Lily;; Oookay, fifth chapter now! Enter Marie Costelle... finally. And OMGOSH yes Troy, does make his debut appearance here -gasps- But remember this is only an IMPLIED Troypay story; it's just that Sharpay has a crush on him. It could end up any way. You won't know in Ice Princess: Girl World, but in the next ones you might... if I decide to release more. I know I'm doing the sequel of IP. I might release the title if people are interested, haha. Title... sad... yeah.
I'm also sorry for the online conversation parts of the last chapters, the smileys were all messed up, and the 'at' sign didn't show up either, ruining expressions like 'I send love AT your screenname'. Ooopsies...
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Disclaimer; I do not own High School Musical or any of their characters... Disney does. But I did make up loads of other characters and they are MINE, MINE MINE MINE MINE! ;)
Chapter 5
Meet Marie
"Hey Troy!" Sharpay squealed. The boy didn't turn around. She sucked back her annoyance and repeatedly tapped his shoulder. "Heyyy Troy!"
The brown-haired kid spun around.
"Oh hey, Sharpay," Troy Bolton said absently.
Chad Danforth giggled. "That RHYMES! DUDE, write it down!" he grinned, giving Troy a low-five.
"Hey, 'fro boy, do you mind?" Sharpay snapped, hating other people trying to edge in her conversations.
Especially conversations with TROY.
"Let's go, man," Chad chuckled to his friends. Three other basketball dweebs followed him.
Troy tried to leave too, but Sharpay placed her manicured hand on his arm. Troy realized he wasn't going to be able to leave.
"Let's walk," she suggested, flipping back her flowing hair. Guys digged that.
...she hoped.
Troy stealthily looked around, and finding no other answer, he said, "Sure."
Troy tried to keep up with Sharpay's fast trot.
I better not make her angry, Troy thought nervously, thinking of the excruciating pain in his toes if Sharpay dug her inch-high heel in it.
"How's the junior high life so far?" he joked.
"These first eight minutes really moved me," she replied with a cocky half-smile.
Troy nodded, impressed.
They passed by the bulletin board.
Wait... the bulletin board?
"OMIGOSH, fall musical!" Sharpay squealed, knocking Troy away with a sharp elbow jab to face the pinned-up neon green paper.
Troy let out a chuckle and leaned against the wall. Sharpay's heart starting beating faster, but she pretending to be completely immersed in reading the paper, and mouthing the text.
He smells great, she thought. I wouldn't want my boyfriend to smell like Stella does when she doesn't shower for a week straight.
Sharpay shuddered, remembering a disgusting moment from four years ago. Stella could be so stubborn. Was she still clique material?
"Uhhh, so, what's the musical about?" Troy twitched uncomfortably.
Sharpay wasn't even paying attention to him, yet he couldn't leave.
Ouch.
"Well, some dork called Adele Richardson composed it. It's called 'In This Magical Moment'. How CORNY." she scoffed, crossing her arms.
"Musicals aren't always great," Troy offered helpfully... or so he thought.
His reward for his genius was a glare able to pierce through metal.
"I mean- unless you're in it!" he quickly amended. "Except... then I guess all of them are great, 'cause you're in all of them." Troy stopped, lifting his gaze and opening his mouth confusedly.
Sharpay sighed, but half-smiled.
Finally, a guy other than my brother who brushes his freaking teeth, she thought. Do I smell bad? Does he think I'm too sarcastic? Do I breathe funny? Do I-
"Read the summary, Sharpay," Troy pressed.
" 'Casey Collins is diagnosed with a fatal illness, and she tries to hold on. Her best friend Matthew Keene is there to help her through her experience.' " she read out loud. "How LAME. So not original. Even my stuffed dog could think of something better," she rolled her eyes. She was suddenly struck by a genius thought. "Hopefully Casey at least has some good taste in shoes!"
Click click click click.
Sharpay recognized that sound anywhere. The sound of clicking heels.
They were sharp and loud. The wearer was near. One inch high, possibly two.
"Shaaar!" a chipmunk voice sang out.
Ehmagawd, is it possible to sound off-key with ONE SYLLABLE?
"Remember Aly, you can't call me Shar, only my friends can call me that," Sharpay smiled smugly.
"Well, don't call me Aly, 'cause only MY friends can call me that," Alyson shot back, grinning at her cleverness.
She fell for it!
"What friends?" Sharpay said innocently, taking a step closer to Alyson.
"These friends!" Alyson squeaked annoyingly, jabbing her index finger to the three girls trailing behind her.
Ashley, Karla, and Camilla nodded vigurously.
"Well anyways, I see you've lost some weight, chicken legs," Alyson shot quickly.
"I see you haven't," Sharpay smirked.
Troy let out a quick laugh, impressed. He looked at Sharpay and they both cracked up.
"Well, why are you wearing a skirt Sharpay? Your 'magazines' said they were out." Alyson retorted, patheticly attempting to gain some of her lost dignity back.
"Well, you know what, you were right," Sharpay widended her eyes, and nodded like a bobblehead. Troy chuckled from behind her. "I WAS reading a grandma 'zine. It said minis were out. You know about granny mags, judging by your outfit."
Alyson pursed her lips, as if she'd received a jug-full of lemon juice splashed on her eyes, something Sharpay had considered doing for a long time. This was almost as good to her.
"Let's go, ladies," she huffed, and walked away.
Click click click click.
Sharpay rubbed her arms as her enemy's high-heels' clicks faded.
It sucked not having everyone love you. But it was Alyson that started it, deciding she would rather top Sharpay's clique instead of staying in it.
