Unexpected

Troy and Ryan had been a couple for the rest of our junior year and the first quarter of senior year. To my relief, the whole school had been accepting of their relationship. Even the basketball team and that Gabriella girl. I never liked her. Seriously, what did Troy ever saw in her? Nick was happy when I told him about Ryan and Troy. Like I mentioned, Nick is my best friend. He and I met when Ryan and I went to drama camp back in junior high. He was a counselor but I was taken with him. He was a rebel of sorts. He was protective, outgoing, friendly, and everything that are beautiful in this world. Some of the camp counselors were uneasy with the easy friendship Ryan and I had with him. To them, it was unethical and wrong. To us, it was easy and beautiful. He was the older brother that we never had. To this day, he is still our best friend. Even though he was somewhere in Europe for a fellowship, he still calls, emails, and sends presents on Christmas' and our birthday. And did I mention the fact that he wants us to call whenever we needed him?

Yeah and right now, I need him. I was waiting for Ryan downstairs since we were taking my car to school but he never came down despite my shouting and threats and warnings. Finally fed up, I stomped upstairs (a little too hard to do since I was wearing heels) and banged on his door.

"Ryan Alexander Evans, get your butt out here now! We're going to be late!"

The door was opened ever so slightly and finally, his face was visible. I said sarcastically, "And my little angel arises. What-"

I was cut short by Ryan's appearance. His face was blotched red as if he had spent the night crying. He was pale and he looked weak. "Hey, Shar. I don't think I'm going to school today." His voice was hoarse, as if he couldn't handle speaking. I knew something was wrong for the last couple of weeks but I never acted on anything since Ryan had keep reassuring me that everything was fine. However, the evidence standing in front of me was not fine.

I said softly, "Ry? What happened?"

He smiled a sad smile. "Nothing, Shar. You just go ahead to school. I'm taking the day off."

Now I may be a bitch sometimes but I am not leaving my brother home alone when he is obviously in pain. Not very Ice Queen-ish, is it? "No way. I'm not leaving you. You and I are going to sit down and have a talk."

I ignored his protests and grabbed his hand and dragged him to his bed. I pushed him under the covers and told him to stay put or he's going to have a very pissed off Sharpay Evans on his hands. I walked out and to my room. I changed into sweats and a Harvard t-shirt that I had gotten from Nick. Face free of make-up and hair in a messy ponytail, I went downstairs to make Ryan breakfast.

As I worked, I wondered how I never noticed anything strange about my brother. He had spent so much time with Troy that I haven't had my brother around me anymore. But I should have noticed that he hadn't had a date with Troy for a few weeks. Or notice the fact that Troy rarely shows up at our home. Or the fact that they had been avoiding each other at school. But I didn't! And this fact pisses me off. I should have been more attentive to my brother's attitude. I now knew for a fact that whatever is happening to my twin is the work of one Troy Bolton. I swear when I find that guy, he will no longer see the sunlight ever again!

I calmed myself and reached for the house phone. Dialing Nick's number, I waited for him to pick up. I really needed someone with me and Ryan. Our parents were, once again, off on a business trip. What a time to pick for a trip, Mom and Dad.

Nick picked up…finally. We talked and I told him everything. About my suspicions and Ryan. I didn't even beg him to come. He said he was on the next flight out. Satisfied, I hung up and went back to Ryan. We spent the whole day talking. He told me of what had happened between him and Troy. My suspicions were correct and Troy is no more. It didn't even occur to us that for once since we started high school, we had never missed a day in our lives. Until now.

Anyway, Ryan and I talked and cried until it was sunset. We decided to take our pity party onto the roof and watch the sunset. I never do this anymore. We just grew up and we forgot the things we used to love. As we sat there, I took a look at Ryan. He knew that I didn't believe him when he said that he was okay. I mean, really? I don't think I would be okay if I had found my boyfriend cheating on me. I would probably, I don't know, KILL HIM?! Troy Bolton had not taken my warning to heart and he will pay.

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Nick had called me from the airport the next day at 11 in the morning. Without even changing my sweats and shirt, I brushed my teeth, brushed my hair into a much neater ponytail, checked in on Ryan (he was still sleeping), I got in my car and drove off to the airport. I needed Nick and Ryan needed him too.

When we were finished with our greetings, we drove back home. We talked about everything except for the situation at hand. Nick had immediately gone upstairs to Ryan when we got home and I followed at a more sedately pace. We spent the whole day together on Ryan's bed with me in between. Again, we missed school. I couldn't care less. The land line was ringing the whole day but I ignored it. My brother needed us and I wasn't going to give the principal the satisfaction of picking up the phone and giving a damn.

