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Forbidden Beauty
Chapter 7.
Sharpay woke up to the muffled sound of voices, somewhere in the house. She sat up in the bed, looking around for Troy's clock, to figure out what time it was. When she found it, the red numbers said 11:52pm, so it must be his parents coming home.
She found it weird, though; why would they be so loud? They knew that Troy would most likely be sleeping, and… She stiffened when the voices got louder.
"… a GIRL? … NOT acceptable!"
She froze in her bed, when she realized what was happening. Of course they'd gone to check on their son, normal parents did that, and then they'd seen her. She looked around the room.
They were both decent. Troy was wearing boxers and a shirt, and she was wearing Troy's t-shirt too. Could they really be angry by her just sleeping in the same bed as Troy…? She moved the covers and stepped onto the cold floor. She shivered, and grabbed one of Troy's sweatshirts, which was lying on the floor.
She pulled it over her head and slowly opened the door, not wanting to wake Troy. She stepped into the hallway, listening closely, to figure out where the noise came from. She knew she probably should go back to bed, instead of go confronting them, but she was Sharpay Evans, so that was not an option.
She followed the voices, as they got louder and louder, and stopped in front of a room, which she assumed was the master bedroom. She stepped as close to the wall as possible, and held her breath.
"…we cant just let him get away with this!" Coach Bolton argued, "We go away for one night and he brings a girl over, and we don't even know her!"
"I know, Jack!" a woman's voice said, "But they were just sleeping, maybe there is a perfectly good reason for her to be here…. Though, I find it weird, I thought he was dating Gabriella. If my boyfriend was sleeping in the same bed as another girl, I'd freak out."
"Yeah, and I think that…"
Sharpay stepped in front of the door, softly knocking on it. The grown-ups turned to face her, surprise written across their faces. Troy's mom was about to say something, when Sharpay spoke; "Sorry, I couldn't help overhear what you were talking about… because it was trying to." She paused and stuck out her hand, "Sharpay Evans."
Troy's mom took it, and nervously shook it, "Linda Bolton. Troy's mom."
Sharpay smiled and held her hand out to Coach Bolton, "Hey Coach." She giggled.
"Hey…" Coach Bolton said, shaking her hand, hard.
"Uhm…" Sharpay didn't exactly know how to put it. She knew she couldn't tell them the real reason as to why she spend the night with Troy, and what they'd been doing, and she couldn't tell them to mind their own business either. Under normal circumstances she would have done that, but she figured she had to stay on their good side, "I… I came here earlier to work on the history project with Troy. And then… my father called me and said that he had to go out of town, and he was already at the airport. I didn't bring my key so I couldn't get into my house at home. Troy offered me to stay here. We should probably have called and told you."
Mrs. Bolton got a huge smile on her face, and shot her husband a look, "It's okay. We just got home, and went to check on Troy. We got a little freaked out, because we didn't know you'd be here."
"Sorry," Sharpay said, acting like the good-girl in front of his parents. This was the way Gabriella would have acted, not the real Sharpay. Thank God she was such a wonderful actress. "I'll just go back to sleep, okay? And sorry for listening to your conversation again, I just felt like I had to explain myself."
The grown-ups nodded and Sharpay shot them one last smile, before leaving the room. She quickly made her way back to Troy's room, hoping that things wouldn't get too awkward the next morning, when she had to face them again. It would be a shame.
She stepped into the room and closed the door behind her, finding Troy still sleeping. She took off his sweatshirt and slowly tucked herself into the bed next to him, and snuggled up against his chest. As much as she hated to admit this; she was really starting to care for him. To like spending time with him.
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Troy woke up to the delicious smell of breakfast streaming through the house. He could smell bacon, and he could smell eggs. Was it pancakes he could smell too…? He licked his lips, and wanted to sit up in bed, but then he realized that he had something around him.
He turned to the side, and saw Sharpay lying there, her arms safely wrapped around his waist. Her head was practically lying on his chest, and she had a soft smile playing on her lips. He looked down at her eyelids, they were fluttering like crazy. She was probably having a dream.
He tucked a piece of her hair away from her face, and behind her ear. She looked like an angel, as she was lying there. So pure and innocent. Her hair looked like a halo, and her lips were tempting red, almost begging him to kiss them.
He didn't though. He slowly got rid of her arms and moved out of the bed, carefully. He didn't want to wake her. She was so peaceful. The school would freak if they saw her like this. The Ice Princess lying in his bed, looking so fragile. They would think it was her identical twin.
