Disclaimer; I don't own High School Musical, and I don't own the song "Butterflies Don't Lie", Kaci Brown does that.
Forbidden Beauty
Chapter 8.
Monday again.
It was exactly one week ago, he'd so pathetically asked for Sharpay's help. It was one week ago he'd had his first kiss, and found out that there was more to the Ice Princess than just her icy self.
It was one week ago, that his life had changed.
He entered the school like any other day. The news of his and Gabriella's break-up still hadn't reached people, because they acted like nothing had happened. And that was fine with him, because he didn't want their pity. Especially when he didn't need it.
He was looking forward to basket-ball practise. After all, he could chip in on their conversations now. He had experience. Well, not as much as the other boys, but he was hoping that it might happen for him soon. He'd thought about Sharpay's confession from their date-night. She'd said she'd like to fuck him, because he was hot. Did he have a problem with fucking her…?
No.
He looked around to find some of his friends, but they were all gathered around a locker, which actually… looked like Sharpay's. He hurried down there, curious to find out what was going on.
"What happened?" he nudged Chad in the side, wanting an explanation.
"Emma broke up with Zeke," Chad replied, "He's crushed, so Sharpay is comforting him. She's actually letting him cry on her shoulder. Maybe she ain't that bad."
"No, she isn't." Troy replied, tip-toeing to get a look at them. Chad was right. Zeke was literally hanging from Sharpay's shoulder, and he was actually sad. He was crying, but Sharpay didn't seem to mind. She was padding his back, and kissing his cheek.
"C'mon, Zeke…" she whispered, "If she doesn't want you, then she's an idiot, okay? She doesn't know what she's missing. You're a great guy, you'll find someone new. It's Emma, who's stupid not wanting to be with you."
"You didn't want to be with me either!" Zeke protested.
"Hey! Hey! Hey!" Sharpay spat, slightly pushing him away from her, "That's different, you cant compare these situations! You cant compare me to Emma…" she paused, "After all, I'm hotter, sweeter, and more good-looking."
Chad coughed next to him, covering up his laugh.
"Oh, I'm sorry, Danforth." Sharpay said, "Did you get something in you throat?"
Chad stuck his tongue out at her, and moved back, dragging Troy with him, "She's so mean. I mean, honestly, telling Zeke that is just… so insensitive."
"Well, that's Sharpay," Troy said, catching a glance of the hot blonde girl again, "She's just trying to help him, and I think Zeke is pretty happy… He's getting near her again, ain't he?"
"Well, it was what he wanted." Chad mumbled.
"What do you mean?" Troy asked, confused. He crooked an eyebrow, getting into his conversation with Chad.
"Well…" Chad trailed off, "He told me that he still had a hell of a lot of feelings for her;" he paused and added, "Don't ask me why, but he said that no other girl could compare to her, and that the sex with Emma was boring compared to the animal sex he'd had with Sharpay."
Troy shot him a weird look, not wanting to hear the details.
"Don't look at me that way, dude!" Chad exclaimed, "I'm just quoting him!"
Troy rolled his eyes, and walked away from Chad again, needing to settle his thoughts. The feeling he just got when Chad told about Zeke's thoughts was… not welcomed. He hadn't felt that way before, and he was pretty sure it was jealousy. He approached his locker, and opened it up, getting his books for first period.
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They had set up camp again. Just like last Monday. Troy didn't know why, but every time their Coach wasn't there, they didn't play basketball. They loved the game, and all, but not as much as they loved girls and sex.
"We just did it last Friday." Jason told them, taking a sip of his water.
Chad burst out laughing, "I just cant imagine you guys kissing or anything! Kelsi is like, way too… I dunno, shy?"
"She's not shy!" Jason argued, rolling his eyes.
Troy laughed and turned to Zeke, "What about you Zeke? You seem happier now than this morning?"
"Yeah, well," Zeke said, shooting them a huge smile, "Emma was fine and all, but I'm glad it's over, because I can tell that Sharpay wants to go out with me again."
"Dude," Troy said, "You know, she has a boyfriend."
"She does?" Zeke was surprised, "Who?"
"I don't know…" Troy said, "But she just told me that she has."
"But she cant have!" Zeke said, "If she did have one, she wouldn't have told me to call her if I needed anything. She told me she'd be happy to comfort me!"
"Well, it's not like she hasn't cheated on him already," Troy murmured, "She slept with Pete Smith three weeks ago."
The team burst out laughing, and then Chad started telling them all, about Taylor, and how wonderful she is, while Troy's mind wandered to the stuff Zeke had just told them.
