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

Chapter 4- Troy's PoV:

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"Ow!" I moaned, when my butt hit the floor, but then I gasped and saw that the figure had fallen down too.

"Are you ok?" I asked kindly, sitting up to help that person pick their books up.

"Yeah, I'm fine. Are you ok?"

"Yeah. Here are you books," I said and offered that person my hand. The person took my hand.

"I'm Troy Bolton by the w-" I said then stopped and looked at the person in front of me.

"Sharpay?" I asked, out of uncertainty.

I felt a tingle as I held her hand.

"You seemed so nice just then. I mean compare your icy self to now," I remarked, as I pulled her up.

She narrowed her eyes. I immediately backed off. As I was about to let go of her hands the maths teacher came out of the room. But then I realized that it wasn't our maths teacher, it was-

"Dad!" I said out of surprise as I saw my dad standing in front of Sharpay and me.

"It's Mr. Bolton for this period, Troy." My dad sternly remarked and looked back and forth from our held hands, "The two of you are late. That's a lunch detention for the two of you. Today, lunch time- don't forget. Now come in."

"But dad, ball practice!" I tried to reason with my dad.

"Inside, NOW!" My dad cut me off.

I wasn't aware of Sharpay and my held hands until now. I looked at her, she looked back at me and we immediately dropped our hands. She was really quiet for a Sharpay. I saw her bite her lips before she let out a heavy sigh. She practically ran to the table at the back corner. I scanned the room for a seat; there was none except next to Sharpay. I sighed and reluctantly took my seat next to her.

"Miss Evans and Mr. Bolton turn to page 108 of your textbooks." I heard my dad say.

I followed his orders and turned to page 108. I heard Sharpay sigh next to me and felt her squirm. I gave her a glance and she stopped.

"Are you ok?" I whispered.

There was no answer from Sharpay. I shrugged and continued with the listening.

"Now then, it says here from your normal maths teacher, whoever that is, you have to do the whole page. And if I were you, I wouldn't be ogling at the teacher. I would be getting on with the work." My dad snapped in a rather coach-y way.

"Ok. Bolton I need help." Sharpay snapped at me, turning around in her seat to face me.

"Huh?" I asked as she tapped me on the shoulder.

"I need help." She snapped again.

"Oh right." I started, but stopped. Shouldn't I make her say please? And shouldn't I make her say, "May I?"

"Aren't you forgetting the magic word?" I asked.

"Oh, Bolton, you are so going to pay later!" She whispered fiercely, shut her eyes and whispered, "Please?"

"Please what? Say it nicely!" I ordered quietly.

"May I please get some help, Troy?" She gave up and asked me.

"Of course, what do you need help with?" I asked.

"Everything." She replied.

"What?" I asked.

"I know!" Sharpay whined quietly and threw her hands in the air, before continuing, "I know! I'm really bad at math. Before today, I would usually get help from Mrs. Leigh. But she's not here today and I think she forgot to mention my .. stupidness."

"Hey, don't worry. I'll help you." I replied smiling at her.

"Thanks." She smiled back at me. And it wasn't one of those fake smiles she flashed everywhere. It was a genuine smile, and I loved it.

"So, why were you so nice to me back then, when you bumped into me? I mean, when I bumped into you?" I asked.

Sharpay gave me no answer; instead she asked me a maths question. I could see that she didn't want to give me an answer for my question. I gave her the answer and decided not to ask her about her kindness until .. I don't know. Maybe later. We joked around, had a giggle and helped each other. I was starting to see a different side to Sharpay.

"So why were you so nice to me back then, when you bumped into me? I mean, when I bumped into you?" I asked again.

She stopped writing, dropped her pen and looked down, at her shoes. I felt sorry for her, and I regretted asking her the question. I reached out for her.

"It's ok, you don't have to tell me." I said, dismissing the issue.

"No, I'll tell you." She replied, much to my surprise.

"Ok. Go, I'm all ears." I told her and smiled.

"Ok, you're probably not gonna believe what I'm gonna tell you. But I really want you to know that this is the truth. Ok, well, the "me" that you saw earlier is the real me. I know it's hard to believe but that's the truth. And lately all I've been thinking about was how mean I am to people and how I hate it!" She looked up at me with sorrowful eyes.

"So then does Ryan know?" I asked.

"Of course he does. I pay him to be quiet about me not being me." She replied, "Don't make me pay you."

I didn't know that Sharpay was going through this. And I knew, that there was a chance that what she told me was a lie, but somehow, I knew that it was the truth.

" Troy, look at me." Sharpay directed, "I'm telling the truth. I swear!"

It was as if she read my mind. I smiled at her.

"It's so cool that you can tell me what you just told me, don't worry-I believe you. Weirdly." I said as the bell went.

She quickly packed up and left the room. I did the same and walked out of class. I didn't know what to do after this, but I knew that I was supposed to tell no one.