Code Boy
Chapter Four: Dance
"Sharpay, you do know you're overreacting, right?" Gabriella said, as Sharpay paced in front of her.
Sharpay rolled her eyes and scoffed, "I am not. Didn't you see the way he was looking at me? He knows something. Something that I should know about. I'm sure of it."
Gabriella sighed before turning away from Sharpay and grabbing the weekly magazine of Bittersweet. "Whatever."
. . . . .
Troy walked straight ahead, trailing slightly behind Sharpay as they made their way to the C&A classroom.
Troy got into step with Sharpay and watched as she walked independently, her head held high; her posture straight and perfect.
"So-oo, what class are we going to again?" He asked, his head turning to her. She diverted her eyes to him.
"Culture and Assimilation." She said, her voice nicely strung as the waves of voices crashed from every direction.
He nodded, before chuckling; "You're joking right?"
She turned to face him, seeing the smirk on his face, she smirked back. "Do I look like I'm joking, Bolton?"
Troy's eyes brightened, her voice was threatening a challenge. "Not at all, Evans. Just a mere opinion is all."
Sharpay rolled her eyes and turned the corner and into the Arts Wing.
"Culture is actually pretty important in our world if you haven't noticed. We are supposed to be able to blend into any culture and actually pull it off. Assimilation isn't all about good graces." She sighed and got to the door of the classroom. "It's actually a matter of life or death if you put it in a realistic way."
Once they stepped into the classroom, they saw that all the chairs and circular tables had been brought closer together so that the room was large enough to be a ball room. A single white piano was in the center, a single rose vase was set at its base and Ms. Heatherette stood there, one pale white hand laid on the keys of the piano; the red shawl she had worn was perfectly thrown across her shoulders and neck; and the white shirt dress she had worn hugged her perfectly middle-aged body.
"Today, ladies and gentlemen! We dance!"
Troy chuckled and Sharpay groaned as he leaned in and whispered in her ear, "Yes, a true matter of life and or death."
. . . . .
Sharpay watched as Ms. Heatherette and Dr. Jacobson, from the Science Wing, danced in front of them. All the twenty students were sitting down, pair by pair, at the tables set behind the two teachers.
Each were in awe at how the two moved in such rhythm and silkiness.
The music ended and the two bowed at each other. Ms. Beaufort smiled and turned to the students.
"And that is the waltz. So let's see if you are able to do this then we will be off to the Cha Cha."
She clapped twice and everyone stood up, taking their partners hands.
And lucky Sharpay, she got Troy.
Sharpay smiled kindly at him as Ms. Heatherette came to place Troy's hands in one of Sharpay's and the other below her elbow, onto her waist. Sharpay placed one hand on his shoulder and the other enveloped into his.
Ms. Heatherette nodded and closed her eyes as the pianist started again. "Now, dance." Troy smiled at Sharpay as he twirled them around and started dancing. The class stopped and stared at the two. Sharpay just smiled and danced, like she had done for years prior to attending the school.
The stopped as the piano faded and the class erupted into a applause. Sharpay and Troy separated and bowed.
Ms. Heatherette smiled brightly, "Why, what a wonderful performance. Now, class this is how you dance the waltz. Mister Bolton and Miss Evans you may be seated clearly you have learned this prior to this day,"
Troy and Sharpay nodded before taking their seats once again. Sharpay groaned as Troy smirked the whole time staring her down.
"You do know that if you don't start looking at me, I won't stop looking at you." Troy said, his mouth fluttering close to her ear.
Sharpay gasped and jumped away. "What do you want from me, hm?"
Troy shrugged, "We do get a free day tomorrow, how 'bout we go down to the movies?"
Sharpay rolled her eyes, and laughed. "Now, you must be joking right?"
Troy stared at her, his eyes holding no sign of cockiness.
"You really want me to go with you?"
He nodded.
"What if I don't want to go?"
"Then we'll go where you want to go." He said as if it made perfect sense.
"Define we?"
Troy stared at her. "You and me. Seriously Evans, I know your hair is blonde but I didn't know you were an actual blonde."
Sharpay scoffed and pushed his raw spot.
"Fuck."
"Miss Evans!" Sharpay turned and saw Ms. Heatherette come to a stop in front of their table. "Please apologize to Mister Bolton this instant."
Sharpay nodded and smiled perfectly fake, "Oh, Mister Bolton. How terrible of I, I apologize for my rudeness. It didn't hurt did it?"
Troy cringed at the pain as he doubled over in his seat. "No, not at all."
And like that he recovered.
Ms. Heatherette nodded and walked back to the other students.
Sharpay narrowed her eyes, "You recovered rather quickly, are you sure you're a boy?"
Troy laughed sarcastically before brightening. "I sure am. But if you don't believe it, want to take a look?"
Sharpay grimaced at the thought and turned away as Troy chuckled. "Thought so."
TBC.
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Elliejoyceejo.
DISCLAIM: no copyright flames, this is only for the pleasure of writing and the spread of knowledge and also i do not own a pair of black ears to be able to own this cast and franchise. PEACE!