The next day, however, I persuaded Ryan to go to school. I didn't have much cooperation from him so I left him to Nick and if anyone can make you feel guilty, it was Nick. Well, except for yours truly. I dressed myself simply. Just a pair of denim jeans and a black t-shirt and Converse and I was ready. I peeked into Ryan's room to see if there were any progress and was relieved to see that he was up and ready. Even when he was heartbroken, Ryan still found the strength in him to dress as he usually does: Stylish, unique, and stunning. I gave him a hug and with me in between, I walked down and out of the house with my two favorite boys by my side.

Nick drove us as I was too filled with anger to drive. We parked and this time, instead of Ryan and Nick taking my hands, I took theirs. Holding Nick's hand and hooking my arm through Ryan's, we strolled through the front door of East High School. Everyone stared at us. I mean, wouldn't you when the Evans twins missed two days of school? Not to mention, Sharpay Evans showing up looking simple and dressed like a normal teenager. I would, too. We ignored everyone and made our way to Ry's and my locker.

We were minding our own business when I heard a voice saying, "Well dang, Sharpay. I guess high school guys are just not in your league, huh?" Taylor.

I turned around and came face to face with Taylor, Gabriella, and the basketball team, including Taylor's equally annoying boyfriend, Chad, and Troy. I smiled a fake smile.

"Well, Taylor, if the guys aren't so immature and irresponsible, maybe they would have had a chance with Sharpay Evans," I sighed dramatically. "But alas, none of these boys fit into the men category. You know what I mean." Taylor blushed.

The guys went red. Chad came forward threateningly. "Listen here, Sharpay, I don't like you and I tolerated your bitchy attitude but you will not speak to my girl like that in front of me."

Nick and Ryan tensed. I squeezed Ryan's arm reassuringly but I wasn't having luck with Nick. He picked up Chad by the front of his shirt and gritted through his teeth, "You don't ever talk to my sister like that in front of me or Coach Bolton will be short one player this upcoming game. Got it?" Chad nodded, afraid. Nick let him go and addressed everyone in our vicinity. "Which one of you is Troy?"

Nick didn't even have to wait for an answer: I answered for him. I walked right up to Troy, said, "You broke your promise, Bolton. Unfortunately for you, Evans' don't break theirs." With that, I threw a right hook that'll make my father proud. Troy went down like a sack of potatoes. Everyone was too stunned to do anything except watch. Nick and Ryan watched, amused. To my surprise, Ryan busted out laughing. I whipped around to stare at my brothers and burst out laughing myself.

Ryan walked to stand over Troy's prone body while me, Nick, and the rest of Troy's stunned friends watched. Ryan bent down and said to a motionless Troy, "I'll forgive you one day, Troy, when my heart isn't hurting anymore. But not any day soon. I know you can't hear me but maybe Jason would like to tell you when you wake up. You two looked pretty cozy when I caught you two together so he'll do the honors." At his words, everyone turned as one to look at Jason Cross. He paled as he realized he had very angry boys' and girls' glaring at him.

I screamed, shocked, "IT WAS YOU?!"

It wasn't me who threw the punch this time; it was Ryan. Everyone looked as a second sack of potatoes went down. Ryan looked once more at Troy and said, "I still love you, though, you bastard."

He turned, grabbed my elbow, and we walked away, together, brother and sister, from the stunned crowd. Nick was laughing his ass off at the scene in front of him. He said to everyone, still laughing, "And that is how Evans' take their revenge."

He ran to catch up with the two of us as Gabriella and the gang tried to revive Troy. Good luck with that, Ms. Geek.

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Troy apologized to Ryan, though Ryan made him suffer for a long time before he took Troy back. To this day, they are still together, with an adopted daughter, whom, I might add, I spoil rotten. Hey, she's my only niece, so sue me. I am happy with the love of my life. Nick had introduced us when I visited him in Europe. I guess you're wondering if I'm living the wonderful life in Europe but I'm not. We moved back to Utah so I can be close to my family. Nick himself had found a great girl that I actually like. Surprise, surprise.

Everything had turned out for the better and Troy Bolton-Evans knew not to ever mess with me again.

Oh, and did I ever mention who I am? My name is Sharpay Elizabeth Evans and I will kick your ass if anyone so much as hurt my brother. I don't roll like that. Hah! That sounded so much like Gerard. Tootles!

A/N: I don't know where East High is so bare with me. Nick and Gerard are my very own characters. My first ever High School Musical fic so play nice.