I don't know how to say this but I think I'm in love with you ...
By: simpleee.meee
Disclaimer: I don't own High School Musical.
Chapter 9: A month later:
Sharpay's PoV:
I woke up on Monday morning, all ready and refreshed to start another new week. It was unbelievable, but it was a month after everything had changed.
A month after I got known as the nice person. I had to admit, Ryan and Troy did too do a rather wonderful job on helping me, come out of my shell and open up to people. I decided to myself and my diary that I will be forever grateful. Now I felt loved and appreciated. It was such a warm feeling. And I loved it!
It was a month after I applied for New York High. The big school in the central of New York, which was known for famous singers, and actors who graduated from New York High and famous athletes that graduated from New York High. I have to say, only half of our class applied. The half was made up of the school jocks and us- the drama geeks. But then we didn't have any of that stereotyping anymore. We were all really like one big happy family.
It was nearly a month after I opened up and made lots more friends from our school. And being named the second most loved person on campus. Or according to our school newspaper, gossip column.
And finally, it was a month after I made a best friend- Troy Bolton. As I gradually hung with him we became friends. My feelings other than friendship for him were wiped away. At least for now. And I wished that it would never ever return! Why? Good question. It will practically ruin everything we built up. Our friendship. And not just my friendship with Troy but with the rest of Troy's friends. Chad, Jason, Zeke, Gabriella, Taylor and Kelsi. They would be shocked. Especially Gabriella. But at the moment Gabriella and Troy were ... well ... not good. They were too busy to be seeing each other. I tried to help them ... but alas, it was a waste of my time, or so Troy says.
As I started to make my bed, humming, a knock came from my door with a, "Sharpay? Are you up yet?"
"Yes. Come in Ryan." I shouted and resumed to humming and making my bed.
"Morning." He smiled and took a seat on my small couch that I had in my room.
"Morning to you too." I replied, took my brush off the bedside table and started to brush my hair.
"So ... ever since ... about a month ago, we hardly hang around with each other." Ryan commented with a bitter note.
"Yeah, I know. But you know we can hang around at home. And I've seen you at school. You're doing great making friends with the jocks and the girls." I smiled as I complimented and tried to encourage him as I plopped on my bed, cross-legged.
"Thanks."
"No problem."
"You excited?"
"Oh ... yes. I'm no nervous and excited that I swear I cannot feel my stomach! It feels empty!"
"That's because you haven't had anything to eat yet." Ryan threw his head back and laughed.
"Maybe ..."
"Hey Sharpay, promise me that, if one of us do get chosen, that we will keep in touch with each other for the rest of the year. By MSN, e-mail or snail mail. Ok?" Ryan held his pinky out, "Pinky promise."
"I promise Ryan." I pinky promised Ryan, "But Ryan it's a fat chance that one of us will get through. I mean, there are thousands and thousands of students at East high. Our school is super big! It really is a fat chance that one of us will get through ..."
"I know, but just in case."
"Ok. You're the older one." I shrugged.
"By 7 minutes." Ryan added, "See you later then. Oh and breakfast will be ready by 20 past."
"Thanks." I replied.
I got off my bed and got ready for school, it was then when it hit me, "My maths homework!"
Troy's PoV:
"Wake up, Troy." My mom's voice rang in my ears as her hand slapped my back, demanding me to wake up.
I rolled around and saw my mom holding our laundry basket with lots and lots of dirty clothes. She picked up a couple of dirty clothes of mine, from all over the room and threw a glance at me.
"You better be up by the time I look around." She threatened.
"Yes mom."
I rolled off my bed and onto the floor, missing the bedside table by only inches. I sat up and grabbed the nearest shirt and pulled it over my head, groggily putting my arms into the short sleeve.
"TROY!" my mom shouted, "You ought to be more careful next time! Could've broken your head open!"
"Mom, you're exaggerating." I said dismissively.
"You better go and get breakfast before your dad finishes it all!"
"Ok, ok. I'm going now."
I grabbed my phone from my desk, and walked out of my room. I looked at the screen to check the time. It was- 7. And the message icon was flashing. I entered the menu and started to navigate my way to look for the message. As soon as I found it I opened it and checked who it was from. Sharpay- my best friend. Well we befriended each other as I helped her to be her self at school. Back to the message, it read-
'Aloha Troy.
