Thank you to everybody who read the last chapter and for leading kudos. You are all fabulous.
Disclaimer: I only own the characters I create myself.
In the 10 years since I originally wrote this story, I hope that I have dramatically improved on developing original characters.
For those of you who remember the original story, I have combined chapters 4 and 5 to create a new chapter 4. Don't worry later in the story, I'm actually going to be breaking up some of the really long sections. In my old age, I try to keep chapters around 5000 words or less.
Also, please mentally recast Jimmie as the mid-2000s nonproblematic heartthrob of your choice. Preferably someone who looks like they could make it in the NBA at some point. I'm giving him the "other Darren" treatment, as you'll see later on in the story. Otherwise, the story would venture too much into "harsher in hindsight" territory. Honestly, you might as well consider "Jimmie," an original character that just happens to share the same name. Although, if I remember correctly, I misspelled it for the entire story. That is on my list of things to fix right next to developing more complex original characters.
Chapter four: Freshman Disorientation
August 18, 2008
At 5:50 AM, Sharpay woke from a comfortable sleep. She grabbed her designer shower shoes, makeup kit, and bathroom accessories, then proceeded to make her way to the girl's communal bathroom. The only way for five girls (usually six) to share a single bathroom was to create a schedule. Unfortunately, because she had the earliest classes and needed the most time getting ready in the morning, she received the 6:00 AM slot. Sharpay was positive after a few more days of waking up at 5:50 in the morning she would switch to a less time-intensive morning routine.
It was not until Sharpay return from her shower that she would realize one of her sweet mates crossed out her name on her dorm room door and put Mountain Lion on top of it. Sharpay was sure that the person who defaced her door was standing right down the hallway in nothing but a fluffy white towel and a shower cap. For a moment, Sharpay was wondering why she did not see how hot he was before.
"Sharpay, I know you enjoy looking at my body, but I really need to get dressed," Chad quipped at her.
Now she remembered, his attitude always got in the way of his beauty. He was way too cocky to be that sexy. Not that she personally found him attractive or had dreams about him involving a police uniform and handcuffs. Really, she did not think of him in that way. At least that is what she told herself as she entered her dorm room. For the sake of the rest of their suitemates, she would pick him up a bathrobe.
By 7:30 AM, she was dressed head to toe in pink. Before leaving for her first class, she grabbed an energy bar from the shelf. She may have to use a communal bathroom, but she was not eating in a cafeteria that would not prepare special meals for her. She also sent Ryan a selfie per his request.
Why did she have to have a math class at 8:00 AM in the morning? Oh yes, she knew why her participation in the U of A assist other schools program required her to spend her afternoons at East High. Only on Fridays would she not have an 8:00 AM class. On Mondays and Wednesdays, she would have English from nine to 11. On Tuesdays and Thursdays, she would have her introduction to film class in that time slot. This was the only class of this semester that is somewhat related to either of her majors. Due to her being a double major, she was required to take most of her core academic courses during the first year. She would not have a single acting class until the second semester. After an 11:00 AM lunch, her 12:00 PM chemistry class would be her last class on campus. (Except for Thursdays when she had a lab at 7 PM.) Afterward, she would drive over to East high to spend the final period working with students. Thank god, she is getting credit for this.
Truman Hall was an older building on the east part of the campus away from the dorms. The class was small. The only person she recognized was Penelope Castro, the former drama queen of West High. Sharpay lost the lead role in a local community theater production this past summer to her. The girl was dressed entirely inappropriately in a tank top that might as well be a bra and shorts that would have to be peeled off her body. Sharpay absolutely despised Penelope Castro.
"You're taking a math class?" Penelope asked, in fake shock from the back of the classroom.
"It is one of the core requirements for graduation," Sharpay answered as she sat down near the front.
"Yes, but I didn't think you were smart enough for this class. I thought an airhead actress like you would not need to concern her self with such complex things."
"In addition to majoring in the theatrical arts, I am also majoring in business. Besides, I did get a 630 on the math portion of my SATs. If I got one more question right on the math pretest, I could be in the calculus class right now. Personally, I am surprised you are not in remedial math. In academics, like everything else, East High was always superior to West High. Gabriella kicked your school's ass in the academic decathlon for the last two years." Sharpay smirked viciously.
"You remember Gabby, don't you? She's the girlfriend of the guy who turned you down all summer during the play's production," Sharpay added in the last bit about Gabriella and Troy just to make the other girl angry.
