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Chapter Two: Roommates!

Sharpay was slowly pacing behind Troy, taking her precious time. She knew Troy couldn't leave her, it was her responsibility to show her around. If he lost her, he would be in deep trouble. But, Sharpay couldn't manage to keep up with him even if she tired. The school walls was plastered with all kinds of interesting posters. Everything caught her eyes but only one made her stop dead in her tracks.

"Fall Musicale auditions," she read to herself. She turned her head, seeing Troy still walking. He didn't even notice she wasn't following him. "Hey Bolton!" she called out.

He stopped and turned around finally noticing that she was far behind. "Yeah?"

Can we hurry this up? I want to try and at least get some practice. If she keeps this up we'll be there by Christmas. And why is she so interested in 'Art' stuff? She should be more interested in basketball.

"What's this musical?" she asked. "Do you know what musical they are doing?

Troy walked back, retracing his steps. "Well, Ms. Darbus head of the Art department and my English teacher, said that they were doing some sort of play one of her grade nine students wrote..."

Sharpay rolled her brown eyes. Troy was so helpful. She wanted the plot of the musical. Not that. "Do you know what the plot is about then?"

Troy shook his head. "If I knew, I would have told you. Come on, Evans, we have to go now..." He grabbed her hand and pulled her away. "You can ask Ms. Darbus later..."

With her right hand still in his grasp, she looked at the paper in her left hand. "Ms. Darbus," she said while looking for the name, hoping it was on her schedule. There is was last period. "Great, I have her for last period..."

Suddenly she bumped into Troy when he abruptly stopped in his tracks. "Last period?" He looked over at her, horrified.

Damn! I have English class with her. First basketball and now English, what's next? I need to see her schedule. I hope I do not have any more classes with her. Please...

She shrugged and handed him the yellow sheet. His blue eyes widened as he swallowed hard. "You're," gulp, "In all my classes..."

What!? What!? WHAT!? No! No! NO! This can't be right! Not at all! I cannot have all my classes with him... I'm going to sue the person who made me this idiotic schedule. Wait, that means I have classes with him and his goody-goody girl friend, what's-her-face.

She smacked herself on the forehead. "Great," she told him sarcastically. She pried the sheet out of his hands and crumpled it. She never wanted to see that stupid schedule again. On the other hand, she need to know it, so she un-crumpled and carefully put it in her pocket. "Take me to my dorm..."

His face dropped. Again he was being ordered by someone he just met. Sharpay was unbelievable. Doesn't she know first impressions are important. Then again, he didn't give a good impression either. "Fine," he grunted.

Making their way back on track, the two walked side by side except they were three meters away from each other. It was like they had some sort of contagious disease. When they came contact with the doors of the Winter Musicale dorms, a squealing girl ran up to them. Troy didn't even have a chance to open the doors.

"Troooy!" she squealed, jumping onto her boy friend's back. "How are you?" she asked, snuggling up to him.

Before replying, a voice echoed through the hallway Gabriella came from. "Gabby!" the voice scowled. Soon, the voice neared them and a female figure appeared behind them. "Stop it!"

Gabriella smiled and slid off his back. "Oh, Taylor you can be such a grand mother..."

Troy chuckled and Sharpay smiled at herself. It was true. Her attitude and the way she dressed was exactly like Sharpay's grand mother. But, she didn't even know her yet, so she can't judge her. However, since Gabby and her seemed close, Sharpay knew she was like a grand mother.

Taylor sent Troy a glare for him to shut up. He did immediately. He didn't want Taylor mad at him. That was a bad idea. Taylor mad was something to be feared. She was capable of anything. As Troy's chuckling diminished, so did her evil glare when she saw the familiar blonde.

"Sharpay?" Taylor asked, looking closer at her face. She wanted to know if it was indeed Sharpay, the daughter of her dad's best friend. "Is that you?"

Sharpay eyed her strangely.

Do I know this girl? She seems familiar. Like Taylor Mckessie, but Taylor didn't dress like her. She does look exactly like her.

"Yes, do I know you?"

