Sharpay's P.O.V
He's just playing with me, like he does to all of the other girlfriends he used to have.
Don't fall for it.
Don't fall for him.
He's not worth your tears, he isn't.
He really isn't.
Ask yourself, does he love you?
No. But I love him.
My god, I so love him.
Troy's P.O.V
Oh my god, I told her. I finally told her.
Am I supposed to be happy? Because, to tell you the truth, I'm really not.
She didn't say she loves me. She didn't.
Why didn't she? She almost kissed me.
I'm so frustrated. I'm so confused. But most of all, I'm scared, I'm really, really scared. I'm scared out of my mind.
I have to tell someone.
Chad, or Gabriella?
Chad.
Ring! Ring!
"Hey Chad."
"Yeah. Are you here yet? I've been waiting for twenty minutes!"
"Oh, I'm not in the mood right now. I told her."
"Told who what? Oh…"
"Yeah, and she said that I did something to her that made her not trust me anymore. So, I was wondering if you could ask Gabriella and Taylor if they could find whatever I did out for me?"
"Sure, man."
Click.
Sharpay's P.O.V
Ding! Dong!
I opened the door, to find Taylor and Gabriella standing there, with way too bright smiles on their faces, bright enough to make me suspicious. Very suspicious.
"Hey Sharpay, we heard." Taylor greeted me sympathetically.
"Well, yeah." I sighed.
"Can we come in?" Gabriella asked me.
"Sure." I stepped back to let them in the house.
"So, why didn't you tell him the truth?" Taylor asked
Gabriella's here, I can't tell her.
"I… uh, it's nothing, really."
"That's okay, if you don't want to tell us." Gabriella said quickly.
"Yeah, it's okay." Taylor agreed.
"Yeah, I'm just not ready right now." Sharpay said, feeling kind of confused.
To tell, or not to tell.
They are my closest friends; I shouldn't be keeping secrets from them, especially if the secret is about one of them.
"I'm not ready." I repeated.
Taylor and Gabriella nodded in response.
"So, we better get going then." Taylor replied.
"Yeah, bye." Gabriella said.
"Bye." I replied, relieved that they would not ask any more questions on the matter.
I led them out the door and collapsed on the couch, tired and relieved.
Ding! Dong!
Who is it, now?
I opened the door, once again, and found Taylor standing there.
"Hey again, can I come in?" Taylor asked.
"Yeah, sure. Did you leave your wallet here or something?"
"Uh, no. I want to know what had happened. I know Gabriella is involved in this that's why I got her to leave before I came back. So spill."
"Oh, okay. But only if you promise not to tell anyone. No one must know about this. Not even Chad, because Chad will tell-"
"Troy. Yes, okay. I won't tell anyone."
"Okay, it happened last Christmas, you know, at the Christmas party at Chad's house?"
-Flashback-
The music was great and the company was even better. Troy and me had been best of friends for quite some time now; even better friends than we were now. And I was crushing on him so hard that I never thought could be possible. And I was going to tell him that I liked him that night.
Boy, was I nervous.
With the present in my hand, I saw him on the other side of the room, talking to his teammates. I headed straight towards him, my heart beating as fast as humanly possible.
I made sure that we were standing under the mistletoe; I needed all the luck I could get to get that one thing i wated for Christmas. A kiss from Troy.
I stood in front of him, clutching the present tightly, trying to act casual, which had worked, as I was an actress. I handed him the present.
"Happy Christmas."
"Shar, it's supposed to be merry Christmas, not happy Christmas."
I was too nervous to care.
I shrugged.
He handed me his present to me and I took it with both my hands.
"Open it." I told him.
I couldn't stand there while he opened the present, so I backed off, and headed towards the balcony, with one last glance towards him. It was he reading my note that came along with the present that I gave him. He looked, well, satisfied, I guess. But not really that kind of look you get when you are in love.
I headed towards the door, away from the balcony. Tears brimming my eyes, I came to a conclusion, Troy didn't like me like that. He never even thought us like that. He just didn't like me back that way. He just wanted to be friends. Just friends. The thought of us didn't even think that there would even be an 'us'.
I walked out the door, with his nicely wrapped present in my hand, when I heard a shout.
"Stop!"
It was Troy, but he wasn't shouting to me. He was shouting to someone else. I turned around, and the first thing I saw was that he was grabbing Gabriella by her arms.
And he was wearing it.
He was wearing the Christmas present that I just gave him. He was wearing that watch.
I was hidden in a dark corner, so they didn't see me, but I could see them perfectly.
I guess that was quite a good hiding place, as Troy jogged out the door, right in front of me, and didn't even glance at me. He still held my note in his hand, but it was crumpled, slightly, from his strong grip.
