Chapter Eleven

Troy yawned once again as he helped paint the tops of the ships. He had been up nearly all night replaying the song that Sharpay had sung, trying to figure out what she was trying to tell him. His song had been so straight forward, he was tired of living up to his dad's expectations, but hers…he still didn't know what she was saying. It made no sense and was getting on his nerves.

He'd tried talking to Sharpay earlier that morning…but she avoided him…which just made him all the more annoyed. He was reaching his breaking point and Chad wasn't helping in the slightest. All morning, Chad had been bugging him about the sleepover; what he'd dreamed about, what he had said, what was going on. It was really starting to rub him the wrong way!

Sharpay glanced over at Troy as she painted the burial tomb; she'd been avoiding him. She knew that he'd listened to the song she'd sung; she also knew that he didn't understand it. She frowned; she'd been hoping that he would understand what she'd been trying to get across. It just proved her fears…he didn't remember…

She wasn't sure what he was supposed to remember…hell! She wasn't even sure what she remembered! She had absolutely no idea what was going on in her head or why. She felt so helpless, she couldn't talk to anyone about it either…they'd think that she was crazy. Who the hell would believe someone who had five different sets of memories and fricken voices whispering in her head?!

She'd managed to set the different 'memories' straight…or at least as much as she could. She had them in five different categories, one was Egypt because of the pyramids, one was Rome because she was pretty sure that the Romans wore togas, then there was Medieval Times since she was often dressed as a princess, also what she called prim and proper because she often saw herself dressed impeccably, and finally there was Mona Lisa Smile just because the clothes she could recall reminded her of the movie Mona Lisa Smile. She didn't know why she remembered all this stuff…but she was pretty sure that Troy was supposed to remember it too. The man that was in most of the bits she could envision reminded her of Troy

The more she thought about this, the more pissed off she got. Why the hell was she the only one to remember anything? Why her? Why just her? What the hell was she supposed to do now? She didn't even fully understand half the things she remembered, it was still just a jumble of things. How was she supposed to deal with that…alone?

She felt an arm wrap around her shoulder and looked up to see Zeke there. Despite their break up, they had managed to remain good friends. Sometimes she'd talk to Zeke about things…mostly about Troy…he knew she really did like him more than she let on, it was one of the reasons why they'd broken up. Zeke had no hard feelings about it; he'd actually told Sharpay that he'd hoped that dating her would help him catch the eye of Stacey Cumberman, one of the cheerleaders.

It had worked and, needless to say, they had broken up so Zeke could go after Stacey. Sharpay had no problem with the break up, as long as she was the one to break up with him. They school wasn't completely 'breaking free' yet, they still expected Sharpay to break it off…so she did.

She smiled softly up at him, thanking him with her eyes as he walked off to get more supplies. She looked down at the tarp-covered area she was standing on before glancing up at where Troy was. Her eyebrows furrowed in confusion when she saw him look away quickly as if he hadn't wanted to get caught staring at her. She smiled softly to herself as she went back to painting.

Troy's grip on his paintbrush tightened immensely. He had glanced up from his painting to see Zeke with his arms all over Sharpay! What was that about? Wasn't he going out with Stacey from the cheer squad? He wasn't allowed to touch Sharpay! No one was! No one but him…

He shook himself out of his thoughts. Who was he to say who was and wasn't allowed to touch Sharpay? She wasn't his girlfriend, she was her own person and perfectly capable of deciding who was allowed to touch her or not.

"Dude," he heard Chad say, coming up next to him. "What'd that brush ever do to you?"

He started to laugh as Troy looked down. He was holding the brush so tightly in his hand that his knuckles were turning white. Troy forced a laugh out, waving Chad away as he turned back to look at Sharpay. She was waving Zeke away and turning to face him…turning to face him?! Troy looked away quickly, flushing slightly as he thought that he might have been caught staring at her. He waited a few moments before looking up once again, a soft smile forming on his face when he saw Sharpay smiling as well…

All morning, and most of the afternoon, the cast and crew worked at getting the set completely finished. And all day Troy and Sharpay had been sneaking looks at each other. Troy was getting angrier and angrier each and every time he looked over at Sharpay, she was always sitting with Zeke, or laughing with Zeke, or talking with Zeke, or…well…she was always with him! And it was pissing him off! God! Zeke had a girlfriend; he shouldn't be that comfy cozy with Sharpay!

A small voice echoed in the back of his head that he had a girlfriend as well…but he ignored it, choosing rather to watch Zeke and Sharpay…and glare at Zeke…something that didn't go unnoticed by Sharpay.

Sharpay was getting really annoyed. For the past few hours, every time she looked up she saw Troy glaring at her. What was up with him? What did she do now?

She got up to go wash off her paintbrush, finally finished with her section. She had only walked a few feet down the hall when she heard the door shut behind her. She turned to see Troy stalking after her.

"Sharpay!" he shouted, rushing to catch up to her.

She shook her head, spinning to face him, "What do you want Troy?" she snapped.

"What is wrong with you?!" he snapped as well, reeling from he attitude.

"What is that supposed to mean?" she asked, placing her hands on her hips. She glanced past him to see Taylor, Chad, and Ryan laughing as they stepped out of the auditorium and made their way toward the pair.

"It's supposed to mean, what the hell are you doing with Zeke?" he asked glaring at her.

"Why do you care?" she asked, glaring right back at him. Since when did he care whom she hung out with?

"Cause you're my friend and I don't want you to get hurt," he shouted at her, attracting the confused stares of their friends.