"I'm so glad you're thinking ahead. With your acting skills being what they are, you are definitely going to need a backup plan. Hopefully, your business skills are far superior to those in the performing arts." Penelope shot back in a fake sweet voice.
Thankfully the instructor walked in before Sharpay had time to snack Penelope upside the head. Going to judiciaries for beating up a fellow student before the first class of the year was not something Sharpay needed to happen. Their instructor, Miguel, was a graduate student who believed in not using last names and that Birkenstocks were appropriate footwear for classroom instruction. The man even gave them homework on the first day. She did not even have the book yet, and he was giving them homework! God, she hated her math class already. Sharpay was so angry when she left the classroom that she accidentally walked into someone leaving the room next door.
"Sharpay, you need to pay more attention," Of course she ran into Chad. Thankfully he was kind enough to pick up her things and hand them back to her.
"Chad, I am so glad we are going to be at the same school this year. I always thought you were a fabulous basketball player. I am actually going to be on the cheerleading squad. I can't wait to cheer you on this season. You were always the best." Penelope said this as she tried to grab on to Chad's arm.
"How wonderful another opportunity for you to show your inner ho to the entire school," Sharpay replied in pure ice princess mode. Thankfully Chad was actively avoiding Penelope's touch.
"Sharpay, I forgot to tell you I love your new hair color. It makes you look less stupid. If only appearance could translate into an actual increase in intelligence." Before Sharpay could react, Chad grabbed her by the arm and began to take her to the closest exit.
"I'm sorry, but I really need to get to my English class. Sharpay, what is your next class?" Chad asked.
"Freshman English 152 C: Heroes and Villains of Contemporary Literature," replied Sharpay.
"I'm going to the English building as well, Chad. Maybe I can walk you to your next class." Penelope offered, not getting the hint that Chad was so not interested in her.
"Actually, Sharpay and I have the same next class. Maybe some other time," Chad said in a way that meant he really did not want to see Penelope again.
"See you around Chad," Penelope waved as she said the words in a seductive voice.
"Oh my god, I can't believe she was hitting on you like that. She is such a ho," Sharpay said once they were outside the building.
"Considering she propositioned half of the East High basketball team last year, I will agree with you on that point. She even tried to drag poor Jimmie to the janitor's closet. He was terrified." Chad said as they continued on their way to Madison hall.
"He was barely 15 then, and she was almost 19 at the time. That is practically pedophilia. It does not surprise me, considering she tried the same thing with Troy during the play this summer. It got so bad that Gabriella joined the production to keep her away. Now she has her sights on you, and Taylor is 2000 miles away unable to protect you." Sharpay just had to throw in a fake pout for good measure.
"Oh god, no," Chad responded with a groan of irritation and annoyance.
"Are we actually in the same class, or was that an excuse to get away from her?" Sharpay asked.
"We are in the same class. However, you would know that because I told you this was the class I was taking. I thought you were taking 153 D: Feminist Perspectives on American Literature?" Chad asked.
"Yes, I was. Unfortunately, that class was full. You made this course seem so good that I just had to take it," Sharpay said in a sarcastic tone. "This was the only English class available that fit into my schedule."
Once they reached the classroom, Sharpay decided to stay with Chad in the back. It was a small class with only about 15 students; all but two were men. Unfortunately, the other female student was Sharpay's former roommate Drusilla. Their instructor Mr. Stefan Stark-Rogers (there is no way that was his birth name), was already seated in the front.
"I know most of you are taking this class because we will be reading comic books and watching various films. This curriculum will cover much more than graphic novels; we will be reading materials on war and genocide. Traditional books will also be part of the curriculum. This curriculum will examine how one society's villain is another society's hero. Also, we will cover how stereotypes influence our perception of certain groups as heroes or villains." One student raised their hand, but Mr. Stark-Rogers just glared at him.
"No, we are not covering this just because your instructor is African American. We are covering this because it is a fundamental concept you need to understand. Each of you will be writing three essays in this class, as well as two short fictional stories in addition to various other assignments this semester." Sharpay is sure at least two people in the front of the room groaned out loud.
"I know most of you were unable to pick up the books for this class this weekend because I did not get the syllabus to the bookstores on time. Because of that, we're going to have a short class today to allow you all time to pick up the books. Now we are going to take a few minutes to introduce ourselves to our classmates. Then I will pass out tonight's assignment. After that, I will pass out the book list and the syllabus for the semester. Then you are free to go. Let's begin with you two in the back," he said, pointing to Sharpay and Chad.
