I don't know how to say this but I think I'm in love with you ..
By. simpleee.meee
Disclaimer. AII don't own it . x)
Chapter 16: Too much pressure!
Sharpay's PoV:
"All right kids! Time's up, go and sit down in your seats!" Mrs. LeYola- one of our acting coaches that we had today, yelled, trying to get our attention from the activity we were doing.
"I bet you, she's gonna talk about the yearly exam task." Nevaeh nudged me and we went to sit down in the second row.
"As most of you guessed, the yearly exams are coming up. And in order for you to continue to pursue your dreams, this yearly is a crucial one and you must pass!" Mrs. LeYola paused dramatically.
"Yes, Miss Bolton?" Mrs. LeYola pointed at Nevaeh who had her hand raised.
"Will we be doing the same thing as last year?"
"I was just coming to that, Miss Bolton. It will be like last year and the year before that and the year before that, with slight alteration. You will be making a movie, but you will also put in on a disc, make a packet for the disc and the front cover, is that understood? I have assigned the groups, putting my mind into consideration your grades from your half-yearly's exams. Is that understood? Please, take one pass it on." Mrs. LeYola handed Cadence, the girl that always sat up in the from and she passed it on.
"You did this last year?" I whispered in Nevaeh's ear.
"Yep. It was pretty exciting. We got 91 out of 100. Pretty impressive, huh?" Nevaeh replied, with pride in her voice.
"Good on you, Nev. That's awesome. I just hope that I would end up in a smart group." I nervously replied.
"Don't worry you will." Nevaeh assured me.
"Class dismissed!" Mrs. LeYola said with a dismissive hand gesture, "Oh stop! I almost forgot, will the students in their last year come and see me now, please?"
"I'll see you at lunch Sharpay. Bye." Nevaeh smiled at me and waved.
"Wait a minute; you're in your last year? But I thought you said that you were going to go to East High for your Senior year?" I asked, bewildered.
"Oh, yeah. Here the systems a bit odd because they want us to get at least a year of formal school education. So what's considered a Junior year in normal schools is our Senior year here. But that's sorta optional; my mom said that this would be my last year. But Destiny and Chris would be staying here for an extra 2 years to complete the full education here. You gets?" Nevaeh explained.
"Miss Bolton!" Mrs. LeYola called out.
"Coming!" She gave me a final wave.
I slowly got up, shoved the assessment sheet into my diary and shoved the remaining of my things into my bag and walked out. But then I wanted to know so badly who was in our group, so I swung my bag to my stomach and dished around for my diary. I flipped it open, while walking, and read the names.
'Nevaeh, Kelsi, Kathryn, Shella, John, Gershon, Marjorie, Andrew, Glenn and Michelle-Kim.' I read the names in my mind.
"Oompf!" I felt my diary, flying out of my hands and I fell on my butt, laying on the ground.
"Ow." I groaned, propping myself on my elbow.
"Are you ok, I'm so sorry! Here, let me help you up."
I took the person's hand. There were a group of guys. And the one that I bumped into was,
"Troy. What are you doing?" I asked, quickly letting go of his hands.
Where had I seen this scene before? Oh yeah, at East High, on that first day when Coach Bolton took over the maths class for Mrs. Leigh. The day that started everything. I smiled at his new basketball buddies. They smiled back and some of them even blushed. I rolled my eyes in a playful manner.
"I'm on my way to find you so that I could go maths with you?" Troy raised his eyebrows and handed me back my dropped diary.
"What are we waiting for?" I asked.
We all scattered. Troy and I walked towards the maths room. He threw me a sideway glance and I noticed. He grabbed my hand shyly and blushed. Ever since that carnival day, which was just before half-yearly's, Troy had become so sensitive and sweet around me. He was always putting me before anything else and he was just so sweet. I still liked him too, but I was still not going to give up and admit it.
"Ah, nice of you to join us, Miss Evans, Mr. Bolton." Mrs. Louie greeted as.
We sat down at the back of the room since we needed to do a lot of talking for me to completely understand the topic. Sure, I was getting better at maths, but not good enough to be getting rid of my assigned tutors.
"Attention class!" Mrs. Louie said put down her chalk.