Comfort could mean a lot, but knowing Sharpay, it was probably a blow-job, hand-job or even sex for real. He hated the fact that Zeke had seen that side of her, and he would hate everything, if Sharpay actually ended up comforting him for real, using her power.
What did Zeke have that he didn't? Why would she want to sleep with him? Well, she was probably horny or something. But still! It was unfair. He was just as good, and he Goddamn wanted to fuck her! The only problem was… He had to tell her. He really had to tell her how he felt, because the feelings he had for her had gotten beyond friendship, and he knew she ought to know.
If just he wasn't so scared of being rejected. And if she did decide that she wanted to sleep with him too, then it would probably just be for the hell of it, and not because she liked him too. He knew it was hard to think that way, but it was the truth, Sharpay was just that kind of girl, and there was nothing he could do about it. That was why he told himself to get out of it now, to blow off their deal, and blow off their friendship, before he got hurt. Before he fell in too deep.
But he just couldn't do it.
He wanted to, but he liked spending time with her so much. He liked everything about her. It wasn't just that she was stop-breathing, drop-dead gorgeous, had an amazing mouth, great sexual abilities and a hot body. She was also sweeter than most people believed. There wasn't a doll moment with her, because she always had some crazy conversational subject to discuss, and her snide marks, which most people would consider rude, was actually funny, because somehow, they were all true.
When she told Chad that his hair looked like a poodle, it wasn't just because she was trying to be mean and funny, it was because it was the truth. Chad's hair did look like a poodle. The same went for Taylor, when Sharpay told her she was nerdy. Taylor was kinda nerdy, so it wasn't just to be mean.
Troy had come to realize that Sharpay was just really truthful, funny and a joy to be with. And he didn't want that to end. He wanted to spend time with her, but somehow… it was dangerous territory.
He wanted to fuck her so bad. He wanted to scream it on top of his lungs. He wanted the whole world to know that he felt that way about her, because it was her, and it was so much. He couldn't take it inside his body. He couldn't hold it in, he needed to sleep with her. No, scratch that. He needed her.
Troy stood up from his seat on the floor and excused himself to the rest of the team. Now he needed to see her. It was that bad. He quickly got changed and packed his backs. He hoped he could get himself to tell her how he felt, and he hoped that she'd made some ridiculous things up for them to do today. Like, shower together, or… or dance around naked.
He. Needed. Her.
Now.
He threw his bag into his car and hurriedly found a seat himself. He started the car, and quickly drove out of the school's parking lot. The ride to her house went slow, but that was probably because he was looking forward to seeing her. He hated himself for that, because he wasn't supposed feel that way. He wasn't even supposed to feel jealous when Zeke talked about her, and he wasn't supposed to want to fuck her!
He couldn't understand himself. He'd never been one of those guys. He'd never really looked at girl and thought ´God, it would be nice to do her!´, but he supposed that there must be a first time for everything.
As he finally reached her house, he parked his car in the driveway, and made his way to the front door. He looked at it for awhile. They had planned on getting together, so it wasn't just a surprise visit, but he wondered if she'd see the change in him. She was weird that way, so maybe she would.
He took a deep breath and knocked on the door, calmly waiting for someone to open. He was a bit early, because he'd left practise, but it wasn't that bad.
Finally, after what felt like forever, the door was opened, to reveal a tall, blonde man, with blue eyes. Troy had never met Mr. Evans before, but there was no doubt in his mind – this was him.
"Yes?"
"Uhm, hi. Is Sharpay home?" Troy nervously chipped, fidgeting.
Mr. Evans gave him the up-and-down look and lifted an eyebrow, "Yes…" he trailed off, "Come on in."
"Thanks," Troy smiled, stepping into the house, suddenly afraid to do any damage to the hard wooden floor, or maybe make a noise or something, "I'm Troy Bolton."
"Yeah," Mr. Evans said, "Another one."
"Uhm… What's that supposed to mean?"
"I'm not stupid, Bolton." Mr. Evans said, and Troy immediately knew where Sharpay had gotten her hard voice and the use of people's last names from, "I know I have an extremely beautiful daughter. And don't think I don't know what all you guys do when you visit her. Sharpay never covers anything up, and I know why you're here. She's upstairs. Just follow her voice,"
And before Troy managed to tell him differently of his being there, Mr. Evans had left the hall, leaving Troy all by himself. Troy swallowed a big lump in his throat, and kicked off his shoes. He went up the big stairwell, following the sound of a piano playing, and Sharpay's voice, just like Mr. Evans had told him to.