"My name is Chad Danforth. I am a first-year student originally from the Albuquerque area and a recent graduate of East High school. I am majoring in computer science, and I hope to design video games someday. My minor is Latino studies because I want to get more in touch with my Afro Latino heritage." Even though she knew that he was intelligent and could do more than just sink baskets, Sharpay was shocked that Chad did not mention his basketball team status. Basketball was the only thing that really defined him in high school.
"Excellent Mr. Danforth, now you young lady," the instructor said as he pointed to Sharpay.
"My name is Sharpay Evans. Yes, I'm one of those Evans. Yes, several buildings on this campus are named after members of my family. No, I cannot help with the current crackdown on underage drinking." The person in front of her groaned, and Drusilla rolled her eyes. "I am majoring in the theatrical arts and business. I do not think I will have time for a minor, but I am considering women's studies. I also graduated from East High school in Albuquerque."
"So, you two went to the same high school?" questioned the instructor.
"Yes, Sharpay was the villain of our high school," Chad responded.
"I was the villain? You and your little basketball friends infiltrated my drama department. I was just trying to protect the sanctity of the theater." Sharpay replied in irritation.
"What about when you tried to break up Gabriella and Troy, as well as, dumped your brother as you're acting partner just so you could win the Lava Springs talent show? " Chad shot back at her.
"I did not try to break them up. I just wanted an acting challenge. I've been working with Ryan for forever, and I needed to test myself." Sharpay said in her defense.
"Your comments illustrate how our perception influences how we determine the villain and the hero of a particular situation. I believe you two are going to have a different homework assignment tonight." Sharpay realized that Mr. Stark-Rogers smirking was a warning.
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"I can't believe he's making us write about our high school experiences. To explore how a person could be perceived as a hero and a villain in the exact same situation," Chad groaned as they left the classroom.
"If you didn't call me the villain of our high school, we would be doing the same assignment as everyone else instead of a special collaborative project. At least he gave us until next Monday to complete the assignment. I guess we better go get the books," Sharpay said in frustration. Like she needed extra homework.
"Do you want to go to lunch afterward? That way, we can talk about the English project, not for any other reason."
"Might as well," Sharpay said as the two began to make their way to the bookstore.
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Unlike other schools, U of A did not have its own bookstore. Instead, four different establishments sold books to the student population. Professor Stark-Rogers didn't choose any of the traditional establishments. Or maybe he did choose all four bookstores and only gave them part of the list. Chad really didn't care at this point. For the last 45 minutes, Chad and Sharpay have been running around the stores near campus, trying to find the textbooks for their English class. Why couldn't he take a standard English class like all of his peers who could pick up their books at any store on campus?
They found the grammar composition book at the first bookstore, but none of the course reading materials outside of the Nelson Mandela biography. Apparently, that was a staple of college classes in multiple departments. At the second bookstore, they found the collection of essays. As well as the textbook for the introductory to film class that both would be taking the next day. At the third bookstore, they were able to find one of the two traditional novels they would be reading and Sharpay's chemistry and pre-calculus textbooks. Yet not a single one of the required graphic novel/trade paperbacks have been found. As they walked to the fourth store, Chad was already extremely agitated. He could be texting Ryan right now instead of this scavenger hunt for textbooks.
"No wonder he gave us an extra hour and a half to pick up our books. It's been 45 minutes, and we only have a quarter of the list. Why couldn't they put the bookstores beside one another? Instead, they are at least a block away from each other. My new Jimmy Choo shoes are completely ruined." Sharpay complained as she noticed the black marks on her shoes.
"That's what you get for wearing shoes that cost more than a semester's worth of textbooks. This is the last store, Sharpay. The graphic novels have to be in there. We'll just go talk to the friendly salesperson, grab our textbooks, and go talk about the project," Chad said as they walked through the double doors of the business.
"That's fine. Although maybe we should write down our perspective of what happened before we talk about it. That way, we cannot influence the other person's perspective until we're completely certain of our own. Maybe we should choose one major event to focus on, instead of doing the entire four years." Sharpay suggested.
"You just want to do that, because if we look at the entire four years, you really would be the villain of our high school. " Chad argued back.
