Lily;; Sixth chapter up! The title is pretty much nonsense, but I couldn't really find anything else xD
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Chapter 6
How To Date A Gold-Digger
"That top goes sooo great with that skirt!"
"Ehmagawd, Shar, you are like sooo fashionable, well, like DUH!"
"It even matches your NAILS!"
Sharpay pretended to ignore her friends' comments, keeping her sour look pasted on her face.
"Does this top makes me too skinny?" she examined her profile.
"Yes," Alice pouted.
"If it's a good thing, yes," Isabella offered.
"You look PERFECT, as usual!" Stella gushed with the pride of a mother letting her first child go alone to their first day of school.
Jennifer was STILL quiet.
"OhmyGAWD, huh-LO, earth to JENNY," Sharpay snapped. "We'd like you back on this planet please."
Jennifer looked up. Her eyes were glazed over.
Sharpay gasped. She immediately knew what was going on.
"Ehmagawd, A GUY ASKED HER OUT," Sharpay shrieked, jabbing an accusatory finger towards Jennifer.
"How did you know?!" Jennifer blurted quickly, nervously twirling one of her cranberry red highlights.
"I know these things," Sharpay answered, adding a wink to lighten the shock, more to herself than her friends. "Spill! WHO WHAT WHEN WHERE WHY HOW!"
Jennifer flinched, looking disgruntled. "Uhhh," she said, trying to find an answer worthy of telling Sharpay. "Umm, okay," she took a deep breath, grinned, and switched into crazy-girly-destruction mode. "He was all like 'Let's go see a movie Friday night!' and then I was all like 'But doesn't Sharpay have dance classes on Friday?', and then, he was all like 'No I meant only you,' and I was just like 'SURE!', and then, well... TAH-DAH!" she squeaked in one breath.
"So..." Sharpay pressed, arching an eyebrow.
"So I'm distracted," she gushed, her cheeks flushed.
Alice's eyes were as round as Sharpay's circular lip gloss containers. "But wait... who is 'he'?"
"WHO?" Isabella bellowed, realizing that in her moment of happiness and bouncing on her toes, she didn't even know who had even asked out her friend.
Jennifer hesitated. She looked down at her sandals.
"Your fabulous shoes aren't going to answer for you, you know," Sharpay snapped.
Jenny sighed, not taking her eyes off the ground. "Enn-evs," she mumbled.
"What. The. HELL?" Sharpay squinted. "I wouldn't date a guy called Ennevs."
"Nooo! Ry-an Ev-ans," she articulated with exaggerated slowness.
Sharpay raised her index finger to the sky, immersed in deep thought.
What in the fudgesicles of last season's cargo pants... How could Ryan ask out Jenny?? WITHOUT TELLING ME, or asking my PERMISSION! I thought we were close... AND he told me he thought Isabella was the hottest!
Why the hell is he going along with his life... without ME?
"Umm, Sharpay," Stella mumbled, staring at the direction that Sharpay was pointing at. "We've noticed the chandelier already, thanks..."
Sharpay glanced up and saw the tacky plastic pink chandelier. She stared at Stella like the girl was made out of earwax dipped in smelly cheese and sprinkled with snot. With a DIET COLA on the side.
EWW.
"Hel-LO, that was NOT a 'look at this' finger point, that was a 'Sharpay is thinking and using her brain not that Stella would know about having a brain' finger point."
Stella stood there, trying to absorb the information while hiding her hurt.
"EHMA-GAWD," Isabella yelled with fake enthusiasm at Jennifer. "NO!"
"Yes!" Jennifer squealed back. She had already taken note of the fake emotion Isabella showed. It's one of the things that you learn when you're in girl world.
"No," Isabella pressed with a big smile.
"Yes!" Jennifer repeated.
They started bouncing on their toes.
Sharpay saw a gleam in Isabella's eyes. The 'I want revenge' gleam. Sharpay had quite a bit of experience with that feeling.
"Jenny, you got lucky with a guy," Sharpay said coldly. "WOW. Oooh, shiny. Amazing. Well, it's not like it's usual with you, being asked out."
But Sharpay knew that Jennifer got more guys than her.
Usually, when new guys (hot or not) came to Sharpay's school, they fell for the exotic beauties first; Jennifer Choo and Isabella Castillo. Eventually they fell for the typical blonde girl. Sharpay hated when other people got their way, even her best friends.
"I got lucky too, if you can even call it lucky," Isabella flipped back her long black hair. "Jason Cross asked me out. I turned him down. Still counts, though!"