I don't get question 8. I know we went through it for about millions of times, but I still don't get it.
Tell me at school. Khay ?
Oh & I had so much fun yesterday!
See you later alligator!'
Then I realized it was only yesterday that Sharpay and I went to the park to study for maths. Well we decided that we would meet up at the local park, since we lived only two blocks away from each other and do our homework together. We had had so much fun. We left out maths text book, exercise book and our pencil case on the grass nearby and started to play on the playground. We went on the swings to see who went the highest, we went on the slide. There was this really awesome slide, some may call us childish but it was great fun. It was all curvy and it went round and round. Then we played tips. We were screaming and hollering and having so much fun we hardly got our homework done. So then we tried msn-ing each other. But it was still hard seeing that we weren't talking face to face. Oh and you should've seen the look on the little kids' guardians' faces. It was classical! They were staring at us as if we were crazy.
Well maybe we did deserve it, seeing that we exceeded the height limit.
"Morning, son." My dad greeted me as he saw me merge from our stairway.
"Morning dad." I returned the greeting and took my place on the family table.
I shoved my phone in my trainer pockets and lifted up my fork to start shoving some food into my mouth.
"Excited?" My dad asked me.
"No. Why?" I asked scratching my hair.
"New York High application?" My dad informed me.
"Oh. Now you mention it. A little." I shrugged and paid my attention to eating.
"Well, the best of luck be with you son." My dad greeted me, got up to put his plate in the sink, patted me on the shoulder and went to the living room with a cup of coffee.
I wonder who the lucky eight were going to be ...
Sharpay's PoV:
"Miss Evans! Miss EVANS!"
Someone was shouting at me. I snapped back to reality. And let me tell you this. I was not in New York High's Performing Arts Hall, acting and singing. Instead I was at our East High, in Physics while Mr. Hall shouted at me.
"Would you please answer my question?" He asked with a smirk.
My eyes widened and immediately turned towards Troy. He tried mouthing the word, but Mr. Hall clapped his hands really loudly and sneered at me. I jumped out of surprise and looked up at him. He was now making his way down to Troy and my table. I gulped and expected the worst from him.
"Well, well, well. You weren't paying attention, were you Miss Evans?"
"Uhhh ... no."
"De-" as Mr. Halls was about to give me detention, the bell rang.
"Ooh. Saved by the bell." I fought back. That teacher hated me. Don't ask me why ...
I followed Troy out of the class, towards wherever it was that he was going.
"The bell shouldn't have gone for another, 20 minutes!" I fumbled with my phone, as I checked the time.
"It's probably something important. Maybe it's an assembly. Or a fire drill." Troy informed me as I linked arms with him.
"Oh right."
We followed the rest of the student body to wherever they were going. I punched Troy and said, "I guess you were right."
We sat down on one of the chairs until Mr. Matsui entered the hall. The whole student body stood up out of respect and waited for whatever it was he was going to announce.
"Good morning East High." He said into the microphone with extreme happiness radiating from his face.
"Good morning, Mr. Matsui." We all droned back.
My nerves were forgotten because of the exile to the assembly.
"Sit down, sit down!" Mr. Matsui told us with a hand gesture.
"What's gotten into him? He's freaking me out." I whispered to Troy.
"Dunno." He replied, rather nervously.
"What's gotten in to you?" I nudged him.
Then I zoned out again. It was the same daydream. How I was performing on the Performing Arts Center in New York and everyone was giving me a standing ovation and clapping their minds out ...
"Ouch." I yelped as Troy nudged me.
"What?" I whispered.
All eyes seemed to be on me. Mr. Matsui had this hopeful look on his face, and I returned him a 'weirdo' look.
"Come on up Miss Evans." Mr. Matsui said into the microphone.
I stood up and walked to the stage. Troy followed me soon after.
"And these eight will be leaving this Saturday to New York High, Performing Arts and Sports School!" Mr. Matsui bellowed into the microphone with pride.
My eyes widened and that was when I realized why I was up here. I was going to New York High. To New York. I was going to New York! And the best thing was I was going with my best friend! I squealed in delight and hugged Troy tightly. I didn't think about anything else I only thought about what to pack and what to do once I got there ... This was so totally exciting!
Troy's PoV:
"Sharpay, you can let go now." I coughed.