He went down the hall, and passed Sharpay's room, still following her beautiful voice. Right now she was humming along with the piano, but now and then the sound stopped. Two seconds later it would continue again.
Troy stopped in front of the room. The door was open, and he looked into a big acoustic room. It was filled with instruments, and Sharpay was sitting in the other end of the room, by a big old piano. Right now, she didn't play, but she was making small notes on a piece of paper.
She looked beautiful, as she sat there in the faint light, and he couldn't believe that she was actually the kind of person she was. As she sat there, she almost looked… normal.
He cleared his throat, and Sharpay immediately turned around, a startled look in her eyes. She smiled though, when he realized that it was him. She waved him towards her, and he made his way across the room, and sat down beside her on the little bench.
"Your dad let me in," Troy whispered, "By the way, he's a pleasant man."
Sharpay giggled a little, "Well, that's daddy. He's always like that," she whispered too, but then she paused, "Why are we whispering?"
"I don't know…" Troy smiled, but then he broke out laughing. Sharpay quickly joined him, and they were having a laughing fit together. It made a huge noise, since the room was so acoustic. It was almost like echo.
They calmed down, and Troy looked at the piece of paper, with Sharpay's handwriting neatly placed across it. He crooked an eyebrow and looked at her, "What are you writing?"
Sharpay quickly grabbed the paper, and showed it away from him, blushing. Oh, wait… Did Sharpay just BLUSH? "It's… nothing," she said, her cheeks getting redder and redder.
"What is it?" Troy asked, trying to get the piece of paper from her, "Tell me what it is! Is it a song…?"
"No!" Sharpay quickly said, still fighting against his strong hands, as he tried to get them around her, to get the piece of paper.
"It's a song!" Troy teased. She said ´no´ so fast that it had to be. "Give it!"
"No!"
"C'mon, let me see!" Troy said, and finally, he got a hold of both her arms and therefore, he was able to grab the paper. He took the sheet of paper and started to move away from Sharpay, to be able to read it. "You walk by and my heart beats. A thousand times at once it seems. And every time you look at me…" Troy paused and took another look at the paper, "…I have to tell myself to breathe."
He looked surprised, as his eyes went down the lines, "This is amazing, Sharpay… Did you write this?"
Sharpay looked up from her seat, where she'd hidden her face in her hands, another blush creeping into her features, "Yeah…" she trailed off.
"I had no idea you could write like that!" Troy said, approaching her again. He sat down beside her on the bench and placed the sheet of paper in her hands, "It is really beautiful."
"It's not quite done," Sharpay smiled, "I still need the last part, the first just flew from me when I got home from school, but the end wont come to me."
"Let me see, maybe I can help?" Troy suggested.
"No, Troy…" Sharpay shook her head, "My songs are really personal, and you shouldn't even have read that in the first place! It's the way I get my feelings out, and every time I write lyrics, it has a meaning, ok? And don't make fun of me, or I'll kill you!"
"Hey, I wont make fun of you!" Troy said, "I wont tell anyone, I swear! I think it's really beautiful, it's deep. And those lyrics there," he flipped the paper with a finger, "Those are amazingly beautiful."
"You really think so?" Sharpay asked.
"I really do."
"Okay…" Sharpay shot him a huge smile, and for once he knew it wasn't fake, "But then… you can help me? But only if you have something to say with it!"
"I have a lot to say, but I don't want to ruin it." Troy said, "Can't you play the song for me? And sing too?"
"Okay," Sharpay said, making a tough decision, "Stay quiet." She cracked her fingers and placed them at the keys, pressing a few ones, before she begun to sing;
"You walk by and my heart beats
A thousand times at once it seems
And every time you look at me
I have to tell myself to breathe
With just a smile you capture me, and I start to melt
Emotions then take over me like I've never felt
I could tell me heart each time
It isn't love, you're just some guy
There's nothing there and what I feel
Is in my head, it isn't real
But I can't deny, can't even try
Cause I know inside, butterflies don't lie
Is there a chance you could be mine
If I let you see inside
Or do you love somebody else
Should I keep this to myself
I could risk a broken heart by telling you the truth
Or I could keep my secret safe and when I see you
I could tell me heart each time
It isn't love, you're just some guy
There's nothing there and what I feel
Is in my head, it isn't real
But I can't deny, can't even try
Cause I know inside, butterflies don't lie"
She paused, and sighed. Then she stopped playing, and turned to look at Troy. He was just looking at her in awe, he'd never heard anything more beautiful than that. The words were beautiful, and sung by Sharpay, who really meant what she was singing, he could tell, it was perfect.
