Warning! This Chapter contains a sex scene, though not disgustingly graphic, I would like to forewarn all audiences that it is inappropriate for children. Read with caution. So if you're nine years old, please, do me a favor and don't read this.

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I have to stop stealing from Andrea, I'm taking E from her room as much as four times a week, I haven't tried the blow yet. She already is figuring out how that it was disappearing, but she has so fucking much of it. Why can't she share? She gets it free from that shady Kimmel who dealt with his uncle.

I need to find some other way to get it; East High was relatively drug free though there was some marijuana drifting around. Principal Matsui often brags about how his school was the cleanest in Alberque.

I would never ask Andrea in a million years. I don't know why, it makes me uncomfortable to think we both use the same shit and act as if we don't to each other.

So, I need to do some scouting if I'm going to find my own source. I start hanging out nearby the skaters when Troy and no one else really was paying attention. I listen to their burned out conversation, hoping for some information and receive very little.

Mostly they talk about skateboard stunts and Sharpay's ass, but one afternoon I hit the jackpot.

Dylan McCoy is standing a little conspicuously by the men's bathroom doorway, glancing around, his jacket clutched around him. I pause and kneel down and begin rummaging through my pack so it doesn't look like I was spying. And a couple of guys come out of the bathroom, eyes red, and they high five with Dylan. "Yo, that stuff is the shit, man! Can you get more?" one skinny skater with emo hair says.

Dylan smirks, "Course, dude, but let me check up with my friend. But I can get you more by Thursday." This pleases the skater. They do some more high fiving and fist thumping and leave. Dylan stands there a few more seconds, probably making sure the coast was clear. Then, he too takes off down the hall.

As soon as he's gone, I run into the bathroom, the door swinging shut behind me. Shit! The room is so smoky it's fogging the mirrors, the stalls are all open, and the toilets all look thoroughly puked in. Someone smoked it up too fast. Lightweights.

I need to get some of this stuff; I don't really know Dylan all that well. He is little creepy and quiet, but hey, if he's willing to sell me stuff at five bucks a hit, then he's my new best friend.

He said Thursday, today was Monday. I'll ask him tomorrow, and maybe he'd cut me into the deal too.

I can't wait.

I go to class smiling and Troy asks me what I'm so stoked about, and all I can do is grin and shake my head.

HSMHSMHSMHSMHSMHSMHSMHSMHSMHSMHSMHSMHSMHSMHSMHSMHSMHMHSMHSMHSMHSMHSMHS

Thursday does not well. I'm mouthy to Ms Darbus and I guess it's gotten worse because when I call her a tyrannical bitch; she draws the line and sends me to detention.

Dammit, now when we I find time to see Dylan?

I'm totally angry when Ms Darbus assigns me to wash equipment when I show up at the theatre. There's millions and millions of sticky paintbrushes covered with gray and green paint and tons of paint splattered sheets and rollers. Coach Bolton is gonna have a cow when he doesn't see me in practice. I know he will.

Shit. Shit. Shit.

But I have to admit, there's a bonus to this long afternoon, Sharpay is the only other one down here and is practicing her solo backstage, fluttering her arms as she paces around, holding her sheet music. She sings really well actually, no lie. And dayyyyuuum! That silvery micro mini she is wearing has got me sprung!

But I have to pretend to be normal so I sit by the sink, pouring hot water over the brushes when I hear her speak to me.

"You!" not exactly polite but when was she ever known for it?

I turn, "What?"

I notice she rubs her lips together a lot, like smoothing her lip-gloss of something. It's sexy.

"Are you in detention?" she asks.

"No, I'm here because I loooove musicals!" I say sarcastically. "Shit, yes, I'm here on detention!"

She folds her arms, "Well, then, why did Darbus bail?"

What? "She's up there." I jerk my thumb upwards, referencing to the stage floor above our heads.

She shakes her long mane of hair; I watch it cascade around her shoulders like a golden waterfall.

"Uh, no, Mr. Humongous Hair, she's not. She left early."

Oh, shit! "Yes!" I say happily!

She rolls her eyes, and says as she sees me wipe my hands quickly and grab my pack, "What's your hurry? You know that you'll get in trouble if you don't finish."

I fake a glare, "You won't tell." I say.

She smirks, her lips smearing together, enhancing their shine. "Maybe I'll will!"

I stop, fuck yeah, she will, I drop my pack again. Shit. "Maybe, I'll kill you." I say, my tone mock threatening.

She laughs. Whoa, did not expect that one. If I pulled that one on Taylor, she would've flipped.

I'm realizing more and more that Sharpay is a lot cooler. I've never gotten a one on one before and I like it. She's hotter, much more relaxed, and funnier. Her sense of humor matches mine. It's refreshing. I feel bolder; maybe even the tiniest bit flirtatious.