He ran towards Gabriella, who had walked out the door just before I did. He caught up to her and as she turned around, he rammed his lips unto hers.
They were kissing passionately, without a care in this world. Without caring.
Without caring about me.
Tears of helplessness and heartbreak spilled out of my eyes, but without so much as a cry came out from my lips. I was disappointed, of course, as Troy picked Gabriella over me. But, then again, I could understand, at least, a little bit, because it was love. And love cannot be forced, at least not in my book.
Then again, I was heartbroken; I was kind of frustrated, that I was chosen over Gabriella, but he liked her, so what could I do? I loved him. I really did. But this was just me. He didn't love me back.
I leaned down on the wall behind me and slid down, weeping silently as I saw them, breaking the kiss, holding hands and walking beck into the party. He dropped the note while kissing her. He dropped the note.
I walked towards the note, and read my handwriting to myself, before ripping it into little tiny pieces. The little tiny pieces that resembled my shattered withering heart. I read to myself the words I never believed were true ever since.
I read the words 'I love you.'
-End Flashback-
"Ohh, so that's what happened."
"Yeah, but don't tell anyone, okay? You promised."
I was crying through out telling Taylor my heart-breaking story. I was crying so hard my eyes couldn't any more tears to spill.
"Yeah, don't worry Sharpay, I won't tell a soul."
"Thanks."
"And then what happened?"
"What do you mean what happened?"
"Why did you treat them like you actually like them?"
"Cause I do? Of course I still like them. They were my friends, after all. But, yeah, I know what you are thinking. He broke my heart. But, well, he's my best friend. Or he was, anyway. So, why waste a friendship, when I can pretend that it never happened? And I, uhh, I don't like him that way anymore anyways."
Liar.
"Yes, you do. Gabriella told me."
"Oh my god! How can she tell you something like that?"
"Yeah, well yeah. So?"
"So, I kinda like him. But not as much. Okay?"
Liar, liar pants on fire.
"Yeah, right."
"Okay, whatever. Yeah, and I have to like him. I have to be friends with him. I have to. Because, you don't know what it's like, not having friends. You don't know what it's like, not being able to laugh at people's jokes because no one tells you any. You don't have any idea, at all, what it's like, not being able to hang out, like the rest of you do. But I do. And, believe me. I'd rather face Troy and Gabriella everyday going 'kissy kissy' than having to deal with that. Okay?"
"Oh, my gosh. Does it hurt that much? I'm so sorry, I never thought that- I never, sorry Sharpay- I never-"
"Yeah, I get it. I forgive you, don't worry. I'm good. I understand."
"I'm really sorry. I truly am, Sharpay. And one last question, do you forgive Gabriella?"
"Yes, I forgave her long ago, Taylor."
Kinda. Not really.
Chad's Dining Room
"Okay everyone. So, Zac just confessed!" Chad exclaimed.
"Uhh, yeah. But uhh, you forgot one really really important thing. Really important." Ryan stated.
"Yeah, what?" Chad replied, obviously confused.
"Sharpay, uhh, kind, uhh, didn't say it back…" Gabriella put in.
"Ohh, yeah. That's why I told both of you to find it out! So why didn't she say it back?" Chad asked Gabriella and Taylor.
"Sharpay didn't tell us." Gabriella replied straight away, to Taylor's relief, who bit her lip in reply.
"Okay, so our next step, I've thought it out, is to make them bond. But they cannot be alone, because then they won't bond, because the atmosphere will be too awkward." Chad said.
"Wow… good idea. That actually sounds relatively clever!" Ryan commented.
Chad beamed in response.
"Okay, so what other idea have you got, Mr Smarty Pants?" Taylor asked her boyfriend.
"So, I was thinking,-"Chad started.
"Oh, my god! Chad was thinking!" Ryan interrupted.
"Yes, I was thinking. It's something normal people do. But since you aren't normal, I shall ignore that comment. Now, as I was saying, I was thinking, and then it hit me. We should hold a sleepover!" Chad continued.
"Oh, okay." Ryan replied.
"And, what do you play during sleepovers?" Chad asked.
"Ohh! I know! I know!" Gabriella shouted, raising her hand as if she were in class.
"Yes, Gabriella?" Chad called to her, as if he were the teacher.
"Truth or dare?" Gabriella replied, blushing, and it came out in more of a questioning tone.
"Yes! So do you all want in?" Chad asked."
"Yeah, okay." Ryan responded.
"I'm in." Gabriella replied.
"Okay, that's a good idea, I like it." Taylor nodded her head.
A/N: So now you all know what had happened. The next chapter is a fun chapter to write but I'm not really confident so some helpful response on this chapter should be nice. Thank you. Ohh, and a hint. The next chapter is gonna be very interesting…