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Forbidden Beauty
Chapter 10.
The talent show was being held Friday, next week. That meant, Troy only had a little more than a week to figure out what to sing. He wanted to sing a song with a meaning to it. A song who told people how he felt, kinda like the way Sharpay had sung ´Butterflies Don't Lie´ a couple of days ago, when they'd been sitting by the piano.
He wanted to choose a song which could get a point across. What point he wanted to get across, he wasn't sure of, but he definitely wanted people to know something.
He was still trying to get Sharpay to reveal what song she would be singing, but she was very secretive. She told him that he'd have to wait and see, because she still hadn't made up her mind yet, and the song could most likely change again before the Talent Show. He hated that she was like that, but he knew it was none of his business anyway.
They hadn't really spent much time together since that Tuesday, where they took a bath together. They had only met at school, talked in class, and briefly discussed their project, and Troy really had to admit… he was missing her. It was horrible. He didn't know why, but Sharpay seemed really busy.
So Troy, he played a little more basketball with Chad and the guys, and he went home to read some of all the books they had gotten for their project. Then he went through all his CD's, listening to music, trying to figure out what song to do. But after a couple, of days, since it was now Friday, he was still lost.
There was now a week until the Talent Show, and he didn't have a song to sing. He really needed Sharpay's help, because he believed that she would be able to help him. That was why he had decided to give her a surprise visit after school today. No matter if she would get mad and throw him out, he wanted to talk to her, because… well, he did miss her.
It was really weird that way. The way she'd left him in the Jacuzzi, had stung him in some way. It was kinda final. They'd been chatting away happily, and suddenly she'd just left him there, and he didn't know why. It had hurt, in some weird psychological way, that he didn't understand.
And he hated that.
He still couldn't figure out what she meant, when she said he had to pass. That he had to get an A. Well, he knew she wanted him to do something, but what it was, he wasn't sure of. And he really didn't want to pass right now, because that meant he'd have to stop hanging out with her, but on the other hand… he really wanted to stop this.
He knew she only hung out with him because of their deal. And if she still wanted to hang out with him after he'd passed, he would know it was because she really wanted to, and not because she had to.
He didn't pay much attention in class that day, and neither to Chad's boring story during lunch. All he could do was watch her. Either from across the cafeteria, or from where he was sitting a few tables behind her in the classroom.
He didn't see much to Gabriella these days. He talked to a little more again, and started charming his way into her heart again, because soon he was ready to ask her out on a date. To ask her to be his girlfriend again, just like his plan had been. The odd thing was just, that… he really didn't want to anymore. He didn't feel for her the way he did. He wasn't in love her, he wasn't attracted to her… he wasn't really anything to her anymore.
And oddly, he was okay with that. He felt much more desire when he was with Sharpay, and they did all those weird things she made them do. When they shared a whole afternoon in a Jacuzzi. See, Gabriella would never do that, she would say it was a waste of time. She would much rather be studying to her next test, and Troy really wasn't that guy.
He believed he could make himself happier if he was with Sharpay, but he still didn't understand his feelings for her completely. They were weird, because he'd never felt that way before, and it was perhaps what made him so scared. That he didn't know exactly what these feelings were, but that he was having them.
It almost made him lose his mind.
After school, he parked his car in front of her house, and made his way up to the front door. He knocked at it, and waited patiently. It was Mrs. Jenkins who opened again, and he found it weird that her parents were never home. He'd only met Mr. Evans, and that had been one time, very briefly.
He smiled and Mrs. Jenkins and kicked off his snickers. He happily bounced upstairs, and took his time. He looked at the painting on the wall. It was pretty intimidating that their mother was such a fine artist. She really had talent. No wonder that both Sharpay and Ryan had talent for acting. You could almost expect it with that mother.
He finally approached the door, and was about to knock, when he heard a high moan coming from the inside. He paused, and flinched when he heard it again. He leaned against the door, pressing his ear as closely to it, as he could.
