I walked back into the waiting room. "Is everything okay?" Troy asked.
"Ryan is fine. He said that he didn't buy anything from those guys." I said.
"Well I guess that's a good thing." Troy said with a small smile.
"No, you don't understand, he also used to say that he never drank at those parties, and once that was out he said he only drank at those parties." I said. Troy didn't say anything, probably because he couldn't think of a response. "It's not that I don't want to believe him, it's just that he's done this so many times, and he's been here so many times. I don't know what to believe."
"He's your brother, maybe you should just believe in him." Troy said. As if it came straight from a Disney movie (A/N No Comment).
I shrugged. "Well… I don't-"
"Sharpay." Troy said, catching my attention. He pointed behind me and I turned around.
Walking towards me was the least likely person ever, sporting a denim micro mini and a hot pink halter top was Tina Evans, my mother. "Hey honey!" She said, pulling me into a suffocating hug. "Hey Troy, long time no see, please tell me my daughter came to her senses and asked you out." She said. She was thirty two, but she was no Lorelei Gilmore, she was an embarrassing, selfish, Lindsay Lohan type of person… and not quite in a good way (A/N No offence to Lindsay or Lindsay fans).
Troy was put in the hot seat, I knew he would crack. "Um… actually we-"
"We just became friends again… I don't think that'll happen anytime soon mom." I said, I gave Troy a 'don't go there' look. "What are you doing here?" I asked.
"I'm here to visit my son." She said.
"No mom, you don't have custody over him and you don't help raise him in any way, so he technically isn't your son." I said, crossing my arms.
"Listen honey, I know you may be mad at me right now but I think that I owe it to you both to be by your side at a time like this." She said, in her plastic sounding voice. It just sounded so fake, I don't know how so many people could even remotely believe it.
"Listen mom, you owe us both a lot of things, but this? This is not one of them." I said to her.
"Honey, I'm your mother, whether you like it or not." She said, trying to sound strict. "And I want to see my son."
"First of all, you're not his mother. And you're not mine either, we live off of child care payments! We're just lucky when you divorced dad we got to keep the house! When was the last time you've actually had a job? I pay for my own clothes with money that I get for working through the whole summer and I can't even buy lunch with out worrying that you forgot to tell me that you borrowed money from my purse to buy vodka!" I said slightly louder than usual.
"Hey, honey just calm down for a second-"
"And that's another thing! Quit calling me honey!" I said angrily. A thought popped into my head. "Tell me mom, what is my name?" I asked.
"Listen, I know I'm not the best mom but-"
"Save the speech for later. You say you're my mother? Then why can't you tell me my name?" I asked. She didn't answer, and that hurt, the pain soon turned to anger. I went to the reception desk. "I want her tested for alcohol, or drugs, or anything." I said angrily.
The receptionist's head popped up. "Well, I think we can squeeze her in now, but that will cost you-"
"I don't care, I'll pay for it." I said.
"Okay, I'll call on of the doctors to take a DNA sample." She said.
I walked back to my 'mom'. "The doctor's will be seeing you shortly." I said crossing my arms.
"What are you doing? Trying to get me into more trouble than I'm already in? I refuse to take the tests." She said angrily.
"Then I'll tell the parole agency about it, I'm sure that there will be nothing optional about it when I tell them that you seemed just a little suspicious." I said.
"Look, just because I've made a few mistakes doesn't mean I'm not your mother." She said.
"You? My mother? You can't even remember my name, which by the way is Sharpay." I said. And before I knew it, a hand flew across my face. She had slapped me. I lost my balance and I fell to the floor.
"Sharpay! Are you okay?" Troy asked, running to my side, my cheek hurt and so did the back of my head, all of a sudden I felt dizzy, the room seemed too get foggy and smaller until it all closed.
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I woke up in a small room. "She's awake." Some one said, I looked, it was Troy.
I touched the back of my head. It still hurt like crazy. "What happened?" I asked.
