Sharpay was still shocked by her break up with Gabby. It was the day after, and she still couldn't take it in. She loved Gabby so, so much, and she couldn't understand how they had fallen apart.

She was lonely, and she didn't know who to turn to. She couldn't go to Ryan, her brother, coz he just wouldn't understand and she never went to him for advice. It just wasn't their thing. And she couldn't go to Troy, no way. Not her parents - they didn't know she was bi, not any of her teachers, hell no, and definitely not Gabriella.

"Sharpay! Oh my gawwwsh, I think you have liceeee!!!" squealed her hair stylist, Giselle.

Sharpay was distracted from her thoughts when she heard Giselle. "Whaattt?!?!?? OMG, Giselle!! Get it OUT!" she cried.

"Hon, all I can do is to give you some dandruff shampoo. Take it at least three times a week," Giselle said and started combing Sharpay's hair. "I'll give it to you after I'm done with your hair, but it'll cost you an extra five bucks."

"Done," Sharpay said and turned back to the magazine she wasn't really reading. She didn't even know what magazine it was, and somehow, she'd managed to get to the male-seeking-male page. Sharpay flipped the page and it was the female-seeking-female page.

Sharpay raised her eyebrow and looked at each of them. One entry caught her eye. There was a picture of a beautiful brunette, who had straight her, unlike Gabriella's wavy hair. But, like Gabriella, the brunette's breasts were huge.

Hilary Smith, 20is seeking for a female partner.

Preferably blonde. She is a graduated waitress living

in Alberquerque. She does not want to go to college.

If you want to hook up, call this number:

Sharpay looked at the picture again. Hilary Smith was leaning forward, making her breasts stick out even more. Sharpay licked her lips. She was hungry for some good lesbian sex, and she hadn't done it with Gabriella for a while. And Hilary Smith was only two years older than her.

***

Gabriella was a mess without Sharpay. She was drinking almost every day and she lied to her mother, and her mom had to go make a new ID.

She was also tempted to try drugs, but she pushed that out of her mind when she watched a documentary about drugs, and found out that most drug addicts usually wind up living on the streets.

She hadn't done her homework in a week, and the mid terms were coming up the next week, and she hadn't cracked open a single text book.

"Damn it, Sharpay, please come back..." Gabriella moaned quietly. The truth was, she knew she was wrong and she really wanted Sharpay back. But she didn't have to guts to call Sharpay.

***

The weekend : Sharpay's house.

Ding - dong.

"Coming!" Sharpay cried and ran to open her mansion's huge front door, fumbling with the zipper of her pants.

"Hey heyyyy," said a deep yet seductive voice. Sharpay stopped fumbling with her zipper to look up at who was at the door. It was Hilary Smith, the girl from the magazine that she'd called when she came home from her hair appointment.

Sharpay's jaw dropped when she checked out Hilary's body. Hot hot hotter than Gabriella's. Hilary smirked and let herself in. "Sharpay Evans, right?"

"Yeahhhhaaahhh...." Sharpay said and closed the door behind her.

"Tell me: are you good?"

"At what?"

"Not at what, in what," Hilary corrected.

"Okay, in what?" Sharpay asked.

"Bed."

Sharpay gave her a mischeivous smile. "Oh yeah."

***