"Oh, what will you do with my body?" she teases, I walk up to her slowly and she looks at me with those big brown eyes. I circle around her like a lion on its prey. "Maybe, I'll dump it off a bridge." I say. She shakes her head again and I get a whiff of her perfume, not cinnamon like Taylor, but a bright tropical scent. Like Hawaiian flowers or something or grapefruit.

"How uncreative you are." She chides. I stand behind her and think, "Then, I'll stuff you in the trunk of my car, drive out of the state, and bury you in some random spot."

She makes a "Tssk" sound, "You don't have a car." She says.

"Fuck, how'd you know that?" I'm incredulous, does she really know everyone's business like that. She turns and faces me and suddenly, we're really close, I see the tiny freckles on the bridge of her nose.

"It's common knowledge." She says simply.

I shrug, "Whatever."

She brushes past me, perches on a tiny stool and crosses her legs; I see the folds of her dress ride up, showing me that gorgeous thigh. I'm still staring at those killer legs when she says, "So, why don't you buy one?"

I scoff, "Not everyone is a princess." I retort.

She waves that one aside as she digs through her tiny sequined purse for something. "Well, earn up some money then, fucker." She says smoothly. I'm shocked and painfully turned on by hearing her swear. I wish Taylor would talk dirty. Shit, why am I comparing everything to Taylor?

"I can't." I reply. She finds a pack of Marlboro's and a pink glittery lighter, she lights one and takes a deep drag, making me crave one. She looks up and me and exhales, and the smoke swirls around her face, framing it. It's actually beautiful.

"Why can't you save? What are you blowing you money on? Your girlfriend?"

Her mentioning of Taylor sudden jolts me to reality. Makes me ashamed of the imagery that had been going on in my head the past few minutes.

"No, I don't spend one dime on her." I say, half bitterness, half embarrassment.

She smiles, and the long thin white cigarette dangles from her pink shiny lips and looks so perfect. Smoking fits Sharpay, her badass bitchy persona. It's sexy and smoky. Literally.

"Then what is sucking your money?" she asks.

I shrug, go, and sit down beside her on a lower stool, she looks down at me, and I see a mole on her neck. It looks good. Her legs shift beside me, if I got in front of her on my knees, I'd be able to see up her skirt.

"Do you have a job?" she wants to know.

"No." her questions make me feel sulky.

"Are you gonna get one?"

"Have to." I say, sighing.

"What for?" she wants to know, I smell her breath, so delicious and toxic.

I don't say anything.

"A car?"

I shake my head.

"Taylor?" a more vigorous shake, she laughs.

"What then? Can't be college. You bonehead athletes don't study." she takes another drag and lets it pour from her nose, and my forehead burns with humiliation at her degrading remark.

"Drugs." I finally say simply, deciding that I'd tell her.

Her thin eyebrows rise for a particle of a second and then she grins.

"I didn't know basketball boys smoked it up! Here, take this, breath deep, life's short." She offers me her smoke; I take it gratefully and suck in the sweet nicotine into my lungs.

"Will precious Coach be angry?" she says mischievously. I don't like her talking about basketball like that. She makes it sound juvenile, but basketball is one of the few things that I can say that I love and is always there for me.

"Probably." I say, trying to sound nonchalant.

She giggles, and puts her hand on my arm.

Wow, fuck, contact, minimal but significant.

In that leap, I am more ready to have sex than I ever have been in my entire life. More turned on than any other date with Taylor, or time I watched high quality porn. This is it, the tiger is out.

I can't possibly be any more turned on, her long slender hand on my forearm, her glossy nails against my skin. Her breath, her scent, her laugh, her legs, oh God, I won't be able to make it out of this one with out a dark spot on my jeans.

She knows. I know she knows. She knows that I know that she knows.

She takes her hand off.

Fuuuuuucccck.

I take a deep breath and stub the cigarette out. I stand and grab my pack, "Better go." I mumble.

I head for the door.

"I won't tell." She says, I turn, "Thanks."

"About the drugs." She explains.

"Oh, ok, thanks, yeah, it'd be better if that was kept under the hood, ya know." Shit, if anything leaks, Coach finds out, I'm history.

She nods; her eyes cast downward, her knees presses together, her black velvety headband holding her hair out of her face. I wanna see her hair in her face.

I turn again, start up the steps, and get three steps up when she says loudly, "Are you a virgin?"

Shit, she's forward. I remain with my back to her.

"No." I lie.

"Taylor is." She tells me.

"Duh, we've never gotten it on." I say rather harshly, I don't like her knowing so much.

"What an uptight bitch. I know Zeke would go crazy if I didn't bang him." Oh, shit, yeah, she still goes out with Zeke! I totally forgot! They're always smiling, holding hands, eating lunch together, being all cute and couply like Troy and Gabriella.

"I know, she is an uptight bitch." I quote her while turning to face her, it feels so effing good to hear someone say that. Someone else speak the words that have been heavy on my mind for months. Finally, someone agrees with me. No more, "Oh, she's a good girl!" or, "Don't rush stuff so much!"