Sharpay felt like pulling on Isabella's pink-beaded choker necklace around her pretty little neck. There was a reason why 'choker' sounded like 'choke her'. Why didn't Troy ask her out today?
"Hello, we're here for shaw-pping. Not gaw-king." Sharpay sneered, tapping her heeled-foot on the floor.
"I got asked out too!" Stella blurted, caught up in the happy 'I've-Been-Asked-Out' moment, a moment that Sharpay couldn't share.
"NO!" Alice grinned.
"YES! Ethan," she squealed.
"The short guy?" Sharpay drawled. "I hear he picks his nose when no one's looking, and WIPES IT on the back of his PANTS." she improvised, glaring at Alice.
Alice wasn't stupid enough to mess this up for Sharpay. She knew the consequences. "Ehmagod it's true!! Karla told me who told Jess who told Casey and it spread through school like THAT." Alice snapped her fingers. Then she looked down at her hand. "Dammit. Broke a nail."
Isabella stopped bouncing. "Oooh, sorry Stella... they're actually right! When I opened my compact to see how GORGEOUS my hair was, I saw him in the back of the room. DIGGIN' for some GOLD."
Stella reddened and stuck out her tongue in disgust. "Ehmagosh, I should dump him."
"You agreed to go out with him in the first place? Eurgh. Yes you SHOULD dump him!" Sharpay nodded like a demented bobblehead. "Unless you wanna date a... gold-digger," Sharpay winked and let out a loud giggle. The rest of the girls managed a 'heh' as well.
Sharpay turned her attention back to admiring herself.
"White skirts make me look sooo pale," she pouted.
"Ryan was wearing a white shirt when he asked me out," Jennifer blurted.
Sharpay groaned and trotted back to the miniskirt corner, leaving her friends in a middle of another giggle-fest.
Ehmagod. Make mental note of getting my friends to be less psycho.
"Honey, that is WAY too scandalous to be wearing," sneered a woman's voice. "Take it off."
Sharpay's eyes darted around, searching for the source of the voice. She loved watching a good showdown.
"But MOOOM! A cool girl at
was wearing something like this!"
"Well you're no 'cool girl', take it OFF, Marie. C'est impossible avec toi."
Marie's eyes widened, then she looked down and pouted.
"Laisse tomber. I don't know why I even bother. Buy your crap and meet me in the food court in half an hour."
The woman with poofy blonde hair and a red beret strut out of the store.
She didn't even have a french accent when she talked, Sharpay thought. Talk about fake French mommy who thinks she's still a teenager.
Marie Costelle blinked at the miniskirts.
"I want one," she whined to herself. "I wanna be sexy!"
Sharpay tip-toed over to Marie. She had personally never had a moment where she WANTED to look good.
Let's see if Marie can handle me messing with her mind. A great first initiation test.
Sharpay grabbed a tube of lip gloss out of her purse, and literally threw it on the ground.
Marie spun around.
"Ohmygod, lemme get that for you," Marie said kindly. She did a double-take. "Oh! Heyyy Sharpayyy!"
Sharpay raised her eyebrows. Her eyes darted between the exited new girl and her fallen lip gloss.
"Oh," Marie said. She quickly bent down and picked up the clear tube, placing it on Sharpay's open palm.
Sharpay sighed. "Oh, you. Uh, thanks, Mary."
"It's- nervermind. What's up?"
One point off because she didn't correct me. I'd never let anyone mispronounce my name... let alone TWICE.
Sharpay looked up, exhaling through her nose. "Blue paint on a cracked ceiling is what's currently up. If your IQ surpasses a bottle of water's, you'd know that."
Marie flinched.
I should've expected this from Sharpay, she thought. Play it confident.
"Oh, I guess that would be a logical answer," she winked.
Wait... would sucking up work too?
"Only someone like you would've thought of something that witty," she gushed.
"Duh," Sharpay said dully.
...okayyy, switching gears then.
"Isn't this skirt sexy?" Marie grinned, examining her profile in a full-length mirror.
"Your mommy didn't seem to think so," Sharpay smirked.
Marie blushed.
Minus at least like two points, Sharpay thought. Never show signs of weakness like that!
"What are you doing here anyways?"
"Looking at nice skirts, escaping my friends, the usual," Sharpay rolled her eyes, leaning on a rack of denim skirts. "They are OBSESSED with Ryan."
"Oh, yeah, it's so annoying when friends go CRAZY," Marie agreed, tossing in a professional hair flip.
"How would you know?"
"Huh?"
"Do you even HAVE any friends?"
"At my old school," Marie kept her gaze steady on Sharpay's.