"And I'm lost," she said, "It cant end there, it needs something, don't you think?"
Troy took a breath and sang a few words, which had been on his mind, since she started singing;
"Once again there you are
Anxiousness, nervous heart
Butterflies fluttering
Can only mean one thing…"
Sharpay's jaw was at the floor, as she blinked a few times, "Did you just come up with that?"
"Yeah…"
"How?"
"I dunno…" Troy muttered, but he knew how. It was how he felt when he was with her, "Just how I feel, I guess…"
"It fits perfectly!" Sharpay muttered, "After that, it could fade right into the refrain again, and that's the end of the song!… can I…" she trailed off, "Can I have it?"
Troy shot her a smile, "Of course you can, I'm never gonna use it anyway!"
Sharpay's face lit up, and that was why he gave it to her; to see her become happy. She leaned in and gave him a hug, squeezing him to death, "Thank you so much, Troy!" she whispered, softly kissing his face everywhere.
Troy couldn't understand what was happening. She didn't act like Sharpay. She hadn't made one rude snide mark since he stepped in, and on an ordinary day she would have been around at least 10 by now. But it was probably because of the song. He could tell she must have been really emotional when she'd started writing it, and she wasn't quite done when he came.
"Well then!" Sharpay said, after having finished writing the lyrics on paper, "I guess you're here for one thing, right Troy? All days must be the same, eh?" she stood up from the bench and made her way towards the door. She turned around and looked at him, still sitting on the bench, "Coming, slow cat?"
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"I just don't have an idea to how we're gonna represent this!" Troy said, throwing his arms dramatically into the air. Spending time with Sharpay rubbed off, "And we're so far behind! We wont make it in time!"
"Take a chill pill, Bolton!" Sharpay sneered, throwing a pencil at him, "We have plenty of time, don't worry!"
"How can you say that, when it's so soon!?" Troy exclaimed, popping down next to her on her bed, where she was lying. She was pretending to read, but Troy didn't need to know that.
"Oh come on, Bolton! Don't be such a goodie-goodie. You're paired up with Sharpay Evans, remember? She has a solution for everything. You have nothing to worry about, I'll fix something up and our presentation will blow them all away. After all, my work always blow people away, I guess that's a part of being fabulous."
Troy rolled his eyes, "I liked the other Sharpay better. She was not so rude."
Sharpay was about to answer, when her cell phone went off. She threw a quick glance at Troy and grabbed it from her night table. She placed it against her left ear and answered, "Yeah?" pause, "Yeah, of course," she rolled her eyes, "I'll be there right away. No! You're not interrupting anything." she paused again and giggled, "I'm sure, yeah, I'll see you in a few. Stay put, and wait for me. Bye!" she closed the phone and turned to look at Troy.
"Who was it?" he asked, knowing she was about to kick him out.
Sharpay bit her lip, "Zeke… apparently comfort cant wait until later, so I'm afraid we're gonna have to cut today short. We'll work harder tomorrow though."
"C'mon, I'm getting into this right now!" Troy whined. He couldn't let her go off to Zeke, he couldn't! He knew what would happen, and he didn't want that to happen! He couldn't let it happen!
"Troy, move your butt away from my bed, and out of my house," Sharpay said, getting her point across, "Or do I have to kick your butt?"
Troy quickly stood out of her bed, and made his way out of the room, Sharpay right behind him. They parted ways outside in front of their cars, without further words. Troy got into his car, and Sharpay got into hers.
It was like they hadn't just spend their afternoon together.
Yup, I know, nothing really juicy in this chapter either, but don't get too disappointed, I'm making my way towards the next entry; which will be next chapter, probably. Please do leave me a review, though. Because I love them.
Monica: Would you let it go? It's not that big a deal.
Ross: Not that big a deal? It's amazing. Ok, you just reach in there, there's one little manoeuvre, and bam, a bra right out the sleeve. All right, as far as I'm concerned, there is nothing a guy can do that even comes close. Am I right?
Rachel: Come on! You guys can pee standing up.
Chandler: We can? All right, I'm tryin' that.
Joey: Ok, you know what blows my mind? Women can see breasts any time they want. You just look down and there they are. How you get any work done is beyond me.
Phoebe: Oh, ok, you know what I don't get? The way guys can do so many mean things, and then not even care.
(Long pause.)
Ross: Multiple orgasms!
Lol, I'll catch you later guys, tootles, Stessa x3