He could hear soft sounds coming from the room, but now and then another high moan came through the thick door. And there was no mistaken on what was going on in there. The question was just… who was she going at it with?
It couldn't be Zeke, because he had told Troy earlier that he was going to watch his little brother in a soccer game this afternoon. There was a lot of other options for boys to be in there, it could be the whole world, who knew? Sharpay would fuck anything that came within 10 miles of her.
They both seemed to enjoy it though. The guy more than Sharpay, but really… he couldn't hear clearly through that stupid door!
Suddenly it occurred to him what he was doing. Was he actually standing there, listening to the girl he was practically in love with, having sex with another guy? Did he really have to torture himself that way?
Troy stepped away from the door and wondered what he was gonna do now. If he just left, Mrs. Jenkins would tell Sharpay he was there, and she would know that he'd been up there without going in… which could only mean he'd been eavesdropping. He really had to knock, and interrupt… whatever they were doing.
He took a deep breath, and knocked on the door – hard.
He heard an angry sound coming from the other side, and then Sharpay whispering something, "Two seconds!" she then yelled. Her breathing was fast, and irregular.
Troy leaned against the wall, a boyish smile on his face. He wanted to look casual when she came outside to talk to him. He wanted to look like it didn't bother him that she was fucking an idiot on the other side of the door.
Just then, the door opened and Sharpay stood there, a confused look in her eyes. She had on her skirt and a blue lace bra. Her hair was messed up, and she looked tired. "Troy!?" she snapped, "What the hell are you doing here?"
"I came to talk to you, because I need your help?" Troy said, fighting hard to look at her face, and not… lower.
"I'm kinda already in the middle of helping you already," Sharpay said.
"I know, but…" he couldn't resist any longer. He let his eyes wander down from there, and they rested on her breasts, covered in the bra. Which he thought, was a shame, when they would have been much nicer without it.
"Yeah, I know, can't you come back later, because…" she paused and stomped her foot, "I'm up here, Bolton!"
Troy quickly looked her in the eye again, "Sorry. Look, can I come in?"
"I'm kinda in the middle of something," Sharpay said, "If you didn't get that through the door!?"
"Sharpay!?" a voice called, "Come on, baby! I haven't got all day!"
Sharpay shot Troy a small smile, "Can you wait somewhere, I'll just finish this up, and then we can talk?"
"Uhm… Sure," Troy said, "Where?"
"Just in the music room." Sharpay said, "Y'know, where I was playing piano the other day?"
"Okay," Troy said, "And hey!" he blinked, "Enjoy…"
She giggled and turned around. She closed the door behind her, and Troy quickly went down the hall, before he heard anything he didn't want to hear.
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Troy was slowly running his fingers over the keys on the piano, minding his own business. He glanced at his watch every now and then. It had only been 10 minutes since she went to ´finish up´, but she had got to be there soon, or he would lose his mind!
"Enjoying yourself?"
He turned around on the bench and found Sharpay in the doorway, in only a pink robe. Her hair was pulled back into a messy bun, and she had cleaned her make-up away. "Yeah…" he trailed off, "Sorry about before. If I, y'know, interrupted anything?"
"That's okay," Sharpay smiled, slowly approaching him. "It was 4th time in a row anyway, so…" she took a seat next to him, "It's my boyfriend by the way. His name is Drew… he's… he's really sweet sometimes, can be. But y'know, he demands a lot, but that's ok too."
Troy nodded, watching as she brushed her fingers over the keys on the piano, much more gently than he'd done a few minutes ago, "How old is he?"
"19." Sharpay replied, "I met him at the mall. He plays football."
"Okay…" Troy nodded, "Do you… do you love him?"
Sharpay looked thoughtful for awhile, "I don't know…" she trailed off, "I don't really know what love is, but…I care for him. Except when he gets crazy sometimes. Like now. I swear, I get so tired, but I don't want to say no to him, y'know?"
"So even the ever sex-active Sharpay Evans can get tired of having sex?" Troy teased, "There's some news."