"That doesn't count," Sharpay said, hating the whiny-ness in her voice. Old friends from old schools? That was the closest Marie could find?
Minus eighty-three points!! And an extra 2 for making me look bad.
"At least I have a boyfriend at my new school," Marie smirked. "Were you asked out today too?"
Ehmagod, is everyone being asked out but me?
"As if I'd tell a new girl," Sharpay placed her hands on her hips. "Wow, you must be desperate to get a 'boyfriend' on the FIRST DAY of junior high."
"Don't call Troy desperate," Marie sneered. She immediately replaced it with a huge, kind smile. "He was one of the MANY guys that asked me out. Ehmagod, I thought he liked you, but I guess I was wrong."
Sharpay felt her body stiffen. Her sweaty hands dropped from her hips.
"He does, but I dropped him many hints that I didn't like him back. I guess the message that I don't like that loser finally sank in."
"Oh, so you think this is like a re-bound thing?" Marie said with a cocky half-smile.
Sharpay felt her arms tremble. She itched to slap the sly smile off the new girl's face. "No, he's just following his standards: go for the lowest. He does that when he can't get the highest."
"Funny," Marie nodded. "I wouldn't consider myself lowest. I mean, I've been in two TV commercials, I've recorded a duet song with a celebrity, and I've starred in many school musicals." Marie blew her nails. "Oh! It's not like you would know about those, sorry!"
"As a matter of fact," Sharpay fumed. "I've guest-starred in a TV show. I won two acting competitions, two singing ones, and one dance challenge. The prize money was pretty awesome."
Marie gasped and forgot about her 'superior' act. "Ohmygod, what show? What SHOW?"
Sharpay's hands went back on her waist. "I bet you wouldn't know the show, because it IS the coolest show like EVER."
"WHAT SHOW?!"
"It was Refusing And Re-Using, the hot drama series."
"Ohmygod! Suh-WEET! What did you play?!"
"I played a dead rock," Sharpay snapped. "You mean WHO did I play. It was just one episode, I was one of the girls who were playing jump rope and I told the character Tommy that Mandy was the one who robbed the bank."
"OHMYGOD that was like the bestestest episode ever!" Marie squealed.
"I know," Sharpay said, sounding bored. "I think my friends are calmer now. I'll go. Uh, bye."
"Oh," Marie said, glancing over at Sharpay's gang.
Jennifer was pointing out all of the white shirts in the store with a goofy grin on her face, Alice and Stella were trying on beaded skirts, and Isabella was spinning around and laughing.
Sharpay turned back to Marie, disgruntled. "Uhh, sooo, that skirt looks ugly on you," she offered.
"Coming from someone with chicken legs, that doesn't mean much," Marie whispered under her breath.
Ehmagod, she's reminding me of Alyson! Guh-ross!
"Coming from someone with linguine arms, that doesn't mean much," Sharpay shot back.
Silence.
"Why are your friends so happy right now? 'Specially that one," Marie said, pointing at Jennifer with her thumb.
"Jenny got asked out by her life-long crush, no biggie," Sharpay replied sourly.
"Wow, and I only got asked out by two of my day-long crush," Marie said, her voice layered in fake awe directed at Jennifer.
"Wow, how stimulating," Sharpay drawled. She knew that Marie would rub it in that Troy asked her out.
"Yeah," Marie gushed. "And he's a super-hottie! I turned him down though. I felt he was aiming a bit too high to actually ask me out."
"You turned down Troy?" Sharpay tried to hide her extreme happiness.
"Well, yeah, but he's not who I was talking about," Marie rushed on, thinking fast.
"Who the hell then?" Sharpay sighed. Realizing she was showing interest, she quickly added, "My friends are waiting for me, I'll just be go-"
"Ryan Evans," Marie said.
Sharpay did a double take. "Say what? He's not g- I mean, he's already dating someone."
"Well, he asked me out," Marie said proudly. "I didn't accept though, chillax."
Sharpay's eyes darted from Jennifer to smiling Marie.
"But he's going out with Jennifer," Sharpay insisted stubbornly.
"Well, all I know is, Ryan Evans asked me out!" Marie giggled.
Jennifer laughed loudly. Sharpay's head snapped back towards her.
Someone's not telling the truth. I know it's Marie. I know it.
But what if Ryan really wasn't completely dedicated to Jenny yet?
Lily;; Well, this is where it ends off for now because I didn't want to make it too long. Continues next chapter! More reviews faster the chapter will come, so tell your friends to read and review as well!
French translations;
C'est impossible avec toi - It's impossible with you
Laisse tomber - Give up (in the sense of 'I give up')
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