Taylor jumped up and spun Sharpay around, holding onto her hands, "It's me, Taylor!"

Her mouth fell open in shock. That was Taylor. Her good friend Taylor who had an amazing fashion sense! She sure changed, a lot. This was not the Taylor she met three years ago.

Sharpay couldn't speak, she was at a loss for words. She knew Taylor went to some rich school but she didn't know it was East High. "W-wow," was the only thing she could say. All the words she's learned since she was young to where she is now just disappeared.

"What are you doing here?" Taylor wondered.

Troy, knowing Sharpay's loss for words, decided to speak on her behalf. "She's on a basketball scholarship..."

Those five words echoed through Taylor's mind. The Sharpay she knew didn't know how to play basketball. "C-can you repeat that?"

"She's on a basketball scholarship..." Troy repeated in a more louder and clearer voice.

Taylor would have burst out laughing if Sharpay hadn't sent her a look. "Oh... I see," was what all she could say. Laughing was her first choice. Talking was her last. Then again, she only had two choices. "She's a really good... player..."

Sharpay would have slapped Taylor for saying that. No, she wasn't a good player. She was only good at singing and acting! Now, she would have to live up to what Taylor said about her.

She's supposed to be smart! Great, now Bolton thinks I'm a great player. I'm sure when they see me play, they'll find out I suck! Stupid scholarship! Couldn't they have a drama scholarship? Stupid school! Stupid Taylor!

"Really?" Gabriella asked, impressed. "That's so cool. I'm not good at basketball. You must really be good to get on scholarship especially on a boys' team! Impressive!

Sharpay would feel flattered if those things weren't true. Well, except getting on scholarship. The 'really good' part wasn't true. It was a big fat lie! "Thanks," she muttered under her breath. It was still a compliment even though it wasn't true on her behalf.

Gabriella giggled. "I forgot to introduce myself, I'm Gabriella Montez..."

"I know, Bol- I mean, Troy told me about you..."

The brunette blushed. "Aww, Troy..."

Taylor rolled her eyes. "Come on, we have to get back to the team..." she pulled the girl away before she would get all mushy. "Bye Troy, bye Sharpay!"

Gabriella waved and a blew a kiss to the basketball king. "See you later Troy! It was really nice meeting you Sharpay!"

The two waved in unison. Their hands going in the same direction.

That Gabriella girl is so annoying. She's extremely clingy and a goody-goody. Why is Taylor friends with her? She said she hated those kind of girls before! Now she turned into those kind of girls.

When the hallway once again empty, besides the two people standing there, Troy pushed opened the door. Something he shouldn't have done because some girl was in the middle of a performance. He completely forgot that before entering the Winter Musicale dorms, you had to enter through the auditorium.

Princess Alexandra

You gotta learn to be sweet

You gotta learn to think on your feet

You gotta learn to love your brother

You gotta learn to act like your mother

Most importantly...

You have to be...

Nice!

"Brava!" Ms. Darbus clapped her heart out. The performance was absolutely amazing. It completely blew her mind. Such huge talent in a ninth grader. "Nicole, that was amazing! Encore!"

When the clapping subsided, the people on the stage looked over at Troy. They were shocked that he was there. Troy did not do drama. It wasn't his thing. Yet, somehow he was there with a blonde. They continued to stare at him, not blinking or breathing at all.

Ms. Darbus turned her head, following her students eyes. "Mr. Bolton?" she asked almost shocked. She lowered her eye glasses. "I see, a new student..."

"Yeah," Troy replied, not interested. "This is Ev- Sharpay Evans... She'll be in fourth period with us..."

The blonde teacher smiled. "What brings you here to the Theater!?"

He move his head, pointing at Sharpay who raised her hand. "I did. Troy was just showing me to my dorm..."

"Ah yes, before the Winter dorms you have to cross through the theater!" She raised her arms, showing her how huge the room was bigger. It looked like an Opera house. "Are you interested in drama Ms. Evans?"

"Yes, I am..."

