Their Aunt Julie had told them to sit on the couch when they had first gotten home.
"I'm not mad at you."
"You have no reason to be. I'm going back to school."
"I don't want you there and neither does the principal. He understands what you're going through."
"All I want to do is go back to school and….."
"No, and that's final."
"I have no problem staying home," Ryan said. Sharpay looked at him and shot a disapproving look.
"If you're mother could look at the two of you now she would be more than ashamed. And I blame myself for that. You will stay home as long as I see fit. We are going to spend time together and you will like it."
"I'd rather just stay up in my room all day than spend time with you." Sharpay sniffed. She had Ryan help her back up the stairs before she closed her room door.
"How dare she come back and think she can tell us what to do?" Sharpay said throwing herself back into her bed.
"Shar, she's the only one left that can take care of us. She kind of can, besides Aunt Jules has always been cool." Ryan said not trying to cause a fight between them.
"Well, she could have been here before now. Before all of this happened to us."
"I think the best thing is that she's here now," Ryan paused, "Do you think you'll be okay here?"
"I know how to take care of myself." Sharpay muttered.
Ryan soon left her room and she was glad to be alone. She leaned over to turn on the lamp on the other side of the room and coming in contact with her injured foot. Although it must have been years ago, that they were sitting in the living room together.
Her mother was instructing her on how to properly stretch it out. She closed her eyes and tried to imagine it, the way she saw her mother do it. It began to feel a little bit better, but not by much.
Her cell phone started ringing in the middle of her stretching. Sharpay picked up the phone looking at the caller ID before answering it.
"Thanks for snitching Bolton."
"It was supposed to help you out."
"Well it didn't, I have no idea how long I'm stuck here." Sharpay emphasized. Staying in this house was not one of the plans.
"Well, it's almost the weekend. You can get out of the house and do whatever you feel like."
"You've never met my aunt have you? I might be on lockdown."
"So I guess you'll just be bright and shiny on Monday morning while we're rehearsing for the play."
"About that, I'm quitting." Sharpay said.
When Sharpay had first picked up the phone she had no intention of quitting the play. Her mind was not even on the play, but when he brought it up she thought of everything that the play was about. The script, it was beautiful, it was possibly Kelsey's best work yet, but the dancing part. The dancing she couldn't take it.
"You're quitting." Troy yelled through the phone.
She pulled the phone away from her ear, and instead put it on speaker phone.
"I can't hear now, great."
"You're not quitting the play."
"Did you not hear me a few seconds ago? I'm quitting and you can't stop me."
"Shar…"
She turned off her phone before he could get another word in. She just wanted to lie in her room and think. It was also quite possible, contrary to popular belief that she was over thinking things.
Chad came over on Saturday to play basketball with him. They had been playing for quite a while before they took a break.
" I talked to Sharpay the other day after school and she was so pissed at me. I think I made her quit the play. That play, it was going to be so great, you know."
"Dude, it's just a play." Chad told Troy.
"But it's Sharpay, and she's turning it down, it makes me wonder if she's okay."
"It's Sharpay, beyond being a girl, you will never understand her. Ryan and her do things that aren't meant to be understood. You're just supposed to sit back and watch."
"Aren't you supposed to be her friend?"
"Yeah, of course," Chad said a little bit skeptically," and as her friend I'm being truthful. She'll never open up enough to anyone to completely understand her. I think Zeke feels the same way."
"What about Zeke?"
"You know, they used to kind of go out. That girls got so many secrets it'd make your head spin."
"I think I know her."
"Exactly my point. You think, you don't know for sure." Chad said before he stood up on the pavement, " Everyone knows Coach is crazy, no offense, in my opinion, I would go after Gabriella rather than Shar. It would be much easier for you."
"Wait, I don't like Sharpay like that."
Chad took a sip of his water.
"Sure, so that's what you tell yourself these days." He said before he tossed the ball back at Troy. "You're losing horribly, get your head in the game, and not on her."
Troy laughed at him as he caught the ball and started dribbling. There was no way that he could like Sharpay like that. I mean she was nice, and his parents were pushing it, but he couldn't possibly. Right?
She pushed the play button on the CD Player as the music filled the entire room. This particular room in the house she had not stepped in, in quite a while. She held her hands on the bar steadily as she stretched out her leg.
She would never let anyone know that she had injured her leg on purpose. Carefully she lifted her foot onto the bar and further stretched it out. She used what little she used in yoga to help her breathe through the pain.
Out of the corner of her eye she saw someone staring at her through the open door.
"Go AWAY!"