He pulled his sweatshirt over his head, and found that it, oddly, smelled like Sharpay. He sniffed in her scent. It was the Ralph Lauren perfume she always wore. He had really grown to like it. He looked at her one more time, before making his way downstairs to greet his parents and explain to them that he had a girl in the house.
He loudly made his way down the stairs, making sure they knew he was coming. He ran into the kitchen and hopped into a chair. "Morning mom!" he smiled, "Dad!"
"Good morning, Troy," Mrs. Bolton said, a mysterious smile on her face, "How did you sleep?"
"Good." Troy said, swallowing hard. She was acting weird. Did she know something he didn't…?
"So…" Coach Bolton said, folding his newspaper close, "We talked to Sharpay last night. She seems like a lovely girl."
Troy was surprised, "You talked to her?" he asked. Boy, he was in trouble. He had no idea how to talk himself out of this. If only he was such a smooth talker as Sharpay, or if… if she was there, then she'd be able to get them out of trouble.
"Yes," Mrs. Bolton said, pouring milk into his cup. "We got home last night and wanted to check on you, but we were surprised to find a blonde girl sleeping in your bed next to you. We didn't want to wake you, so we waited until we reached our own room to blow up, but she must have heard us arguing, because she knocked on the door, and told us why she was here. She apologised for not calling us."
Troy breathed a sigh of relief, "I didn't really think that far," he admitted, "I'm just glad you're not upset, and didn't kick her out."
"She seems like a sweet girl," Mrs. Bolton said, "Smart, funny, nice choice for a history partner."
"Yeah…" Troy said, thinking that she must be crazy not to mention exactly how beautiful Sharpay was. But it was because it was his mom and dad. They didn't talk about stuff like that, and he didn't know what they'd do to him if they ever found out about the stuff he and Sharpay had been doing last night.
Well, she had done most of the stuff, but still… It had felt really good.
"Is she still asleep?" Coach Bolton asked, taking a piece of bacon into his mouth.
"Yeah, should I go wake her?" Troy asked.
"Yeah, you know, we have meals together. I'll set another plate and… You go wake her!" Mrs. Bolton smiled.
Troy nodded and pushed his chair back. He made his way upstairs and into his room, where he found Sharpay, still sleeping. She was hugging his pillow now because he was gone, and she looked so damn cute. Weird, he'd never thought she was cute before, it had always been hot and beautiful… but no, this time she looked cute.
He couldn't resist, so he grabbed his new camera and snapped a couple of pictures of her. He'd made a folder with only pictures of her on his computer. Maybe he'd even put this as his wallpaper. He placed his camera on his desk again, and kneed down next to his bed.
He lightly placed his hands on her arms, and slowly shook her, waking her up from her slumber. "Sharpay…?" he said, "Sharpay… wake up. Breakfast is ready."
She slowly opened her eyes, revealing the brown chocolate colour that he'd grown to like so much. She groaned and pushed him away from her face. She popped up on her elbows and whined, "Bolton!? It's way too early!"
"No, Sharpay," Troy laughed, "It's 9:30., and my moms has cooked breakfast. It's time to go eat."
"Huh?" Sharpay mumbled, sitting totally up in the bed. She removed the covers, and stretched herself, "You mean… you sit down and eat breakfast together? Like a real family?"
"Yeah…" Troy said, "You never do that?"
Sharpay shook her head, "Sometimes I eat with Ryan, but we're almost never home at the same time, and my parents are working, so it's either alone, or with a maid."
"That's so sad." Troy said, sitting down next to her on the bed. He took her hand and softly stroke it, "My mom told me you talked to them? That's nice of you."
"Well, I just heard them argue, and they mentioned a girl, so I just figured…." She trailed off, "Anyway, let's go down to eat then!?"
Troy laughed and followed her out of his room. She was really outgoing. She didn't care that she had only talked to his parents once in her life, she just went into the kitchen, took a seat, and started chatting with them.
Sometimes Troy didn't know what to make of her. She was a mystery. In school she was really mean, and she was actually also really mean doing the time he spend with her, except a few times… When she was all sweet and giddy, and talking to him like he was an equal.
Troy just sat down opposite her, and watched her eat and talk. He didn't know why but… he was starting to care more for her than good was. He was starting to like spending time with her.
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"What is the worst pick-up line someone has ever used on you?" Troy questioned Sharpay, over their game.
