Chapter 3: Baby Prostitute
Come on Sharpay, get yourself together. Just fall asleep. All you need to do is start counting sheep or cows, or dream of smothering Troy with his pillow to stop his horrible snoring...
Snore.
Ignore.
Snore... Snore... Snore...
That's it Bolton, you're going to die!
Sharpay through her blanket across the room, landing on Troy's computer. She's had it with the snoring. Who can snore so loud? Doesn't he care that he was sharing a room with someone?
She tip-toed quietly to his bed, which was only a few steps away. Sharpay brought her fingers to his nose and pinched it, stopping him from breathing. The snoring eventually stopped and it turned into hoarse breathing sounds. It sounded worse than snoring.
His hand swiped her fingers away and his blue eyes shot wide open.
"What are you doing?"
She pulled her hand away and held it close to her chest. Troy's actions were so sudden, it scared her. "Nothing?"
"Are you trying to kill me?" he asked angrily. Troy wasn't the type of person who be happy with someone waking them up. Especially when that someone was pinching your nose causing you not to breathe, which is necessary to live.
Of course the one who is trying to sleep will think you are indeed trying to kill them.
Sharpay marched back to her bed. "Why would you think that?"
Well, of course Troy would think that. Who wouldn't?
Troy managed to ignore the question since he was so tired and just wanted to sleep peacefully. Similar to what Sharpay wanted except Troy didn't have to hear annoying snoring from her or as a matter of fact, himself. Then again, he cannot hear himself snoring, he doesn't even know he's doing it. It's like how people care immune to their body odor, no matter how much they stink.
Sharpay thought that Troy's loud snoring was immune to him, similar to how body odor is immune to the person with it. Just like Ben Sturky from 'That's so Raven', her favorite sitcom.
I wonder if I snore? Nah! I bet I don't since Bolton isn't up trying to smother me with my pillow. Anyways, snoring is totally for the guys... I wonder if Ryan snores. Maybe, I guess he is like a boy, a feminine boy at that...
Snore.
Oh my God! How rude!
No, Gabby, stop people are staring...
Oh yuck! I can't believe he is talking too! First snoring and now this! And he's talking about that preppy girlfriend of his. Oh God!
Gabby, that tickles!
Oh God, he must be gay... Like that afro boy, what's his name? Tad? Yeah, Tad...
Gabby!!
That's it! Once again Bolton you managed to annoy the hell out of me!
Once again, Sharpay stomped to the talking boy's bed. His face may have been buried under a pillow, but she could still hear his wretched voice, muffled. At first she didn't know what to do, but then it hit hard, like a bird flying into a window.
Hmm, I wonder if I hold the pillow down that would make him stop.. That could kill him... Eh, but that's a chance I'm willing to take.
But before she could do so, Troy said something completely out of the blue.
Gabby, sorry but I'm breaking up with you... Why? Well, there's someone else... No, it's not Chad! I'm not gay!... It's... Sharpay...
Sharpay clasped her hands over her mouth before a little peep peeped out. She didn't want Troy to find out she was listening in on his dreams, especially ones about her. Her brown eyes looked at the sleeping figure, who was now beginning to toss and turn. She figured he was waking and up decided to dive into her bed, pretenging to sleep.
Troy shot straight up in sitting position. He ran his hand over his damp hair. What a dream. His blue eyes fell on the blonde girl who was 'sleeping'. He didn't want to wake her, again because he knew she would complain and complain.
Shit! What a dream!? What a nightmare! I can't believe I had a dream of me breaking up with Gabs for Sharpay! No way! That's can't happen! I don't even know Evans that well. All I know is, is the she's hot... but then again mean, rude, loud and annoying.
Deciding to let sleep take over him again, Troy lay back down. Soon he was fast asleep, unlike his roommate who was too shocked to say anything.
Oh my God! I can't believe he just said that! Well, actually I can. It is me...
Before she knew it, her deep thinking made her fall asleep. Good thing too because they were supposed to wake up in two hours. Sharpay was in for a very long day.
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Bang.
Bang.
BANG.
Three loud and insensitive knocks fell upon their dorm door. It woke each of them with a startle, causing their blankets and some pillows to fall onto the floor. In unison, they both glanced at the digital clock. 6:45 am, in said in big bright green numbers and letters.
