A/N: Sorry. I am the worst updater in history, and I understand that. I have just had so many exams that I have barley had time to turn my computer on. You can hate me if you want.

Sharpay's POV

Stupid f-ing band. I can't believe I've hired a rock band for my party, but when I think of Troy and his hands running through my hair and his heart beating next to mine it's all worth it. Truth is I'm in love with him. I can't control it because it's too strong. I can't stop thinking about him. I have to have him. And, anyways Gabriella Montez deserves it. All of it. Stupid bitch telling her friends that she hates me, how dare she do that to me, I am Sharpay Evans and I'm way more talented.

The band is sound checking. The bass it so heavy. I can feel it moving through my body. It's making me feel sick.

" Everybody say partaaaay!" Says the blonde who's holding a guitar. Sophia. I think.

"Do not give her any alcohol, her resistance is the size of an eggcup." That was Maia, the drummer, big curly hair. Defiantly Maia. I only know that because she's the one dating Troys little brother.

"An eggcup, no way, even smaller!" Said a brunette who is also clutching a guitar. I have no idea what her name is. Oh God, I don't know the names of the people playing at my own party, I love you Troy Bolton.

Now they're sound checking again.

"And now it's time for a short intermission" Says the forth and last member of the band, situated behind a keyboard. She has dark brown hair and looks younger than the others. Interesting group, wonder how they got together.

Here comes the bass again.

My party is going to be perfect. There are pink streamers hanging from the ceiling of my enormous ball room, with pink candles with fake flames everywhere. My dress is also perfect, it is dark pink that puffs out in a netted material (A/N: picture in profile.). It is perfect because I will look better that Gabriella and Troy will only see me. I will have Troy, I must have Troy I need him to love me to, he just has to.

All of the food is low fat. Obviously.

My butler, Piere walks up to me to tell me that the guests have began to arrive. I fake a smile and walk towards the entrance. I see the first guests. The party has begun.

*****

Gabriella's POV

"Shit," I muttered under my breath. Traffic, there is always traffic. It just isn't fair. Oh, wonderfull, there is that flashing, and that click. I bet Sharpay told them I was coming, and I have to come for my career, and the free alcohol. Woooohooooo!

I walked out of the car feeling rather beautiful. I was wearing a simple light pink dress that flowed just below my knee's (A/N: in profile.). I looked amazing. I knew that. The papz knew that and so did everyone else there. Watch our Sharpay! I'm hotter than you and I'm more fun than you when I'm drunk. And my car is faster, way faster. I hace no idea why she bought that rubbish, old BMW, nobody uses them anymore. Erg, I can't keep my head to the point. Opperation make Sharpay Evens life hell must start. I hitch my dress up a bit while they're taking photo's. That'll get their attention.

"Gabriella!"

"Oh, hot dress" They are so disrespectful.

"Gabs, baby!" I hear a familiar voice say from behind me. Must be Troy Hot Bolton. I turn to face him. and he raps his arms around my waist. mmmmm. Love him. Want him. Need him. Oh my gosh, these are the times when I realize how dirty my mind really is, although it is partiallty his fault. I am still revaling from yesterday and the super hot sex. Wooopeeee, I'm doing it again, there goes that dirty mind. I realise I have been staring at Troy for a while now, so I decide to speak!

"Hey you!" I reply, probably flirting to much, but what the hell, do I need to repeat my last rant?

"Somebody's eager." He replied in the same tone. How. Bloody. Hot. I must stay composed.

"Your so hot." I blurt out. Damn. He chuckles.

"You realize that the Papz are still here right?" Troy asks.

"Shit." I turn and pose.

Nothing compares to a quiet evening alone
Just the one to
I guess I'm counting on
That never happens I guess I'm dreaming again
Lets be more than
More than this_____.

"Yeah." I scream at the top of my voice. "GO Intermission!" Damn, I'm not even drunk yet! Maybe a little tipsy and I don't plan on talking to Sharpay until I an completely wasted.

"We're all done here, you got an awesome DJ next. Thank you!" Says Hannah, the brunette. As Chloe, the youngest makes a peace sign.

"Baby!" Shouts Maia, as she runs off the stage, towards her boyfriend, Dylan Bolton. (A/N: That name took me ages!)

"Don't go all Californian on me Maia." Shouts Sophia, walking after her. Maia runs.

Pretty colors. Piiiinnnnkkkkkk. More pink. More pink. More alcohol? Sure.

Troysie and I are dancing. It's fun. I like dancing with Troysie. He's my baby and I love him. I like parties too. But I like Troysie more. Because I love Troysie. I just like parties.

"Troysie. I love you. " I say to my baby. Who I love.

"Love you too babe."

"How much Troysie?"

"Lets just say I couldn't possibly love you more."

"Oh no. That's sad. Why won't you love me more?"

"That's not what I meant."

I turn round so my back is facing him and scoop a little lower. "Will that make you love me more?" No answer. I scoop lower still and press back into him. "How about that?"

Troys P.O.V

Oh. God. She's grinding me, in public. Not that I'm not grateful or anything, but this is Gabriella, and she's drunk, this could be full blown sex in a matter of minutes and I, as an attentive boyfriend, will not stop her.

When did she learn to. Oh my gosh this is. Please Gabriella, stop, or. Oh Gosh, I have a problem. Stupid male organs.

A/N: Once again I'm sorry that I'm such a crappy updater.

The next chapter is the party from Sharpay's P.O.V. And she means business.