Ms. Darbus walked up to her. It wasn't everyday a new drama lover walked into the room. Not much people liked musicals. Most students think they are corny but that didn't stop Ms. Darbus for showing them. And that didn't stop her from forcing everyone to come watch them. The auditorium would be packed- packed with people sleeping. And when the musical ended, everyone clapped with joy that it was over. Ms. Darbus assumed they enjoyed it, but would later find out the truth. However, she still had musical and she still forced them to come.

Troy groaned. He didn't want to miss all of the practice. He knows when Ms. Darbus gets talking there is no stopping her. He slid over to a near by seat and sat down, rubbing his eyes. They would never get to her dorm!

"Would you like to try out?" she asked. The blonde teacher smiled lightly at the girl. She was always nicer to the students who appreciated drama and not the students who played sports in her class.

The blonde looked down at Troy who was now rubbing his temple. "As what?"

"Well, Nicole tell her the plot and characters!" she ordered.

That made Troy wonder where Kelsi was. She must be not doing this musical. Then it hit. Kelsi had the chicken pox. That can last for a while.

I see Ms. Darbus has a new person to boss around. Poor girl. Wait, poor me! If Kelsi isn't there that means I have to show Sharpay around! Taylor could but she only has two classes with me and Evans! Gabriella... damn, she only has three classes with me. Kelsi was the only one with all my classes. NO!

Troy cried into his hands. Besides the fact no tears coming out. This wasn't his day at all.

"Um, well, the plot is these three pixies, Puff, Serenity, and Lily that want to be fairies. But they have to show two people who hate each other they are meant to be, without pixie magic. Problem is, the girl, Princess Alexandra is going to wed, Duke Kaiser in two weeks..." The girl said, not making one mistake at all. After all she did write it. "Um, you can try out as Princess Alexandra, you look like her, besides the blue eyes but I could change that..."

The blue-eyed boy let out a snicker. When Nicole sang the song, it reminded him so much of Sharpay. He knew she was mean and icy. But he only knew the not sweet part. And if her mother was opposite of her, Troy wished she did act like her mom.

"That would-" The blonde stopped and looked back down at her guide. Then she glanced down at her wrist watch. "Yeah, can I do it tomorrow, after class? We gotta get going now..."

"Tomorrow!?" Troy screamed, standing up from the red seat. "We have practice! You can't miss it since you missed this one and I can't miss it either! I'm the captain, I'm supposed to be there!" He wasn't going to let her miss a pratice. He knew his father and his father would blame it on him for not taking her to pratice.

She frowned. She totally forgot about being on the team. "After practice then?"

Nicole looked down at her, well, Ms. Darbus' clipboard. "Yeah, that would be perfect since Ms. Darbus has a dentist appointment..."

Sharpay smiled and pulled Troy up and walked to the doors leading to the dorms. They were the only other doors there besides the ones they came in through. "We'll see you then!" she smiled a genuine one and left.

"'We'?" Troy broke his arm away from her grasp.

What does she mean by 'we'?

"You have to bring me here! You're supposed to show me around!" she whined.

"But you know how to go here from the gym!" he fought back. No way was he going to spend time with her after school. Well, he did since there was basketball practice, but he wasn't going to spend another thirty minutes with her.

Sharpay huffed. "Fine!" she stormed off but stopped right away. She didn't know where she was going. However, there was only one hall and she knew her room number.

The basketball king pulled his head back and sighed. What was he going to do with her. Troy followed her tracks. "You have room 347, right... here," he said, turning to face the door. "Um, did you ever have the chicken pox before?"

"Why?"

"Just answer!"

"No..."

Troy rested his forehead against the oak door. Then he started to bang it against the door.

Damn, where is she going to stay? Who doesn't have a roommate... Me! But I'm a boy so she can't stay with me! Or can she? Better find Mr. Matsui!

"Come on," he grabbed her hand but before they could go any further an announcement occurred. "What now? He muttered.

Why is he so mad? And where is he taking me? This is my dorm! If he kidnaps me, I'll call 911! Wait, my cell is in my luggage which is in that room. I think.

"Troy Bolton and Sharpay Evans, please come to the office!" the voice called, Mr. Matsui.