She smiled at him, "What did you need my help for?"
"It doesn't matter," Troy said, looking at her, "Not if you need to talk about anything?"
"I don't," Sharpay said.
"I like this…" Troy trailed off, "When you get really sweet. It proves me that you're different."
"I have my moments!" Sharpay giggled.
Troy laughed along with her.
"But really!" Sharpay said, "You came here for help, and I'm gonna give it to you, so please do tell me what you need me for!?"
"Uhm…" Troy trailed off again, "I just can't figure out what song to sing at the Talent Show. And there's a week until, so… I kinda have a problem. I want to do something different, and I want to say something with my song. I want to reach out to someone. I thought you might have something I could sing?"
"If you want to get a point across with your song, you really should choose it yourself." Sharpay said, "But I do think I have an idea for you." she stood up and went across the room to a big stereo, "You should try something from Click 5 or something. I think their kind of music would suite your voice really well!"
"Okay, I don't know them." Troy said, following in her steps.
"The question is just what song…" Sharpay trailed off, "It's a bit unfair for me to choose your song for you, don't you think?"
"Then let me choose yours, and we can make it even?" Troy suggested, "Because, I for one, think that you should sing ´Butterflies Don't Lie´ and let everybody hear your beautiful voice and your piano talent."
"Ha, you wish!" Sharpay said, "I already chose my song. And I'm singing to someone too."
Troy nodded and grabbed her CD with Click 5, "Can I borrow this? I want to see if there's anything for me to sing?"
"Sure, Bolton." Sharpay replied. She paused and looked around for awhile, "Do you want to have some tea or something? We could chat in my room?"
Troy nodded, "Sounds good."
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"Uhm," Sharpay pointed at her chair, "You can have the chair today, Troy. Eh, Drew's butt-print is on my couch."
Troy smiled at her, and took her chair.
She threw herself on the red couch and looked at him, "Mrs. Jenkins will be here soon. She's bringing tea and cookies. Yum."
Troy laughed, "Yeah well. How about we work on our project? It's next week anyway. We have nothing to tell them about, and I'm kinda freaking out."
"Don't worry, Bolton," Sharpay smiled, "Sharpay has it all covered, she knows exactly what to say. Don't you use your little brain to think about that, okay? I have it completely under control."
"If you say so." Troy smiled, "I'll trust you."
"We'll get an A. I promise." Sharpay told him.
Just then Mrs. Jenkins came through the door, and placed a tray on Sharpay's table. They both thanked her and immediately digged into the huge plate of chocolate chip cookies. Troy really liked them. Sharpay was right, they were the best cookies in the world.
"So you wont tell me what you're planning on doing?" Troy asked her, cookie crumbles flying everywhere.
Sharpay shook her head, "It's top secret. And if you knew, you'd make sure that we did something different, and I wont have that. Not when I know that my idea is so brilliant." She giggled at him, "How's the passing thing coming along?"
"I don't know…" Troy trailed off, "I have a few ideas, but I wont tell you."
"Understandable."
They ate in silence for awhile, but then Troy looked at his watch and decided that he had to get home. He stood up, and Sharpay followed him to the door.
"So, you really have it under control?" he asked again, just to make sure.
"Troy!" Sharpay said, her voice stern, "I have. Here," she stuck her hand out, "We'll shake hands on it. Got it?"
Troy took her hand and shook it, "Great, I believe you." he muttered.
"Yeah, you better."
Okay, so this chapter was by far the worst in this story, and that's because I had so many troubles writing just this part, and I don't know why. But really, please leave a review anyway, please? Thanks.
Aaaaand from Friends;
Rachel: Well, I haven't seen him since that night that he told me how he y'know… I don't know, I think he's avoiding me. Why is that bagel on the floor?
Monica: We were playing a game.
Rachel: Ew, was Chandler naked? Sort of like a, like a ring toss kind of situation?
Lol, I'll be back soon, tootles, Stessa x3