"I have a very important announcement to make. The yearly exam's are coming up, and I want all of you people to pass, even if you came here for other reasons than to pass maths. So I want you to study all the notes we took this year and keep revising for half yearly's which is in less than a week. Please, do try your best. And the people in their last year, please come and see me after school. Is that understood?"
"Yes." We all chorused.
"Miss," a girl raised her hand, "when is our maths project due?"
"It will be due this Friday."
"This Friday?" I whispered in surprise.
"Did you finish it yet?" Troy asked me.
"Uhhh .."
"You said you did!"
"Well not really."
"But it's due in less than a week!"
"I know! Ahh, gosh. What did I do to deserve this?" I said to myself, rather dramatically.
"I'll help you. Meet me in the Library at Lunch."
"Ok. Thanks." I nodded.
It was just a total disaster today. I had so many things to study for yet so little time. I regretted spending all my time with friends hanging around and bludging. When it was lunch time, I was relieved for the break. I sat down with Nevaeh, Dante, Chris, Chad and Troy and sighed, throwing my books on the table in the cafeteria. All eyes on the table I was sitting in turned to look up at me.
"What's wrong?" Nevaeh asked me.
"Nothing." I sighed again, in frustration and got up to collect my lunch.
"Do you have any idea, what's wrong with her?" I heard Nevaeh ask Troy.
"She's stressed with the amount of work she has to catch up on." I heard Troy reply.
"Is she ok?"
"No. Did she look ok in your eyes?" Troy asked.
"Yeah, you're right. What can we do to help her?"
"I'm helping her with her maths project. It's due this Friday."
"Oh really?" Nevaeh raised her eyebrows and wriggled them.
"Stop doing that! Do you know how annoying that is?"
"Where's your lunch, Sharpay?" Nevaeh asked me.
"I dunno. I don't feel like eating." With that I pulled out my maths project.
I started to doodle on it when Mrs. Louie snuck up behind me. Dante started pointing behind me like a crazy person who's just seen a bear. I frowned at him and gave him a dirty. Then Nevaeh smiled sweetly at me and widened her eyes. Chad spluttered his milk out and Troy was just normal.
"What's wrong with all of you guys? You're acting as if you saw some ugly fag!" I exclaimed.
"Uhh, Miss Evans." Mrs. Louie tapped me on my shoulders.
"Sorry Mrs. Louie, I didn't mean to call you an ugly fag. As a matter of fact you're not, I was just guessing since they looked so scared and I didn't even think that they would be so scared to see some teacher!" I rambled.
"Ah, it's quiet ok, Miss Evans. I came here to talk about your maths project."
"Oh, yes I know! I haven't even started on it! I'm so sorry!" With that I decided to throw in a cry-act. So I concentrated hard and tears fell.
"Miss Evans, would you quit your rambling and just start to listen to me? It is about the maths project, but I'm not here to scold you for not starting your project, actually I'm glad that you didn't."
"You are?" I asked, wiping the fake tears away and staring at her with wide eyes.
"Yes I am. I know that you have difficulties with maths and I know that you are here in New York, away from your family to study acting. I came here to tell you that you won't need to the maths project like everyone else. But you will need to ace the yearly exam. Is that understood?" She asked, with a stern look in her eyes.
"No joke? Are you serious, Mrs. Louie?" I asked my mouth wide open in shock.
"No joke." She stated and smiled.
"You're the bestest teacher alive! Thank you, thank you! Thank you so much!" I squealed and reached over to give her a hug.
"Ah, it's quiet ok." She smiled and patted me on the back.
"Good day to you all." She said and made her exit.
"Did you hear that guys? I'm free of the project!" I squealed.
"Yeah, quiet amazing! Even after you called her an ugly fag." Chad snickered.
"I did not call her an ugly fag!" I defended myself happily.
"So now, concentrate on acing that maths exam. It's the first exam." Nevaeh told me.
"How about our movie?" I asked her, turning as white as a sheet of paper.
"Well, I already have an idea in my head. Michelle-Kim was in the same class as me, so we talked about it and decided on it. The others will probably be more than happy to go with our idea." Nevaeh smiled and her eyes twinkled.
I did not like the look in her eyes, she was probably thinking of another way to hook me up with Troy. I rolled my eyes at the thought. I would try and stop suspecting Nevaeh for we were working in a team.
