A/N: Okay this is part two of the sleepover, I'm not confident in this part, but this is where everything comes together, or falls apart, but whatever, I know I have to do a good job in this update so I'll try.

Chad then walked into the room, spotting the numbers on the white boards, he couldn't help but link it to the subject that, coincidentally, does very well in.

"Taylor, why are you making them do math?" Chad spluttered out, mouth full of potato chips, with a bag of them in his hand and a bottle of coke in the other.

"But, I'm not!" Taylor replied, astounded.

"Then how do you explain the 18 1/2s? I may not be as smart as you, but I'm not that dumb! Those are ring sizes!" Taylor defended.

"What? Ring sizes! But I thought that Troy and Sharpay had…difficulties! Isn't that a tad too early for discussing ring sizes?" Chad said, bewildered.

"No! You got it wrong! Seriously Chad, you got to stop jumping to conclusions! We're just playing a game!" Taylor quickly explained.

"Right. What kind of game requires you to guess ring sizes?" Chad questioned.

Ryan, spotting the look on Troy and his sister's face, snickers for a second, but muffles it immediately in his hand after glancing at the look at Sharpay's face.

"Never mind, let's do something else, you won't understand it even if I explained." Taylor answered, frustrated.

"Great! Now's the perfect time for a game of Truth or Dare!" Chad shouted.

Sharpay, submitted to fate, does nothing but stare into space, not saying a word. She doesn't care that the rest of her friends, who seem to be in for the idea of playing that particular game.

Except, of course, for Troy.

When everyone had positioned themselves comfortably in a circle, with Sharpay not moving, they decided to make her part of the circle by letting her be seated in between Taylor and Ryan.

For moral support of course, to help her get over with this game.

And not for any other …purposes.

Like awkward touching of knees between Troy and Sharpay.

But lets not talk about that.

Chad decides to start first, not consulting anyone first, he starts of with what he thinks as a perfect question.

Though, not in Troy's case.

Good luck, man.

"Who do you prefer more, Gabriella or Sharpay?"

That was an easy question; the answer was obviously, Sharpay. But it was awkward. He wanted everyone to know that he was in love with her. They already knew that, of course, and he knew that they knew, and they knew that he knew that they knew.

But enough of that.

He wanted to announce it when he knew that Sharpay like him back too. He didn't expect love, of course, he couldn't, it was too early in their relationship.

Or non-relationship.

Everyone was waiting and looking anxiously for his answer, all except for one, she kept her head down, not daring to look at him.

Sharpay.

He knew that he had to answer no matter what, so he figures that he might as well get it done and over with.

"Sharpay." He mutters softly.

He looks up at Gabriella, expecting her to break down in tears and cry, so do something that might injure him or something. But all she did was to look at him, curiously straight in the eye, with a tiny but highly noticeable smirk on her face. Because, admit it, she was Gabriella, all rounded perfect girl, good grades, wait, scratch that, she had perfect grades, she was sweet and pretty, everything perfect, didn't use swear words, at least, not that often, she was like an angel. She wasn't supposed to have pouts or smirks or evil grins on her face, it just didn't look right.

Yep, definitely noticeable.

She was over him. He realized it, there and then. But he wasn't upset or anything, he was glad. It meant that he could go after Sharpay without his conscience bugging him after dumping such a sweet and lovely girl.

Not that that would have stopped him anyways.

He then realized, that he was completely over her too.

Now, all he wanted was to get the attention to someone else besides him. He needed to ask someone else.

"Taylor."

"Truth."

"Did Chad go on second base with you or as that just locker talk?"

Taylor's eyes widened and shot to Chad's brown ones. He looked down immediately, hoping in vain to postpone his imminent death.

"Chad! We never did that!"

"It was close! Come on! I was bragging!"

"Close doesn't cut it."

"Sorry."

"You better be. So now it's my turn! I choose Sharpay!"

"Dare."

"All right, I want you to kiss Troy on the lips."

"What! Tay!"

"It's a dare; you have to do it, or else."

Sharpay walked over to Troy, not really thinking properly, about what she was doing. The news that she ha to kiss Troy was just too much for her.

And if she was thinking clearly, she would have stopped herself, as she would he fully predicted what would have happened next.

Troy was seated on the floor, and he shifted uncomfortably once he saw Sharpay headed towards him. Sharpay, in her heart, actually had a feeling, not sure whether it was a good or bad one, but she sort of knew that he wanted her to kiss him. And she sort of wanted to kiss him too.

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