"Although, it would probably be easier to narrow things down a bit.
"I wasn't that bad. I'm ambitious, not evil. Some people get that confused. I blame that perspective on the Harry Potter woman." Chad scoffed at that. "I'm not some one-dimensional Disney villain who's out to get everyone. Is that all everyone saw me as in high school?" Sharpay questioned.
"You did provide a lot of evidence to support the villain perspective. During my Sophomore year, you reduced Janet Matthews to tears by humiliating her in front of the entire student body during the winter musical."
"She was sending dirty text messages to my boyfriend at the time. In retrospect, I should have just let her take him. He was a horrible boyfriend." Sharpay began to shiver a little bit at the memory.
"You scared Richard so badly he transferred to West the next year," Chad yelled back.
"I don't want to write about that incident for class." Sharpay's expression was suddenly ice cold, and she had her arms wrapped around herself as if she was freezing.
"There's too much that happened that you know nothing about. Let's just say Richard Malick really lived up to his name and leave it at that." Why did he have a feeling there was a lot to that story that he didn't know?
"What about if we focus on the winter musical of 2007 or the summer at Lava Springs?" Sharpay suggested.
"What about the senior musical?" Chad asked as a salesperson approached the two.
"Hello, can I help you with your textbook purchase?" The saleswoman asked in a nauseatingly, sweet voice.
"We are looking for the books for English 152 C taught by Mr. Stark-Rogers," Sharpay said. She handed the salesperson the syllabus and booklist.
"I don't see anything on the shelf for this class, let me check the computer." The salesperson said as she walked away.
"Analyzing the senior musical wouldn't be appropriate for this project. The worst thing I did was tell Troy that Gabriella got into the Stanford University Honors Program." Sharpay argued. "You and I both know she wasn't going unless Troy encouraged her. It was not my fault that she use the program as an excuse to run away from her problems. I'm not responsible for Little Miss perfects avoidance technique."
"You're right, Sharpay," Chad said in defeat.
"Did you just say I'm right?" Sharpay's eyes lit up as she spoke.
"What happened with Gabriella was not your fault, it was hers. We shouldn't have blamed you for her leaving. I'm sorry we took everything out on you." Chad apologized just as the salesperson came back.
"I'm sorry, we don't have any of these books in stock. We usually don't carry graphic novels, even something as classic as Watchmen, unless professors let us know ahead of time. Also, Professor Stark-Rogers usually uses the specialty bookstore Tony's Book Land. They should have the rest of the required reading list for the class," the salesperson told them apologetically.
"Why couldn't the people at the other bookstores tell us that?" Sharpay nearly yelled in annoyance and frustration.
"I know you're upset. I only know because I took this class two years ago and had to do the same hunt for textbooks." The woman replied, giving both the sympathetic smile.
"Thank you for checking," Chad said as they began to walk out of the store.
"If anybody has a right to be mad, it is me. Troy was the one who told Jimmie that I have a crush on him. Did you know that he signed up for Drama I just because I am the teaching assistant? I'm going to have to deal with a horny, almost 16-year-old chasing after me all semester because of Troy." Sharpay sighed, annoyed.
"I don't think you have to worry. You're not Jimmie's type." Chad could tell when a guy was into guys, and all the signs were there.
"I'm beautiful, I'm everyone's type," Sharpay smirked.
"You're not his. He was just trying to throw everyone else off the truth." Ryan was her brother. Sharpay should get what he's saying without him spelling it out.
"Whatever, Chad, let's just go."
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Unfortunately, Tony's Book Land did not have the complete Civil War series; Watchmen; Truth: Red, White & Black; or the Coup d'Etat trade paperbacks in stock. Apparently, Professor Stark-Rogers forgot to put his order in on time. The compilations would not arrive until next Monday. According to the syllabus, they should have half of Truth: Red, White & Black read by that point, and the essays on Tuskegee. The salesperson at that store suggested that they try a Barnes and Nobles type store or a comic book shop since the books remaining on the list could be found there. Sharpay offered to pick up the books after class by herself since she would not begin her teacher's aid duties at East High until next week.
To his surprise, Chad was actually happy Sharpay was in his English class. Even though he now had an extra assignment that would take a significant amount of time to complete. It was good to have someone who understood his past. As of right now, she would be the only familiar face he would see this semester that he could actually stand having a conversation with.