"What is your idea?" I asked.
"Since you are in my group and everyone in our group has the right to know, I'll tell you. Wait." With that Nevaeh got her cell phone out. The same one as Ryan's only orange and called someone.
"Hello? Michelle-Kim. Come to our table, now. Sharpay wants to know our fabulous idea. I mean you, John, Gershon, Marjorie and my idea. Ok. See you in like a minute!" With that Nevaeh hung up.
"You wanted to speak to us? I tried to round them up but they were all over the place and it was hard to. But I brought Marjorie!" Michelle-Kim smiled, which showed her green braces.
"Oh yeah. Sharpay here, wants to hear our idea out!"
"Really? Sharpay you are so going to love this idea." Michelle-Kim blurted out excitedly.
"Ok then, shoot." I nervously stated, scared for myself at what she and Nevaeh and this Marjorie girl was going to bring.
"Well it's about this group of friends and they start to grow feelings for each other. But one of the friends get killed in an accident and he's girlfriend is grieved. Right? You with the story so far?" Michelle-Kim asked.
"Ye-e-es." I nodded.
"And then the dead friend's best friend had a crush on that girl for ever and he wants to go with her. He desperately tries everything. Flowers, teddy bears, outings together et. cetera to win her heart. Doesn't that sound sweet?" Marjorie asked.
"Uh, yeah. Sure!" I smiled.
"And then the girl is about to commit suicide but then the boy comes out from nowhere pushing the girl off the road and he stands there with his arms over his head, ready to take the blow. But then time freezes and they talk it over, kiss and walk off the road. They finally get together. Also with the help of their friends. So..?" Nevaeh finished.
"Hey, that's actually a great idea!" I said punching Nevaeh on the arms.
"Really, you think so? Coz, here's the first draft script." Michelle-Kim took a freshly printed and stapled paper and handed it to me.
"Oh wow, that's wonderful." I turned my eyes towards the script.
"I'll read it later. For now, I'm gonna go back to my dorm room and memorize my English facts. Ok? Toodles." I excused my self from the table, looking depressed remebering all the workload I had. I packed up my things, picked up my books and walked off.
Michelle-Kim, Marjorie and Nevaeh eyed me wearily before they got to eating their lunch. Michelle-Kim and Marjorie went back to their tables. I walked past the Lounge Room which was like a full house with a brief kitchen and toilet and walked into the girls' dorm building. I entered Nevaeh, Kelsi and my dorm room, and threw my bag to the side. I walked to the long desk, pulled out my English book from my side of the shelf and started to write them over and over again in a spare notebook. Suddenly Troy's smiling face just loomed into my mind. I couldn't help but smile. I shook my head and got back to the spare notebook. Just as I was about to write down facts, everything about Troy just kept being reminded. I sighed in frustration and try to block out the thoughts .. they were nice thoughts .. but alas, I will not admit these feelings.
"Sharpay?" Nevaeh barged into the room, calling out my name in a sing-song voice.
"Huh? What?" I snapped and looked around.
"Are you ok?" Nevaeh asked, all signs of teasing gone from her face, instead was replaced by looks of concern.
"Yes .. why?" I asked nervously.
"You're nose is bleeding."
"What? Oh. My nose." My hands flew to my nose.
I looked at my hand and there was blood. I quickly grabbed for the tissue box and took a couple out. I wiped my hands, and then my nose. I took more fresh tissues and rolled it and stuck it up my nose. This way, it wouldn't leak. I walked outside, down the hall to the girls bathroom and looked at myself in the mirror. I turned the tap on and started to rub some of the blood off. Nevaeh had followed me.
"Are you ok, Sharpay?" She asked for the second time.
"Yeah, why wouldn't I be?"
"Well you look really stressed, frustrated, bummed out .. whatever. You just don't look like yourself. I mean you were ok in the morning when we woke up, but now you're all .. a whole new different Sharpay. Is there something wrong? You can tell me. You trust me Sharpay don't you? I'm practically a sister to you. And since I'm older .. I can give you some advice." Nevaeh said with concern flowing through her voice.
"It's nothing really. And Nev, if there was something wrong, then I would trust you fully and tell you." I replied, not meeting her eyes.
"You say, nothing really. That means there is something wrong. Come on Sharpay, just spill!"
