugged him and practically asked him out. But it was all for the cookies, I didn't really love him or anything. The person I loved was...

"Ah good morning, class! Good to see you all!"

Our same old teacher, Mrs. Darbus walked in greeting the class. Although she was my favorite teacher, I couldn't help but notice how funny she dresses. She had this huge, fuchsia shirt with a black shawl lazily draped across her shoulders. Her pants looked a bit tight around her thighs. Her glasses were huge, she had a lot of make-up on and she had those weird long necklaces.

"As usual there will be the audition for-" Darbus started to say, but stopped as she stared at a brunette.

The rest of the class followed suit and started to stare at the brunette. Cassidy Coulburns. That was her name. She had a paper in her hand and it looked like a note. It also seemed as though Darbus made a new enemy during the break. Instead of cell phones now they were notes, being passed during class. I gave a scoff.

"Was that a note?" Darbus yelled at the girl.

Quiet frankly, I felt sorry for her. She once tried for the musicale. She was such a wanna-be. She had this guy partner and they were "singing" and "dancing" to the music. Darbus' reaction to it was hilarious.

"Y-y-y-yes Miss," she started to stammer, "But it wasn't me who started it!"

"That's enough! Bring it here," Darbus barked rather loudly, "whoever started this outrage confess. NOW!"

Not a single sound was made. Even the jocks knew when to shut up. Her face went into different shades of red as she read the note and looked back at us. Everyone knew what was coming.

"So, no one will own up?" Darbus started, quivering, "Everyone lunch detention tomorrow and after school detention today!"

"Please Miss; we have Scholastic Decathlon meeting today!" Taylor reasoned without raising her hand.

"That's another after school time detention for you tomorrow!" Darbus screeched.

"But she was only trying to help us miss! Please, we'll make it up to you!" Gabriella stuck up for her best friend.

"You'll join Miss McKessie tomorrow after school as well, Miss Montez." Darbus ranted on, "If anyone else speaks out of turn then you will be on detention for the whole week!"

It looked as though everyone understood Ms Darbus. My eyes were focused solely on my desk. It was so hard to keep up my act. Especially after the vacation. What if I acted like my "home self"? Then everyone would hate me even more. The thought scared me.

"Sharpay?"

I turned around to the voice and it was Troy Bolton. Every single eye in the room turned to him. Including Ms Darbus and his girlfriend. Well Gabriella and Troy weren't technically together, but they looked as if they were dating for ages. I saw him blush. The bell went and he rushed outside followed by his jock friends. As I got ready to go out Ms Darbus called me.

"Yes?" I asked blinking a couple of times.

"The note was about you." Darbus stared at me, "Would you like to read it?"

"Why not?" I suggested, being snotty and opened up the note.

'I think Sharpay's hot. Who agrees with me?

Yes : 17

No : 4

She's hotter than hot!

She's fake!

You're just jealous.'

I smiled, "Can I go now?"

"Oh. Yes. Run along now." Darbus blinked and went back to her paper works on her desk.

I walked out of the class room after shoving the note in my purse. Sheesh, was that the reason why she was so worked up? She sure was sensitive.

"What did it say?" Ryan asked, walking up to me.

"It said that I was hot," I squealed, letting only my brother see the real me.

"Ok." He replied.

"You wouldn't understand." I said snottily as I saw some sophomore's walking past me.

"Sorry," I whispered.

"It's cool." My brother was, so patient with me, I made a mental note to pay him a little bit more.

I had to separate with my brother, because he had a different class to me and as much as I hated being separated with Ryan, I had no choice. And almost all my classes consisted of my crush. I can't believe it! I don't know if I should consider myself lucky or unlucky. It's just a funny situation.

I got to my locker which was a long way away from Ryan's and got my books. I scanned the hallway for Kelsi Nielson. The smart composer who composed our Winter Musicale songs. I was sorry for being mean to her, but I had to. Like I said before I had no choice. Then my eyes met with a pair of green eyes. I knew who they belonged to, my crush-

"TROY BOLTON?" I screamed out loud, by accident.

I blushed to the limit, slammed my locker shut and ran the long way to the maths room. Everyone was staring at me. I was so embarrassed. I bolted for the maths room. I was already late! Sure, the mean Sharpay Evans at school didn't mind being late but lately it wasn't the mean Sharpay; it was more of a good Sharpay. And at the moment I was more of a good Sharpay. As I sprinted the rest of the way down the corridor, not really watching where I was going, I smashed into a figure.