Earlier in his calculus B class, the only person he knew was Nicolas Wellington III, the former resident brain of West high. He remembered almost punching Nicolas last school year when he tried to hit on (sexually harassed) Taylor at the academic decathlon. Chad enjoyed the sight of Nicolas's face when the boy realized that the "dumb jock" from East High was just as smart as he was.
Now Chad sat in his noontime chemistry class bored to tears. Why couldn't the professor just pass out the syllabus and let them leave? Instead, the professor spent 30 minutes going over principles that Chad learned in the 11th grade. He knew no one in the class except for his former roommate, who Chad definitely did not want to talk to. Racist biphobics give him hives.
After the incredibly boring lecture, he ran to his dorm room to pick up his basketball gear and catch an hour nap before basketball practice. Unfortunately, on the way back to his room, he ran into Penelope.
"You live in Evans hall too. That is great. I live on the third floor. What floor do you live on?" A very perky Penelope said as she followed Chad to the elevators.
"The sixth floor," Chad replied to the girl, not really wanting her to know where he lived. She would probably try to break in and molest him in his sleep. Most guys would like that, Chad wasn't most guys.
"I noticed this morning that you're taking Calculus C class. I'm horrible with math, and I could really use a tutor." That was probably a lie considering Penelope was in the honors dorms. "I'm sure I can find some way to repay you." From her seductive tone, Chad with certain cash would not be involved. 'Seriously, does she not get that I'm not interested. The dumb cheerleader in distress thing was so offputting.' Chad thought to himself as she began to throw herself at him.
"I can recommend some other tutoring services. However, I'm not interested in that type of compensation. At a minimum, my girlfriend would kill me," Chad told her, trying to reject her as directly as possible. He hoped very much that she did not know his girlfriend was 2000 miles away at a completely different school.
"If I remember correctly, Troy mentioned this summer that your girlfriend was going to school out east." Great, she knew that his girlfriend was powerless to stop her advances. "Unless Taylor is no longer your girlfriend?" Penelope asked.
"I'm with someone else now." It was a complete lie, but maybe Penelope would buy it. After all, the entire Residence Life department currently believes he was dating Sharpay due to Ryan's excellent lying skills. Seconds later, when Chad saw Sharpay walk into the building, he was hit with a brilliant idea. The Residence Life department already believed he was dating Sharpay. What harm would it do to make one more person believe the same thing? It's a victimless lie.
"Actually, there's my new girlfriend now," Chad said as he pointed to Sharpay.
"You're dating Sharpay, the ice Queen of East High. A girl so frigid that her last boyfriend came to me for companionship." Chad seriously wanted to know what she meant by that. If it meant what Chad thought it meant, Zeke would be in too much pain to cook Thanksgiving dinner this year.
"Look, Penelope, I have to go change for basketball practice. Maybe I'll see you some other time." Personally, Chad hoped that time would never come.
"Why don't I walk you to your dorm room?" Penelope asked, and Chad wanted to hit his head against the wall in frustration.
"That's okay. I'm going to see Sharpay first." Chad said, hoping the mere mention of his fake girlfriend would scare the annoying girl away.
"I have a class on the other side of campus at 2 PM anyway," Penelope said as she walked out the building's front door.
Thank god she took the hint.
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Every muscle in his body felt like it was on fire as he walked out of the practice facilities. He was used to be the big man on campus. Now Chad was at the very bottom of the social ladder and the team. He was not the top player anymore. Winning two back-to-back championships in high school no longer meant anything. Almost everybody on this team had won a state championship or two.
Practically the entire team was from out of state. Chad was one of only two players on the team from New Mexico. He really didn't know anybody on the team. Michael West was the captain of the West high squad when Chad was still on the JV squad during ninth grade, but Chad never played against him. For the first time in Chad's basketball career, Troy would not be by his side, and that thought scared him considerably.
Chad was already sure that Zach Erickson might be the only team member that he's not going to hate by the end of the season. He doesn't give off a misogynistic prick energy like everyone else. They also looked a lot alike. Chad wondered almost if he could be a cousin. Charles still didn't know all of his half-siblings because grandpa got around.
He couldn't help but wonder if Sharpay was going through the same thing. This would be the first time in her life that she was without Ryan. Maybe because they are in the same boat, they were actually getting along right now. She was the only one he knew and the only person who knew her. As he spent more time with her, he was beginning to forget why he hated her in high school. Okay, maybe Ryan was right before. He and Sharpay are a lot more alike than Chad initially thought. They were definitely both kissable. (Where did that thought come from?)