"Wait, let's go to our room and talk."
"Ok."
We took hurried steps to our room. I was taking hurried steps to our room because I just so badly wanted to tell her that I was starting to get stressed by the minute. With everything in my head. With Troy. And with school work.
"So, go on. Shoot- tell me your story." Nevaeh sat down on her bed and patted the spot next to her.
"Well .. where do I start?" I asked more to my self than Nevaeh.
"Well how is your school work?" She asked me, like a responsible grown-up, something she always lacked to show people.
"Oh, don't even ask," I started, my frustration and anger coursing through me, "I had so much to review for. I have to ace maths and I don't even know how to do the simplest of fractions or algebra! The teachers are telling us to pass the exam if we want that graduation certificate. She seemed to be talking to me. Although I'm only a transfer, temporary student .. she seemed to want me to pass. I hate the workload here!"
"It's just pressure. But any who, go on." She motioned sensing that I was holding myself back.
"Oh and the whole thing about Troy. I can't believe that I'm gonna say this, I like him. I like him so very much, that I can't resist his smiles, the way he holds my hand." I immediately stopped.
"Oh, crap!" I moaned, "Ignore that I said anything! Crap!"
I hopped off Nevaeh's bed and went to the desk to gather my stuff for the last two periods. I turned to face the door so that Nevaeh wouldn't see me. My hands moved towards the tissue stuffed up my nose and I pulled it out. I threw it in the bin near the door. Then I opened the doors and I was out. I walked out of the girls' dorm building and past the Lounge Room. I went straight to the Sick Bay, and faked to be sick. I got my pass for the day and got it approved by Principal Madison. Then I retraced my steps back into the Lounge and sat on the couch trying to focus.
'It's just pressure.' Nevaeh had said.
Someone walked into the room. But just as I was about to look up, the world around me begun to fade. Everything around me turned darker and darker, until I was pitched into complete darkness.
"Yes, it's nothing big. She just had too much pressure and it just caused her to get stressed out. I would advise that she take her workloads steadily and to just deal with her problems. At the moment she's just asleep." I heard a soft voice of a female speak up, near where I was.
"Oh thank god. So can we reassure her parents that this is nothing big?" I heard the voice of Principal Madison say.
"Yes. One hundred percent guaranteed that this is nothing big."
"Thank you Doctor Rena. Thank you."
"Just doing my job. Have a nice day."
"Oh, one more thing?"
"Yes?"
"Is she allowed to have visitors?"
"When she wakes up, yes."
I stirred a little and Principal Madison came inside. I opened my eyes, yawned and stretched. She looked at me and smiled.
"You're awake!" She exclaimed.
"Yeah, and I'm starving! How long have I been here?" I asked.
"It's six now." She replied hoping to give me some answer.
"Wow. I was here for such a long time. Practically since Lunch!" I giggled.
"That's nice dear. How are you feeling?"
"I feel fine. Just a little drowsy. Why, what happened to me?"
"You passed out. I'm not sure for how long .. but Mr. Bolton found you and we brought you to the hospital. They had a thorough check-up and you're fine." Principal Madison filled me in.
"Don't I have any visitors?" I asked.
"Oh yes, yes, yes, yes! Do you want to see them?"
"Yes please." I nodded.
"Kids, come in! You're allowed in now." Principal Madison told my visitors.
My visitors streamed in. I was impressed with the amount of people that came to see me. I smiled at everyone and listened to everyone. Our drama assessment group was there and Michelle-Kim was trying to make me laugh. I appreciated her efforts but I was hoping that I would be able to talk to someone. Someone special, in private. I got Principal Madison's attention and she immediately came to my side.
"Is it ok if I could talk to Troy Bolton in private?" I whispered.
"Ok, as long as there is no silly stuff going on. Alright?" She said in a low voice.
"Of course not! Thank you!" I gleefully said in a low voice.
I saw Principal Madison talk to Troy. Everyone was shoo-ed out. We were finally alone and I decided that I would admit it .. that I would tell him. I propped myself on the pillow and leaned back.
"Hey, Troy. I have something to tell you .." I said nervously.
Author's Note: I'm kinda in a rush . It's way past my bed time but I wanted to publish .. x) addickted ! so tell me what you think about the chapter . x)