Oh my God! 6:45am!? There is such thing as 6:45am!? Damn! And who the hell is that knocking on the door!? Bolton better answer it since it's most certainly for him. No-one knows I live here, temporarily.
Troy, who also figured the door was for him, stood up and to welcome or yell at the person. He opened to door to an unexpected guest. Someone he was friends with but rarely came to his room. Actually, never came to his room.
"Taylor?" he asked, rubbing his eyes in case they were playing tricks on him.
"Good morning Troy!" she said in a sing song voice. "How are you this lovely morning!?"
Still a bit woozy, Troy said the first thing that came to his mind, "Pink jelly..."
Not getting the reply, Taylor let herself in. "Hey, Sharpay!"
The blonde revealed her face to her friend. She looked very tired and not in the mood for someone so happy. "Are you ready to go? Did you take a shower yet? Brush your teeth and hair? Get dressed?"
"No yet," she whined, getting up and slipping on her pink bunny slippers. "I'll get right on that..." And with that, she grabbed her towel, clothes and anything else she may use and went into the bathroom she shared with Troy.
When coming back to the real world, Troy found it strange that Taylor knew what room Sharpay was in.
How did she know Sharpay and I were sharing a room? Aha! Chad must be right, I bet she is a trained spy for the FBI!
"How did you know what room Sharpay was in, Taylor?"
she flicked her attention to the shaggy haired boy. "Easy, I was in the office the time Mr. Matsui told you and her about the news..."
I knew it! Chad is stupid!
Picking up some clothes lying on the floor or his computer, Troy began walking for the door. "I'm going to Chad's room to get ready. You and Sharpay can bond..." Troy would try and do anything to avoid Sharpay. That dream made him fell weird inside.
And he thought that feeling might grow stronger if he stuck around Sharpay. Which he would have to since they have all the same classes together. At least he had two with Gabby and Chad.
Taylor waved bye to him as he shut the door quietly behind him. Now there she was all alone in Troy's room. She looked around and found his side very messy and Sharpay's side very neat. Poor Sharpay having to share a room with a slob. But Troy's half wasn't as bad as Chad's. Now that's what Taylor called a pig sty.
While all this was happening outside, Sharpay got cleaned up in the bathroom, which was way better than the actual room. It looked hardly used. That made her wonder if Troy ever used the washroom and if he ever showered. From the looks of it, it looked brand new.
Ew, I think Troy is one of those jocks that don't take showers or wash his socks and I knew he doesn't clean his side of the room. This bathroom is too clean to be used by someone like Troy. But he doesn't smell, so I bet he does use the shower... or he is a person without B.O.
Drying herself off, she wrapped the pink towel around her chest and walked over to the mirror. At least it was clean so she can see herself in it unlike the mirror hanging behind the door. It was yucky.
She brushed her blonde hair with ease as she thought about what Troy said. She parted her hair on the right so her bangs would fall to her left side, it was the way she liked it and that's how her hair usually placed into. Once her hair was knot free and smooth, she took out her pink hair dryer. She didn't want her hair to frizz up. Not something she would do during her first day of East High.
That Bolton has some explaining to do! Why would he have a dream about someone he just met? But who also happened to be extremely cute... Hehehe, stupid boy, he has a crush on me. Or he thinks I'm hot and that's it... How shallow!
When her blonde hair was completely dry she put her hair dryer away and took out brand new clothes to change into. Somehow her parents can buy her so many things but they can't afford to send her to the East High Drama Program. Cheap parents!
Back outside, Taylor could have fallen asleep waiting for Sharpay if she wasn't so excited about her old friend going to the same school as her especially on a basketball program. She had questions that needed to be answered. Her curiosity was taking over her.
Click... Bang.
Taylor's ears caught the bathroom door open and close, she turned around to see Sharpay smiling down at her. Her mouth was wide open at what her friend was wearing, a baby pink top that loosely clung to her body and a white pleated mini-skirt. If she were to bend down, all the boys would applaud.
"What are you wearing!?" Taylor exclaimed, pointing at the top and skirt. "That's not something to wear on the first day of school, well, for you! Aren't you going to cover yourself up? You don't want to make yourself look easy, do you?"