As he walked into the suite, he noticed Sharpay sitting on the couch reading her chemistry book. She was wearing sweats and a T-shirt with her hair in a messy bun. A treacherous part of his brain thought that was the hottest she has ever looked. Chad doesn't like that part of his mind. That's how he ended up making out with Ryan after that baseball game and ended up wearing the wrong shirt.
"I thought I would never see Sharpay Evans studying, in sweatpants no less. It is a chemistry textbook too."
"Shut up, they're yoga pants. Also, I'm not stupid," Sharpay said as she closed the book in front of her. "If you keep saying stuff like that, I won't hand over the graphic novels I picked up for you." She said, pointing to the bag in front of her. Which oddly enough also contained a blue robe in his size.
"They had everything but Coup d'état and the Squadron Supreme series. We should get our copies in the mail before we start reading in class."
"Thank you. I'm sorry for what I said. I know you always were with me in the brain closet. I'm just shocked to see you doing it out in the open," Chad explained.
"Apology accepted, and you can have your books and your new bathrobe. For the sake of the rest of the floor, please wear it." Sharpay handed the bag to him.
"Was somebody a little flustered this morning seeing me only in a towel?"
"No. Unfortunately for you, I'm not my brother." Yet when she said that, her cheeks were slightly flushed.
"Oh, I'm sure. Really, we are just friends now."
"You know I would be okay if that wasn't true? I just want Ryan to be happy no matter what. Actually, you have more in common with my brother then Taylor or Kelsi. He actually knows who you are." Sharpay shot back. He is still a little surprised that Sharpay wasn't too upset about the kissing Ryan thing.
"You of all people should know it's easier to hide behind a mask." Because obviously you're a really good sister and I didn't realize that before. Chad thought it best not to say that part out loud. "It's easier to be what people want you to be than what you want to be."
"Maybe I'm tired of wearing it. It's exhausting trying to be who everyone thinks you should be." That was true, Chad thought to himself.
"High school is over. We don't have to be who everybody thought we were. We can be ourselves. I'm tired of playing the role of the ice Queen bitch. I seriously doubt you want to reprise your role as the moronic hyper heterosexual understudy to the big man on campus."
Chad found her words surprising mostly because Sharpay was the one saying them. However, he could hear the truth in her words. Maybe he didn't have to be who he was in high school, a closeted brain that stayed in Troy's shadow. (Perhaps he was in more than one closet, but that was neither here nor there.) Maybe he could be himself. Isn't that what college is all about?
30 minutes later, after a shower where he made excellent use of his new fluffy robe, Chad joined her on the couch with his calculus book. This year he would be himself.
A/N: Sharpay's comments about having fantasies about Chad in a police uniform were inspired by the scene during the I Want It All fantasy sequence. Sharpay disappears with Officer Chad wearing nothing but a nightgown.
2020 update: Why do all the Evans have crushes on Chad in this series? Is it a twin thing? I have so many questions.
I mentioned this much later in the original version of the story, but I am viewing almost all the musical sequences in the original three films as mostly fantasy sequences or writing projects of characters. For example, in this universe, "I don't dance" was just Chad and Ryan flirting like crazy and Ryan kissing him in the shower. So all the sexual innuendo/blatant flirting that we saw did happen, but none of the dancing or singing. However, Ryan did write the song to work through his Chad issues. It was Kim's idea. More will be explained later in the series.
One thing I'm doing differently is I'm making it more obvious upfront that Chad is demisexual with no gender preference. You could also make an argument for sapiosexuality. I don't think I knew those terms when I wrote the original version of this story. Chad doesn't quite realize that yet entirely. This is part of the reason why he is really uncomfortable with Penelope.
In contrast, we all saw "I don't dance" and know (in this universe at least) Chad was receptive to Ryan's flirting. Chad just doesn't know what that means yet. It's getting even more confusing with Chad becoming attracted to Sharpay now that he knows her better. This makes perfect sense for a college freshman.
Also, I'm bringing in Zach earlier. If this is your first time through, you'll understand why later on in the series. I promise he will be more fleshed out this time around. I'm also planning a different ending. In my head, he is also played by Corbin Bleu. As I stayed last time, if I'm going to do a rewrite, I'm going to do a rewrite.