Sharpay's way of dealing with it?
Revenge, destruction, mayhem, with a pinch more revenge.
Sharpay put her hands on her hips, and flashed a victorious smirk.
"Wow," Troy said. It was hard to see whether he was impressed or just shocked.
Sharpay gave her hair a little flip. The bell rung.
"EHMAGAWSH, the bell rung and I didn't even get to say hi to Ry-"
"Hey Sharpay!"
"Oh... hi, Ryan," Sharpay said, startled. She turned back to Troy and put a hand on his shoulder, and pasted a flirty smile on her glossy lips. "Well, nice talking to you, Troy. Thanks for taking a walk with me."
She slowly turned around, hoping the gentle toss of her blonde hair was enough to drive him crazy
"Wow," Troy grinned, walking away.
"Sharpay, do you have your school books?" Ryan asked his sister, trying to juggle holding his heavy backpack, loads of school books, notebooks, and his cell phone. "Uhh, and can you press 'Send' for me?" he said hopelessly, wiggling his left hand that held his phone.
"OHMYGOD, my school books!"
"Shar, my phone, just press-"
"I need to get my books!" Sharpay squealed, slapping her forehead. She rotated her head and saw Ryan gesturing to his silver phone.
"I got your books, just press 'Send' for m-"
"Done. Now gimme my books!"
Ryan managed to drop his backpack more or less gracefully, and handed Sharpay four heavy books. "Here. And by the way, you clicked 'Cancel'."
"Ooopsies. Tootles!"
Ryan signed as he watched his twin sister glide away.
"It took me three minutes to type that, with my THUMB!"
A walking girl stopped, and stared at him. "Oh, umm, I feel so sorry for you? Well, uhh, thanks for sharing..." she started scooting away as fast as she could, as if Ryan had just announced that he could pick his nose with his tongue.
"Fudging weird razzamatazzy people," he muttered, shaking his head, walking away.
Sharpay was still looking around for her friends. She hated carrying stupid school books. It always ruined her perfect manicures.
Sharpay dropped a book. She groaned, picked it up, and by the time she had risen again, four squealing girls were bouncing in front of her.
"Oooh, we saw you talking to Troy!" Alice shrieked, clinging to Sharpay's arm. "What did you say? What did HE say? Did he ask you out! I bet he did! OHMYGAW-"
"Is he looking at me?" Sharpay said stiffly.
"He walked away with Chad like ages ago," Jennifer offered.
Sharpay took a deep breath, and grinned.
"Ehmagawsh, he is sooo perfect. I swear. Suh-WEAR. He even smells good. And the way he breathes is like sooo sexy. And he is SO impressed by me. And-"
"Of course he is, why wouldn't he be?" Stella squeaked.
Sharpay felt flattered, but annoyed. She fluffed up her hair.
"Hel-LO. Not done speaking."
"Ohmygod I'm sorry, continue!"
"I forgot what I was going to say. Thanks, Stella," Sharpay lied.
Stella looked down, tracing little circles on the white floor with her borrowed pink and white sandals.
Sharpay felt a moment of guilt, but brushed it off. Stella was ruining her sandals, so it was even.
"ANYWAYS, ohmygawwwsh, I can't wait to get the lead in the fall musical. We finally get three musicals a year instead of one. Ryan and I should start-"
"OH, I'm sooo sorry!" squealed an over-sweet voice.
Sharpay's mouth widened to an 'o' and she glared at the little brat. She did NOT like people bumping into her.
"And who might you be?" she drawled, arching an intimidating eyebrow.
The girl flinched. "Marie. Costelle. Just... call me Marie," she said breathlessly.
"I could also call you 'rude'," Sharpay snapped.
"It was an honest mistake," Marie said, her big eyes sparkling.
Oh puh-lease. This girl reaaally knows how to piss me off.
"Just pick up my stuff you carelessly made me drop, and you're excused," Sharpay said, rolling her eyes.
Marie dropped to the floor and gathered up her and Sharpay's fallen things. Sharpay had to hold back a giggle; she loved people looking pathetic.
Sharpay felt like pulling Marie's smooth and glossy caramel-brown hair, and screeching that Sharpay Evans, the queen bee, is NOT someone you can bump into.
But she let the new girl scoot around the ground.
"Sharpay has the best taste in shoes in the whole grade," Alice blurted. "And the best wardrobe, throws the best parties, has the best hair, and gets all the hottest guys."
"Don't mess with her," Stella said. It sounded more like an offer than a declaration.
"Hot guys?" Marie perked up. She sprang to her feet.
"Oh, like, TROY BOLTON," Sharpay said casually, blowing on her nails.
"TROY BOLTON?" Marie gushed, holding her science textbook and cheetah-patterned notebook to her chest. "Ehmagawd. Are you dating him? I bet you are."
Sharpay nervously drummed her fingers against some kid's locker behind her. "Basically."
Marie's hazel eyes were round in awe.
"EHMAGAWD Sharpay we're going to be late!" Jennifer gasped, prodding Sharpay's shoulder.
"Ohmygawsh you're right," she said quickly. "Girls, let's bounce. Uhh, nice meeting you Mary."
"Marie," the new girl corrected. "Muh-ree. It's french."
"Okay, uh, that's nice." Sharpay tossed her head and took sharp steps towards her classroom.
Hum. She has clique potential, Sharpay though, impressed. And I know that if I don't recruit her, Alyson will. I have to beat Alyson. Who knows how powerful Marie might be?
And I can't afford to get the scales tipped against me.