Chapter Two

A/N – Little scenes in Italics are flashbacks/memories. I'm not sure if they will appear in this chapter or not, this is basically just the start of their pasts surfacing. Later chapters will become more intense with Troy and Sharpay actually slipping into their past selves. Enjoy!

Sharpay Evans was awoken from her slumber by the annoying ringing of her alarm clock. She groaned, rolling over to shut it off but was met only with air. She sat up in bed, staring at her bed side table, wondering where her alarm had gone…She looked across her room and rolled her eyes at herself.

'Of course,' she thought to herself getting out of her nice warm bed. She had put the alarm across the room so she couldn't hit the snooze button anymore. She had a bad habit of accidentally shutting off her alarm in her sleepy quest for the snooze button. She hated rushing around in the mornings trying to get ready for school.

She yawned as she walked towards her closet, shutting off her alarm as she passed it. She threw open the doors to her small walk in closet, going in and looking through her designer outfits and custom made shoes. She sighed as she flipped past various cute shirts and gorgeous skirts…she couldn't decide what to wear.

She paused, that was something new…usually she always walked into her closet with an outfit in mind. She and Ryan had always dressed alike, similar colors and all…they'd done it since they were young and had just gotten into the habit. Her brows furrowed in thought, what colors were they supposed to wear today? She had never forgotten before…

She shook her head after a few moments before storming out of her room and over to Ryan's, maybe they hadn't picked colors yet…that would explain why she couldn't remember them. She knocked on his door, waiting only a second before throwing the door open. Just as she had expected, Ryan was still passed out in the bed. He always waited till the last minute to get ready.

She bit back a laugh at Ryan's appearance, he was sprawled out on his stomach, head where his feet should be, navy blue sheets practically falling off the bed, his mouth open with a small bit of drool dripping from it as he snored lightly. She shook her head, walking up to her brother and shaking him slightly, just enough to wake him.

"Huh…whah…" Ryan muttered as he lifted his head, wiping the drool off with is hand as he turned his head to see Sharpay kneeling by his bed. "Shar?" he asked, squinting through the sleep still in his eyes, "Whah are you doin in ma cheese cake factory?" he continued, quite obviously still asleep.

Sharpay did laugh this time, "I need to know what the colors for today's shipment are," she said playing along.

"Oh…" he said, nodding his head slowly. "I's…uh…prown…" he managed to get out before letting his head fall back onto his bed and back asleep.

Sharpay shook her head once more before heading back to her own room and into her closet. She headed over to her brown section, she was slightly OC when it came to her clothes…everything was color coordinated. She looked all her brown clothes up and down, sifting past all her sparkly tops and pants, all the feathers and fur, till she finally stopped on a simple brown skirt.

For some reason it stood out to her as she looked at it. Her mother had gotten it for her a few years ago, and Sharpay had rarely ever worn it…it was just to plain…but now…she felt like wearing it. Maybe she just wanted to give sparkles a break? She didn't know, but she pulled the skirt out nonetheless, getting a better look at it. It probably went down to he knees and would flow around her slightly; it had sort of a velvety jean look to it with ripples making up the texture. She smiled, she definitely would wear that skirt today…maybe see what kind of a rise she could get out of everyone in school. She went back to her pink section, the largest one of the bunch, looking through it for a good shirt to wear with the skirt. It was pretty cold out still, winter break had just ended. She pulled out a long sleeved button up sweater with a small snowflake embroidered in the pocket area. Perfect!

She got changed quickly, going over to her mirror to apply her make up before breakfast but stopped. She looked at her reflection…something looked different…something…but she couldn't place it. She shrugged it off pulling her makeup out of her purse and starting. When she finished she gave her reflection a questioning look, she hadn't used nearly as much make up as she normally did. It was just a light layer, really just some eye shadow and lip gloss to make her features stand out.

"Hmmm…" she muttered to herself, but she didn't think too long on it, she had to go work on waking Ryan up…a task which took at least ten minutes if done correctly…

Ryan and Sharpay Evans walked through the doors of East High, the halls were mostly empty as the majority of students were out side, catching up with friends, trying to make the break last as long as it could. Sharpay walked straight to her pink locker, spinning the combination with ease. Ryan huffed next to her, opening his locker as well. Sharpay shook her head, "Ryan stop being such a Drama King."

Ryan glared at her around his locker, "You woke me up early!"

"It was four minutes!" Sharpay threw back, laughing. Her brother gotta love him…but god forbid you wake him up even a second earlier than 7:50 and he'd bite your head off.

Ryan shook his head, ducking back behind his locker to hide the grin that Sharpay had gotten out of him. He straightened out his hat, a dark chocolate brown pimp hat with a think red ribbon wound around it. His red dress shirt was in perfect condition, not a wrinkle in place, as were his brown cargo pants. What could he say, he liked looking nice, it made him feel more…sophistical? No, sophisticated! That was it!

Sharpay got her books for the first few periods, checking her appearance quickly before shutting her locker and walking to the main doors of the school. She was about to go out and see if she could find Gabriella and Taylor, the three of them had become good friends since musical a year before, but then she saw the school bus pull up and she knew there would be no finding anyone soon.

Her thoughts were correct as soon as Troy Bolton stepped out of the bus. The crowd, nearly every student that was outside, surged towards him. Sharpay watched this happen rolling her eyes as she saw a few students shake his hand. 'Here comes the senator, surrounded by reporters as usual…why won't they leave him alon…' She looked away from the view before her, cutting off her thoughts. Where had that come from? Troy? A senator? 'Puh-lease,' she thought to herself, 'He barely managed to lead the team to the championships, like he'd be able to help lead the country…"

But still, she glanced back up as Troy led the group towards the school, where had that thought come from? She was so deep in thought that she jumped when she felt a hand on her shoulder. She looked up to see Ryan standing next to her, "You ok?" he asked noticing her jump.