"What? Right. Sorry." said Sharpay, "I'm just so excited!"
Suddenly she stopped talking and her face fell. I thought she had seen a ghost. I mean, nothing could ruin this sweetness of knowing that you're going to New York High. But there was one thing that I hadn't thought about. One thing that was going to ruin this sweetness.
It was ...
"Gabriella. Troy, you have to go to Gabriella. Did you talk to her in the past week? No. So go and talk to her. You really need to. Look at the state she's in!" Sharpay urged me.
"Oh ok. What's next period?" I asked Sharpay.
"Free period. Just go and I'll see you later in the court, I think." Sharpay replied.
"Thanks Sharpay. You're the best." I gave her a quick hug and ran off chasing Gabriella, who now exited the assembly hall.
"I know!" Sharpay giggled, as she gave me a push.
No body noticed me run off the stage except a couple of people. The hall was so noisy that I could hear the people from the end of the hall. There I saw here. She was sitting on top of the stair case, her knees drawn to her chest, her head resting on her knees and her arms hugging her legs.
"Gabriella?" I called out quietly and walked up the stairs.
"Troy?" She called back, "About time you come looking for me.
"Yeah, I'm sorry about that." I nervously replied.
I sat down next to her bur felt ... very awkward. Ever since the ski lodge vacation, Gabriella and I hardly talked. We were too busy with our own lives. And ever since the last time we talked, nothing felt right and it was from that moment that I knew what was wrong with our relationship.
"Gabriella." I tapped her on the shoulder so that I would know that she was listening to me, "I think we shouldn't be seeing each other anymore."
Her eyes started to glaze with fresh tears and I launched into an explanation, "I just feel as if the spark and the chemistry that we had between us is simply ... gone."
She let the tears drop and said, "I agree with you Troy. Ever since the start of school, we were too busy to be seeing each other. It was nice to know you Troy. Have fun in New York. Bye."
She stood up gave me a simple hug and a kiss, and walked away. And from that moment we were ... single. It felt as if I was being freed from a shackle. I mean, we both knew that our relationship would be made up of lies if we didn't tell each other, and I didn't want that. I sat there thinking about what had happened. I just couldn't believe that she agreed with me. I was expecting the worst ... maybe even a slap? But she just calmly accepted the fact and walked off. It was confusing as ever, but I shrugged it off as the bell rang and I walked towards my locker.
"So ... How'd it go?" Sharpay asked me as I reached my locker.
"How did what go?" I questioned her, not looking in her eyes. I was really bad at lying and I knew that she knew that I knew what I was talking about.
"Troy, I know, you know what I'm talking about. The break-up "speech"." She used her fingers to do the air quotation mark.
"I'll tell you on the way." With that we walked towards the basketball court. This was just a simple work-out session seeing as that I won't be here for the rest of the year. It was also time for me to step down of my captaincy for the time I was away.
"She actually agreed with you?" Sharpay yelped, "The nerve of her ..." She muttered something that I didn't quiet catch.
"What was that?" I asked, raising my eyebrows.
"Nothing." Sharpay replied and urged me to get on with my story.
I finished my story and I noticed that Sharpay was not meeting my eyes. I was about to confront her when,
"Troy Bolton, in here now." Came my dad's stern voice.
"Coming," I yelled into the open doors and faced Sharpay.
I gently lifted her chin up and looked into her eyes. I felt an uncontrollable tingle course through my body. I shook it off, mentally.
"I know you're hiding something. And I will find out!" With that I gave her a hug and ran inside to the boys' locker room while she sat down in her usual seat when she watched me play.
As I was changing into my jersey, Chad and Jason came up to me. Chad was laughing uncontrollably and Jason was blushing.
"Troy, he owes you $50." Chad informed me in between laughs.
"For?" I asked.
"Remember at the ski lodge? Our bet?" Jason reminded me, waving a note in front of my face.
I grabbed it and shoved it in my bag. I saw Jason's sour face and burst out laughing.
"Oh and now that she hangs around with us, tell us what you think of her." Chad demanded.
"I dunno. She's a cool best friend." I replied.
"Sure, sure." Chad replied and walked off to the courts as my dad started screaming.
"What's that supposed to mean?" I asked.
"Nothing." He replied and kept walking.
Author's Note: Sorry for the long wait. Tell me what it's like and leave lots of reviews. x)