Chapter Eight

Later that night, I sat in bedroom, thinking. Zeke did get me my brother back, but he also betrayed me.

Ryan apologized, but he didn't realize it on his own.

Gabriella's annoying, but saved me.

I alsmost killed myself, because of a mess I made myself.

I growled loudly in aspiration and punched a pillow. I was really confused. If I forgave everyone, would they take me back? But if I didn't forgive anyone, would I ever get my life back? How come I'm so grudging and bring up things, but when I try to correct myself, I get angrier?!

Prince yapped and the door and scratched at it, I got off of my bed and opened the door for him, closing it again after him. Then, onto my computer. I went on and check my e-mail.

36 messages from Zeke.

One from Gabriella.

And one from Troy.

I read Gabriella's first.

Shar, I just wanted to know if you wqanted to hang out sometime and talk? It'd be fun, I promise. Well write back soon.

You're lifsaver,

Gabi

I smiled and replied.

Gab, sure. Let's hang like tomorrow. See ya.

Pay-Pay

Then I read Troy's message, it was from a few days ago.

Hey Sharpay, are you okay? I saw you flip out and run to your suite today. Is everything okay? Zeke wouldn't talk to me and Ryan hasn't left his room for the rest of the day. Well just let me know you're okay.

Troy

I hit "REPLY" and started typing away and my answer:

Yeah, Troy, I'm fine? . ! I'm confused a bit. Thanks for caring, it was nice of you, but I'm a little mixed up right now. Just confused about...well everything. I'm sure Gabriella told you about the whole pool incident. But don't worry, I'm fine. See you later!

I was about to open a Zeke one when my mom barged in. "Sharpay, door." she told me.

"Who is it?" I asked.

"Troy."

I smiled, exited out of my e-mail and headed to the door. I opened it and it wasn;t Troy. Zeke was standing there with "For-Get-Me-Not" flowers in a bouquet, a box of chocolates, and he was dressed nicely. He looked like he prepared it specially.

I looked at him, with my hand on my hip. As he began to begin saying my name and apologize, I slammed the door on his face.

My dad gave me a stern look. "Sharpay Catherine! Open that door and speak to that boy!" he hollered.

I rolled my eyes and re-opened the door. "Yeah?" I asked.

"Sharpay, I'm really sorry, but I had to tell him. He was lost without you. You were lost without him." he explained. "You're twins, you can't go through life hating him for a little incident."

I put both hands on my hips. "That gave you Strike One." I spat. "Anything else?"

He looked looked at me scared. "Why'd you go suicidal?" he asked.

"Strike Two." I said. "One more strike and you're out. Besides, you don't ask questions."

Zeke looked down at the flowers and the candy box sadly. He seemed really upset. Then he sighed and shoved them into my arms. "Okay, I miss you. But-" he stopped his sentence and started walking away.

"Homerun."

Zeke looked back, with a faint smile. I placed the items he gave me on a small stand and put my hands on my hips again, smiling and shaking my head. He ginned widely and ran back to me and picked me up spinning me. I gazed up into his eyes and wrapped my arms around his neck, embracing him. I missed the warmness that draped from Zeke. The warmness that filled my heart everytime we were together. It was back.

"Are you my Sharpay again?" he asked.

I stepped back and put a finger to my chin while grinning. Zeke smiled and wrapped his arms around my waist. I nodded and tilted my head. Zeke split us apart and took the necklace he once gave me, out of his pocket. I lifted my hair up and he buckled it around my neck. I smiled and hugged him. He grabbed my hand and walked down the hall, admiring each other.

"Zeke," I sighed. "You have got to do me a favor?"

"Sure." he said.

"Can you bake me a batch of cookies today?" I asked.

He laughed and responded, "Sure, Shar." with a big grin on his face.

The next few days I spent with Zeke. I haven't seen Ryan around the house, because I felt like I had to speak with him. It wasn't that I wanted to, it was I needed to.

I sat on my balcony watching my watch tick. It was rather boring, but it killed time. As the clock hit eight o'clock, I stood up and grasped the railing. The breeze blew through my blonde hair and I smiled as it charged against my face. I raised the volum on my i-pod as I blasted the song "Misery Bussiness" by Paramore. I sang along and watched the stars.

For the first time in a while, besides the Ryan fact, my life's been going so good. Zeke baked me those cookies he promised, and he sometimes joined us for dinner with the family. But other than that, I haven't seen Ryan. And when I did see him, it wasn't him. He was pale and his eyes were red. His hair was a mess and ratty. I wanted to go over and embrace him, but I'm sure he'd make a big scene.

Something's have been worrying me. But I know for sure that I have to talk to Ryan. So first thing tomorrow morning, I will.