"The worst pick-up line?" Sharpay wondered out loud, her eyes wandering over her cards. "Hmm, oh I know! Last summer, I was at the mall, and this guy came up to me and said;" she changed her voice to a deep one, "´Hey, I hope you have a good insurance, because you just made a bump in my jeans´!" she giggled, and got her voice back to normal, "I was like ´Get off me!´"
Troy laughed, "Oh, God! Why can I just picture that?"
"I dunno…" she mumbled, "Because I'm so damn gorgeous?"
Troy nodded, "Probably it, and you're real good.. with your mouth too."
"Yeah, I got that last night." Sharpay smiled, throwing her cards at the table, indicating the end of the game, "And by the way… don't tell anyone about that?"
"Why not?" Troy asked, teasing her, "Embarrassed?"
"God no!" Sharpay whined, "How many girls can claim to have given you a blow-job?" she suggestively crooked an eyebrow, in a manner only she could do, "Not that many, eh? Nah, it's just my boyfriend, he'll freak out."
"You have a boyfriend!?" Troy spat, his eyes wide.
"Yeah," Sharpay laughed, "You didn't know?"
Troy shook his head.
"Oh…" she paused, "It's nothing serious, really. We only get together sometimes when we want to fuck, but he'll still get pissed at me if he ever finds out I was with someone else. Last time, after I slept with Pete Smith, he freaked out on me, and made me promise not to do it again."
"You slept with Pete Smith!?" Troy exclaimed.
Sharpay shot him a weird look, "Yeah, around… three weeks ago or something… I dunno. It's not like I want to remember that night, it wasn't very good, if you know what I mean…?"
"Even the cards know what you mean." Troy said.
There was an awkward silence, where they just looked at each other, each thinking things over. Then Troy opened his mouth, wanting to say something, "Why don't you care that you cheat on your boyfriend? How can you just do that?"
Sharpay bit her lip, "It's not like I'm going to end up marrying one of them, eh? I mean… I want to have fun, and then later… when I get older, I can settle down. I would never cheat on the man I want to marry. Never."
"So you'll settle down once you're married?" Troy asked.
"I'll settle down the day I start going out with a guy, whom I believe can be a potential husband."
"Oh…" Troy trailed of, "And you haven't found him yet?"
"No." Sharpay simply replied, "But that would also be very weird. I mean, if I found my husband in the age of 15, right?"
"I guess you're right," Troy mumbled, playing with his fingers, "Not many people do that."
Sharpay shook her head, and looked at her watch, "Well…" she said, standing up from the chair, "I guess I'll head home, okay? Thanks for letting me stay here."
"Well, you did a pretty good thing for me too…" Troy teased, nudging her arm.
"Oh, you want me to do it again?" Sharpay questioned, not catching his drift, as they went into the hallway, standing in front of the door.
"No!" Troy said, "No… No, it was… it was nice, but nah. I'll see what else you have in store for me."
"Okay then!" Sharpay smiled, "I guess I'll see you Monday, huh?"
"Yeah," Troy said, not really knowing if he should opt for a hug, or not. He finally decided to do it. He leaned in a enveloped her in a friendly hug, and she didn't pull back. She awkwardly padded his back, and planted a kiss on his neck.
"Remember to use that pack of condoms soon." She whispered in his ear, quickly licking it for good measure.
Troy pulled back, not knowing what she meant. He had a confused look on his face, but Sharpay just smiled at him one last time and went out the front door. He watched her as she made her way down the front porch. One she reached the street, she turned around and blew him a kiss.
Troy laughed and closed the door behind him, making his way up to his room, he wondered what she might mean by that… Did she want him to get a girl, or what? Or did she think that he was ready to go back to Gabriella?
He sat down on his bed, taking the pack of condoms into his hand. He looked at it, deep in thought.
Yeah, Sharpay was a mystery.
Okay, hope you still like this. I know, this chapter was just kind of a filler, nothing really important happened. And yeah… Leave me a review, please? (but NOT if it's only to criticize me, and if you really feel the need to do so, leave your email so I can talk to you!) I'll be back soon with more.
Joey: All right, all right, all right, let's play one more time, ok? And remember, if I win you do not move to Paris.
Rachel: Ok! Can't believe I'm risking this again, but you're on! All right Joe, you remember the rules! Heads I win, tails you lose.
Joey: Just flip!
Rachel (she flips the coin): Ha, tails!
Joey: Damnit!
Lol, yeah… Tootles, Stessa xD