The blonde smiled and fixed the strap on her top which has slid down. Her bra strap, which was black was visible. The only thing Taylor liked about the outfit was the ballet flats she finished the outfit off with. Sharpay bent down slightly and picked up a perfume bottle and gave herself four sprays.
The scent hit Taylor's nose like fire. She whiffed the air once again, the smell was familiar to her. Something her friend showed to her a long time ago. "You smell like a baby prostitute..."
"Thanks!" Sharpay beamed. "You think the boys will like it?"
"Yes!" Taylor said in a 'duh' tone. "But I don't like it and neither would the teachers..."
"Please Taylor, they don't know what the scent is anyway..."
Taylor rubbed her head, Sharpay wasn't getting anything she was saying. "Well, by your outfit, I think they might tell! Change!"
No-one ever told Sharpay Evans to change and especially not someone who dressed like a granny.
"No!"
Taylor harshly stood up and stomped to the door. "I'll meet you outside, at the courtyard and you better be wearing something better!" And at the end of her sentence, she shut the door behind her.
One rule Taylor should learn and that we should teach her; when storming off, watch where you're going.
BANG!
She bumped into someone who also wasn't looking, maybe because his huge afro was blocking his sight path. Chad, or as Sharpay knows him, 'Tad'. Taylor smacked into his chest and Chad smacked into something with his chest. They both let out a cry of pain.
"Ow, your chest is hard, Chad!" Taylor said, rubbing her temply, trying to ease the pain.
Chad didn't know whether to talk it as a insult or compliment. "Well, your head is freakin' hard too..." he countered, rubbing the sore spot on his chest. "Why weren't you look where you were going?"
"'Cause, Sharpay was getting on my nerves with her clothes and smelling like a prostitute..."
Suddenly all the boys rushed to Troy's door, except for Troy because he didn't want to be like his friends, perverts. But he did want to see her, if only he stayed.
They could be so dumb... Now, pull yourself together, Troy, you don't want to see Sharpay...
The boys who rushed to the door was suddenly hit by reality. The door. Sharpay had opened the door to let herself out. All four boys fell to the floor, wincing in pain. Each of them was hit on the face but they all deserved it.
And they got hit for nothing since Sharpay decided to change. She did look slutty but the scent was there to stay but at least she didn't imply the prostitute look anymore. And the scent was not that strong since she changed into a light blue hoodie and boot-cut jeans. She did keep the white ballet flats on, it matched her simply white tee.
"You lied!" Chad cried, holding his throbbing nose and with that, he and the other three boys walked away, leaving Taylor, Troy and Sharpay.
The three shook their heads as the four left in pain.
Troy looked at his roommate and realized something. They matched, completely. His light blue and white shirt matched her hoodie and tee and his jeans were blue like hers and his sneakers were plain white like her flats. Now he wished she did wear a prositute outfit, actually he always did but not as much as Chad and the gang.
"You're friends are weird, Bolton..."
"I know, at least I'm not dating one of them..." as they began to walk, Troy eyed Taylor.
Sharpay saw this and gasped.
Please don't tell me she is dating Tad...
Giving in to need to know everything about people dating, Sharpay asked, "who?"
Taylor looked down at the floor... "Chad."
"Chad!?" Sharpay pondered. The name wasn't ringing a bell.
"Afro.." Troy explained, moving his hands to his hair, pretending to have one.
Then she realized something. His name was Chad not Tad. "I thought his name was Tad... Oh well, same thing. The names sound the same... But you're dating him! Why?"
Taylor and Troy glanced at each other. What a question.
"You don't ask someone why they are dating someone," Troy managed to tell her.
"I can ask anyone anything I please!"
"It's rude! You don't as Taylor why she's dating Chad!"
"Well, I want to know. He isn't that cute!"
"It's not about looks!"
"Whatever! What's the harm of asking Taylor why she's dating Tad!"
"It's Chad, CHAD!"
Taylor shocked by how much the two fight, decided to break it up. They were starting to cause a scene and she was in the middle of the bickering. She hated scenes more than anything.
"STOP!"
Sorry for the delay. I just hit a minor writer's block on this chapter but now I'm fine! And I just noticed that last chapter I forgot to put a 'bye' in a foreign language. It was supposed to be french... hehe.
Au revoir; Angeline