Sharpay's gaze landed on Troy, walking past her with the basketball team in tow. She followed him with her eyes as he headed down the hall, tearing them away when he was out of sight a moment later. She turned back to Ryan and smiled, "Of course!" she said happily before walking off…

Troy had had one weird day…That morning he had gotten up before his alarm, a very rare occurrence, and wasn't even tired, a rarer occurrence. He walked over to his computer chair, moving the clothes he had laid out the night before…yes he laid out his clothes. You would too if you had a habit of getting up with only five minutes to go before having to get to school! Anyway, he had sat at his computer and, instead of going on AIM like he'd do whenever he had time, he went online? That wouldn't have been as weird as it sounded if he hadn't gone to the new york times website. It would have been fine, just a little weird had he been looking up the sports section…but he hadn't…he'd actually read the news…

After about fifteen minutes his alarm went off. He'd gotten up to shut it off and turned back to his computer, realizing just then that he had been reading the news. He threw an odd glance at his computer before shutting off the screen and walking to his closet. He pulled the door open and looked at his clothes. His gaze had drifted to the sweatpants and t-shirt he'd laid out, but he turned back to his closet.

For some reason he hadn't felt like wearing those clothes and looking like a slob. He pulled out a nice pair of dark blue jeans and a blue button up shirt. It reminded him later, when he looked in the mirror, of the outfit he had worn when he'd met Gabriella. He looked down at his choice of clothing…maybe that was why he felt like dressing so neatly? Was he excited to see Gabriella? They had been dating for a few months, since the summer, and he didn't really feel like he had to dress up to impress her. But he shrugged it off and headed to the bathroom to brush his teeth.

He'd finished and glanced up at his reflection, grimacing at the sight before him. His hair was a mess! He opened one of the drawers and pulled out a comb. He'd parted his hair and was in the process of combing it neatly to the side when he realized what he was doing. He stopped mid motion and looked closely at himself in the mirror. Since when had he felt the need to part his hair? His mother had always tried to get him to do that for picture day, but he'd never actually wanted to do if for himself.

He shook his head, putting the comb back and running his fingers through is hair to get rid of the part and back to its natural state. He looked back in the mirror; still feeling like his hair looked a mess but refused to comb it.

He'd gotten to school; a crowd awaited him, much larger than the one that had last year. He smiled; he was comfortable surrounded by people. He shook some hands, did some hand shakes, bounced the basketball Chad had tossed him and led his team through the school. What could he say; he was the B-ball king, a natural born leader!

He'd been surrounded by the crowd for the rest of the day, in the halls, at lunch; during free period…He was surprised he was able to get to his locker with the amount of people following him. The crowd had lessened however after the final bell rang, he may be popular, but he wasn't popular enough to make people stay in school longer than they had to.

He'd been hanging by the main doors with Chad and the guys, just tossing the ball back and forth before practice started. They'd been laughing about all the things they'd done during the break. A bell rang again, signifying that it was 3 and teacher were allowed to leave, which also meant that it was time for the team to head to the gym to get ready for the practice that started in fifteen minutes.

They had just turned and started down the hall when Sharpay and Ryan made their way down the hall. Sharpay had her head up as she walked, eyes daring anyone to get in her way while Ryan talked on his cell. She reached the basketball team and continued walking as the parted for her, leaving her to smirk as she passed.

Troy's gaze had landed on hers as soon as she had reached the team and continued to follow her as she walked past them. He smiled softly to himself as the team parted for her, not wanting to touch her. 'Good,' he thought to himself, 'They should not touch her, she is too…'

His thoughts were ended suddenly as the team pushed past him since he hadn't moved. He looked around seeing the team walk past him. He looked out the main doors, seeing Sharpay and Ryan walking off before turning around and walking off. His thoughts returned to what he had just been thinking about…why didn't people want to touch Sharpay?

He knew people thought they shouldn't touch her for fear that they would 'turn to ice' also, but something about that didn't seem right to Troy. Whenever Troy saw her, Sharpay always gave off the vibe that she shouldn't be touched…not that she was untouchable…but that no one was supposed to touch her…'I wonder why…' Troy started to think when shouting caught his attention.

"Troy!" Chad called a little ways down the hall. "You coming?!"

Troy looked around once more, realizing that he had stopped walking in thought. He looked up, seeing Chad waiting for him by the boy's locker room entrance. He jogged down the hall, shrugging off any last lingering thoughts.

"Where was your head just now man?" Chad asked as Troy entered the room. He gave Troy a smirk, "Thinking about a certain brunette we know?" Chad had finally gotten over his issues with Gabriella and the whole Academic squad. They weren't that bad when you got to know them…not to mention he'd been dating one of them for nearly a year now…

"Nowhere," Troy replied, "My head's in the game." He said, trying not to admit to himself that he'd been thinking about a blonde instead of a brunette.

A/N – So I finally finished outlining pretty much the entire story, it sounds sooo cool, I can't wait to write it. I've finished most of my finals, I just have one more this Saturday then I get a month off from school, so I'll probably be writing non stop for a month.

Oh Yeah, My friend recently published a book. If anyone is interested in reading greek/roman myths in poem form, check out iuniverse(dot)com, Poems fit for an Emperor on under their bookstore. She gave me a copy; it's really good, really funny and accurate too. Check it out :)