"Right…" she said sarcastically, "If I'm your friend you wouldn't have been glaring at me all day!"

"I wasn't glaring at you!" he shouted.

"So I was just imagining it?" she asked. She rolled her eyes and continued down the hall with Troy and their friends following.

"No!" Troy shouted, trying to get her attention, "I was glaring at Zeke!"

"Why the hell would you glare at him?" she asked, spinning to face him so quickly that he walked into her. "Just cause he was talking to me?"

"He was hanging all over you!" Troy countered.

"It's called being friends Troy!" she retaliated, "I do that with all my friends. You would know if you actually took the time of day to hang out with me instead of wasting all your time with Gabriella!"

"Don't bring her into this!" Troy ordered.

"Why?" Sharpay asked, glaring at him more, "You brought Zeke into this!"

"He was already there to begin with!" Troy shouted, "He's the reason we're arguing!"

"Oh so we'll just blame this whole thing on Zeke then," Sharpay interrupted sarcastically.

"God Sharpay will you just listen to me a minute?"

"No, you're just going to go on trashing Zeke and…"

"Well then he probably deserves it!"

"Don't you dare…"

"I'll do whatever the hel…"

"Guys!" Chad shouted as the two turned to face him.

"What?!" They shouted at them.

"Speak English!" he replied.

"What?" they asked more confused and less angry.

There was silence for a moment before Taylor stepped up, "What the hell was that?"

"What?" Sharpay asked, putting her hands on her hips, "It's not the first time we've argued."

"Yeah…" Ryan started staring in shock at his sister, "But it's the first time we couldn't understand you…"

"What are you talking about?" Troy asked this time. He glanced at Sharpay still red faced from their yelling spat. Had they been yelling so much that no one could figure out what they'd been saying? Maybe they had just been yelling too fast?

"First you were all 'Quel est mauv something…' and Sharpay was like 'Pourquoi soignezelle vouy thing…' and you were all like…"

"I think they get it Chad," Taylor said cutting him off, shaking her head at her boyfriend's horrible reiterations of what their friends had said.

Troy and Sharpay's eyes widened in shock as they looked at each other. Their eyes locked and Troy could have sworn he saw a look of familiarity flash through Sharpay's eyes before she looked away. Troy looked back at his friends as Sharpay looked down at the floor beside her.

She shook her head as one of her many new memories resurfaced…

Soleil strode angrily through the house trying to ignore Treves as he stalked behind her. "What is wrong with you?!" he shouted as he stomped after her down the hallway.

"Why do you care?" she asked, not even glancing back at him.

Treves paused, trying to come up with a reason why he did care so much that she was upset. "Genevieve would be upset as well."

"Oh of course," Soleil shouted spinning about to face him as he nearly crashed into her when she stopped, "We mustn't make Genevieve upset!"

Treves sighed as Soleil spun and rushed down the stairs before following after her. "Will you just stop and speak what is on your mind?" he asked, this rushing after her was getting him angry as well.

"Not right now!" she shouted over her shoulder. Treves was the last person she wanted to talk to. He was the husband of the source of her unrest.

Treves grabbed her arm as she reached the bottom of the steps, "Then when?" He asked, for some reason he just didn't want Soleil to be angry…especially not with him, which he thought she was.

"When I am out of this house and Genevieve is out of my life!" she shouted, glaring at Treves before she pulled her arm from his grip and headed for the door.

"What did Genevieve do this time!?" He shouted, following her, he felt a need to defend his wife…even if he was sure that she didn't deserve it…Genevieve had a nasty habit for speaking before she thought.

"You want to know?!" Soleil shouted, spinning to face him once again, this time he did crash into her. Soleil took a step back, straightening out her clothing before glaring at Treves.

"Yes," he said, "I want to know what has gotten you so upset."

Soleil let out a sigh, up till then her anger had been all that kept her from crying, and she did not want Treves to see her crying. "Genevieve…she passed the music room while I was practicing…" she paused, taking a deep breath as Treves waited for her to continue, "She said that I should stop with the infernal racket…that I would not make a career out of it."

Treves' eyes widened with shock at what Soleil had said. Genevieve…how could she say such a thing? Just a few days ago she had been spouting praises to Soleil for her talents on the piano, telling Treves all about how she would get far with her nimble hands on the black and white keys. What had changed? Soleil had been with them for nearly two months now and he hardly believed that Genevieve had been annoyed with her…what could have changed so drastically?

Treves reached out, pulling Soleil into a hug when he realized she was sobbing. Soleil wrapped her arms around Treves' waist; only he could make her feel better, make her feel like everything would be fine. She smiled softly when Treves tightened his grip on her waist…

"Sharpay?" someone nudged her out of her thoughts. She looked up to see Ryan standing next to her, with everyone else staring at her. "You ok?" he asked concerned.

Sharpay was about to say that she was fine…but she'd be lying. She glanced at Troy, seeing him eyeing her oddly…before sighing. She shook her head, "I'm not feeling that well…can we go home?"

Ryan nodded, practice was almost over anyway. He said goodbye to the gang, asking them to tell Ms. Darbus for them, before walking out the door. The group started to head back into the auditorium while Troy lingered a moment longer watching as Sharpay disappeared out the door…

A/N – Next chapter…the art museum where something happens that gives Sharpay hope for Troy's memories…and the chapter after that…official Troypay! I'm not sure if I'm going to post tomorrow (X-Mas Eve! Yay!) but I'll definitely be writing.