Sharpay pauses, I can tell she's thinking of ways to keep me down her. What the fuck for? As far as I see it, she's in a great relationship with Zeke, so why is she playing with me?

"Do you like Zeke?" I'm asking the awkward questions this time. She smiles, "I love him." She replies, no hesitation whatsoever. Ok, I won't lie, I'm disappointed.

"Who did you lose your virginity to?" she asks.

"Tossed that fucking hot potato with a cheerleader, forgot her name." I say easily, I wonder if she'll go snooping around and try to find out.

She nods, and then I see her eyes rake over me. She's checking me out! No joke, I've seen that look before, on other girls. The eyes go up and down, and they purse their lips thoughtfully. First my hair, then my chest, then my ass, then my shoes. Over and over again.

But this time, Sharpay's eyes on the bulge in my pants.

It's humiliating but invigorating.

"What are you looking at?" I demand

"Your cock." She says, so vulgar that I'm blushing crimson.

"You love Zeke's cock." I say back, hoping to inject some sanity to the conversation.

"And I like yours too." She whispers, she looks so crazy sexy, her eyes bright, voice low, chest heaving slightly.

"And I bet you'll like my vagina better than slutty cheerleader's." she says, stepping forward.

My heart is pounding so hard that I feel like I'm suffocating. "Who's talking about sluts?" I shoot back. She smiles and slides her tongue over her lips maliciously.

"I don't care." She says.

"I know you don't." I wheeze.

She's coming closer all the while, approaching me on the stairs, so painfully slowly. I half expect her to rip her clothes off in a frenzy and come at me like an animal in heat.

But she stops when she gets to the foot of the stairs, we stare into each other's eyes for the longest time. My breathing quickens and I feel like all the morality in the world should go to hell because I've never wanted to sleep with a girl so bad.

But we're in school, Darbus could come back and find us, I have Taylor, she has Zeke, and I'm telling lies mixed with crazy true shit that I haven't told anyone before.

Then, abruptly, she turns and goes back to her stool. She smoothes her hair and sits back down daintily, snapping her purse shut.

I blink, ok, now what? I come down the rest of the steps haltingly, never breaking my gaze from her.

"What the fuck?" I say, my voice hoarse with lust. She looks like she's thinking about something very intensely for a minute.

"Where were you gonna get your drugs from?" she asks out of the blue.

"Oh, uh, Dylan." I blurt out, all disoriented, and shit from our previous dialogue.

"McCoy?" she sneers, "All he has is weed, he doesn't have anything decent."

"What do you got?" I ask, feeling a jump of excitement at the thought of getting high at last for the first time all week.

She grins and beckons me to come to her, I go obediently to her side as she fishes around in her purse for a second and then pulls out a bunch of different colored tablets in a baggie exactly like Andrea's. My stomach jumps, "What's that?" I ask.

"Just swallow it, and then ask." She orders me, dropping a couple in my hand. I dry swallow them and watch her do the same.

She smiles and tucks the baggie back into her purse.

"Now, we're both gonna be smashed as hell so maybe, if I'm lucky, you won't remember what I do to you and no one's the wiser!" she laughs, and she wraps her arms around my neck.

And kisses.

Hard. With tongue.

And with a gasp, I'm lost.

In less then a second, I'm completely absorbed in Sharpay. The passion, the lust, the raw wrongness of it all. I'm so hungry for her that I nearly bite her lips off and she responds with equal enthusiasm. I push her up against the wall, and I let my hands rove. Over her clothed breast, over her thighs, her neck, her hair, I'm touching everything, and she isn't stopping me! It feels so good I could cry.

Why the fuck has Taylor been holding out on me? Shit, if we were doing this every weekend, there's no way in hell that I'd ever leave her.

Shit, I push Taylor out of my head and work on maintaining dominance in our kisses. Sharpay is one aggressive tonsil hockey player and it's actually hard holding my own. I smile into her mouth and then nip at her chin, cheeks, and neck.

Her hands trail down my jeans, and she does her magic. I moan, oh the delicious heat, the warm wetness of her mouth, her heavy breathing. I whimper, "Babe, babe, babe. Ugh, don't stop, please, oh God." And she giggles into my neck, making every square inch of me sweat

I don't think I can ever stop.

And I didn't.

Boxers fell, skirt came up.

And I lost my virginity to her.

To Sharpay Evans. My fifth grade crush.

In the lower stage part of the theatre, against the cement wall.

With me thinking about Taylor and with Sharpay, East High's Ice Queen, moaning obscenities in my ear.

It was unreal. No fucking lie.

Hey hey! One of my first real sex scenes! I'm sorry for all of you who were hoping for a NC17 rating or something but I wanted to keep this as undetailed as possible so that you all can let your imaginations run wild. Review and tell me if you hate it or not!