A/N: Sorry this chapter's so short. I'm in the middle of finals right now, and I don't have a lot of time for anything non-school related. But school gets out on Thursday, and hopefully I'll be able to get another chapter up before I leave for the Bahamas. This is mostly just a filler chapter to set up the next few. Enjoy
I forgot to add a disclaimer! So, I just have to say, I own nothing but the plot. The characters (whom I love) are Disney's (except for Richard, who is also mine, no matter now much I detest him). I'm just borrowing them for awhile.
Sharpay had only been at his house for about ten minutes when the doorbell Rang. Reluctantly, he got up to answer the door. The sexy little bitch wouldn't do anything stupid while he was gone. She was too afraid of him. He could see the fear in her eyes when she looked at him. Any regard she had held for him was gone, he knew. Gone for now, but maybe not for good. He hoped. He would have to be a little more careful not to lose his temper with her until he could get her to put out. Or he could force her… He found pleasure in the idea, his thoughts already racing, imagining her lying under him, naked and screaming, as he took what he so desperately wanted. The thought excited him, and he had to fight back the sensation that was growing in his pants before he opened the door. But the idea of Sharpay like that was not one he would easily forget. He would soon have her like that, just the way he wanted.
It was the fag at the door. The worthless piece of shit Sharpay called her brother. Her twin, no less. Richard saw no resemblance. This fag wasn't worthy to lick dog shit off his shoes, much less be related to the object of his sexual fantasies. Soon to be realities, he reminded himself.
"Where's Sharpay?" the bastard growled. Richard could hear the acid in his voice, the poorly concealed hatred.
"Relax, Ry." Sharpay was standing behind us, her curves accentuated by the way she was leaning against the wall. I don't know how I kept myself from taking her at that moment. "I'm fine. God, Ryan, you're such a drama king." She walked over to him, her hips swaying sensuously, and wrapped her arms around his waist. He pulled her into a hug, a hug that was much too long and sensual for a hug between siblings. She whispered something in his ear. He replied, and then she kissed him on the cheek, almost on his mouth. They broke apart, but their hands found each other and their fingers laced together. It was so obvious that they were in love with each other, even if they hadn't realized it themselves. It made Richard sick. They were twins, for God's sake! The fag interrupted his reverie by telling him that he was taking Sharpay home because of some dinner party their parents were holding. Neither of them issued an invitation, as if Richard would have wanted to go. The only reason he would set foot in that house would be to knock Sharpay up. Instantly, he knew that he had to take Sharpay in her own house—her own bed. Make it all the worse for her. As he closed the door on the incestuous twins, his mind was already full of plans to get Ryan away from her. And if his plans didn't work—hey, he was an actor. He would improvise.