"You passed out, your head was bleeding pretty badly and you got a few stitches, you'll be fine though." He said. I looked around the room, Ryan was with him. It looked like he had his bed wheeled into my room so he could wait for me to wake up.
"What about my mom?" I asked.
Troy shrugged. "They weren't allowed to tell me, I'm not a blood relative." I said.
I looked towards Ryan. "They tested a strand of her hair, in the past week she has exceeded the amount of alcohol in take that most regular drinkers get in a month, even with all of those parole people watching her all the time. She also tested positive for crack and ecstasy." Ryan said.
"That's not quite surprising." I said. "She couldn't even remember my name." I said.
"So… does this mean you're not still mad at me?" Ryan asked.
I shrugged. "I'll believe you if you tell me what you needed to borrow money from them for." I said.
"I ran away from home and spent all the money they gave me, I spent two days in a youth hostile in New York before the law caught up with me, unfortunately, the law didn't quite pay off my debt." He said. "Those guys cheated me and asked for double the interest. Which basically landed me here. At least those guys were caught, and by law I owe then nothing, I'm thinking of suing them for the exact amount that I owed, just to get on their nerves." Ryan said. Same old Ryan.
"Seems like a legitimate enough story." I said. "So, do you think dad will freak?" I asked.
"Nope, he went on a business trip with Natalie… to the Marriott, if you get what I'm saying" Ryan said.
My eyes widened. "Natalie? As in the intern Natalie? Wow, he left mom for a younger women even though she's already half his age. Making Natalie a fourth of his age."
"Or more importantly, that makes Natalie our age." Ryan pointed out
"Gross! Dad's hooking up with a girl that we could have had gym class with!" I said.
"You know the first thing she said to me? She said 'I've always wanted a teenage son!'" He said, mocking a girl voice.
"Hey, I do recall having a Natalie in my English lit. class last year." I said.
"No way, fake blonde with too tight clothes? Always wearing that stupid NSYNC final tour T-shirt?" Ryan asked.
"Sadly… yes." I said.
"That is just wrong right there." Ryan said.
"Okay, though this is very interesting to listen to, can we please discuss something other than your father's love life?" Troy asked.
"Gladly." I said.
"So when did you two enter friend city again?" Ryan asked.
"Actually, we just took a subway to dating-ville Mew Mexico." I said.
"No way." Ryan said. "It so about time, but what about Gabriella?" He asked.
"Ancient history, we're actually friends now." I said.
"Okay… they should have prepared me for this in rehab." Ryan said and I laughed.
"What about you Bolton?" Ryan asked.
"I'm pretty sure the most recent highlight of his week was finding his beloved GI Joe doll." I joked.
"I thought you were over the GI Joe thing!" Troy laughed.
"Sorry, I passed out, now I have to make up for lost times." I said.
"You were only out for like, four hours." Ryan said.
"What ever." I said. "So what exactly happened to mom?" I asked.
"Back to rehab, and then community service." Ryan answered. "Oh, and by the way, the search warrant is up so you no longer have an excuse to room with our boyfriend."
"I wasn't rooming with him! I was just staying in his house!" I said. "And besides, I never would have had to stay there if somebody decided to turn my house into Kentucky fried kitchen!" I snapped back.
"Hey, for the record, that was mom's fault." He said. "And at least you're safe now."
He had a point, I was safely in a room with the two guys in this world that I can remotely trust. Honestly, life was good at that moment, even though I was strapped to a bed and connected to an IV tube.
Okay, this is a somewhat happy ending. I don't think the story will be too much longer unless I find something else to add in. I'm thinking of adding a sequel though. I looked over some of the free write fiction I did for school and one of the teacher grading it said 'you used the word said too much' and nothing else… technical much! At least you guys are nicer than the evil teachers who have something against the word said. I do use the word said too much but seriously what about the content? What a rip off. This chapter was a little shorter than usual but I think it works. I updated twice today, must be having some kind of a writer's brain storm type thing... Hope u guyz liked it. BYEZ!!