"Hey!" Sharpay shrieked when Troy dragged her out through the doors. Not the auditorium doors, the doors leading outside. He wasn't going to go back in there. The outside way was also faster. "Why are you in such a hurry?"

"I don't like spending time with you," he told her simply.

Well, I never! How rude was that! Hmph! Oh my gosh, if I trip, I'm going to sue him of ruining my skirt. I'm not rich! I'm sure he is since he goes to school here and his dad teaches here. I wonder if Coach Bolton is only a coach. I bet he's the Phys-ed teacher for boys too. Why am I thinking this? Wait, why do we need to go to the office?

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"Troy!" Mr. Matsui said, shocked when opening the office door. "That was quick. Hello, Ms. Evans..."

The two smiled, one completely out of breath, the other panting here and there.

"I need a word with both of you..." he informed them, fiddling with his fingers. "Troy, you are the only person in this entire school without a roommate and since Sharpay, I heard from your mom that you've never had chicken pox before, you have to share with Troy..." The principal stared at the two who was completely silent. "Kelsi has the chicken pox and we can't have you sick... And the nurse's room is being renovated.." Silence. "I trust both of you..." Nothing.

What the hell did he just say!? Did he say I have to share a room with Bolton! No, that can't be happening! No way! That's not a good idea! He could rape me! Then again he hates me so he might kill me! Great, I'll be dead before I try out for that play...

"We could get some dividers so you both can have privacy..."

Privacy my ass! That won't stop Bolton from killing me...

"Ms. Evans your bags are in his room..." Nothing. Pretty awkward room.

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Sharpay fell onto the extra bed. She wanted to commit suicide before Troy would kill her. She brought the pillow to her face and began to scream her heart out. This wasn't happening! She was sharing a room with a stranger! It's like the school wants her to killed! Why did they even bother putting her in?

First being on the basketball team with him then all of our classes then sharing a room with him! Is this punishment for all the times I've been mean!? I'm sorry! Just please help me!- What am I doing? Pull yourself together... At least Taylor is here- Yeah right, Taylor has that Montez girl! Well, at least I can look at him. He is cute. Good thing I didn't get that afro boy, he would leave hair laying all over the place!

The blonde felt something landing on her back. She groaned and turned around, looking up at Troy. "Those are your bed sheets, Evans!"

She whined and rolled off the bed. "This is like home! I still have to make my bed! Aren't there any privileges in this damn school!? This wasn't a hotel she was staying at. It was a high school with dorms.

Troy went to his bed and sat on it, shrugging his shoulders. "Yes?" he said, in a pathetic attempt. The only good thing about the school was basketball and his girl friend and friends. The worst thing about it was sharing a room with her. His life would have been perfect if only he didn't have her in it.

"Like what?" without an attempt, Sharpay threw her pillows onto Troy's bed. She didn't want them on the floor to get dirty.

Reaching out for his basketball, he spoke, "This..."

"Wow, a ball..."

Annoyed, Troy rolled his eyes. It wasn't just a ball, it was a basketball, an orange ball. "Basketball! Basketball is really good in this school. Isn't that why you chose the scholarship here?"

No, I did it for drama...

"Yeah, that's it..."

The door burst open and Chad walked in, not seeing Sharpay on the other bed opposite of Troy's. The bed he would relax in for a while before heading to his room with Zeke. "Hey Troy- AHH!"

Troy chuckled at Chad's girlish squeal. Cocking an eyebrow, Sharpay rolled her eyes. She had never heard a boy scream like that. Not even Ryan screamed like that. Quite odd. Troy heard Chad scream like that only when he was scared. He must have been really scared of Sharpay. But most likely he was shocked. It wasn't everday Troy had a hot blonde in his room, on the spare bed, wearing a hot outfit.

He must be gay...

As if Chad read her mind he said, "I'm not gay!"

Deciding to tease Chad, Sharpay and Troy glanced at each other then back at him then shook their heads. They were completely in sync.

I hope you enjoyed the chapter! It would mean so much if you reviewed. And I wrote that little song. The whole one will be up soon, not very soon but soon... lol