Troy is standing in Chad's living room, the spiked punch sitting in his red cup. There's some obnoxious rap song blasting from the speakers and almost everyone in the senior class of East High is piled into the house.
Sharpay is standing dangerously close to Troy. If he hadn't already downed four cups of the punch, he'd be uncomfortable. Luckily the booze that was making his way through his system is helping him forget that his date for the night is the Ice Queen.
"Do you want to dance?" The question throws him off guard. Sharpay is staring at him with her wide brown eyes, her cheeks flushed from the alcohol.
The music has now changed from one rap song to some hip-hop song. A girl is going on and on about some umbrella. Troy is having a hard time concentrating.
Sharpay doesn't even wait for an answer. She grabs Troy's hand and leads him to the middle of the living room. There are other basketball players, grinding against the girls that had won them for the night.
Before Sharpay places Troy's calloused hands on her hips, Troy tips back the rest of his drink. The basketball captain is no longer tipsy. He's now drunk and knows that if he has one more cup, he'll be shitfaced.
The red plastic cup is now on the floor and Troy's hands are wrapped tightly around Sharpay's hips. They're grinding in beat with the horrible music and Troy tries to remember he has a girlfriend.
A girlfriend who would never wear such tight jeans or a low cut shirt like Sharpay. A girlfriend who would only dance with Troy if there was at least three inches between them. A girlfriend who was the polar opposite of the girl that was currently grinding her ass into his crotch.
When Sharpay turned around and shot Troy a seductive smile, all thoughts of Gabby had vanished.
"I'm going to get something else to drink. Do you want anything," Sharpay whispered in Troy's ear.
Like Troy needed any more alcohol. "I'll have whatever your drinking."
Sharpay nodded and pushed her way through the crowd. Troy awkwardly stood in the middle of all the dancing and decided to try and find some of his friends. The alcohol and all the noise were definitely getting to him.
Where was Gabby? Shouldn't she be at the party? Troy spotted Taylor dancing with Chad and figured he'd ask where his girlfriend was.
"She said she had a headache after the date auction so she went home." Troy nodded and before he could respond, Sharpay reappeared by her side.
She placed another red plastic cup, which he knew so well, in his hands. Sharpay led Troy away from Taylor and Chad, back to the dance floor.
"You know Troy, I'm having a lot of fun. But I feel like we haven't really had a chance to talk. Let's go somewhere quiet."
This should had been a red flag for Troy Bolton. But all the vodka that Sharpay had placed in his cup was messing with his judgment.
"Sure." He then let Sharpay take his hand in hers and leave the living room. The two traveled up the stairs, the eyes of Troy's teammates burning holes into the back of their captain's head.
"This room looks empty," Sharpay said as she poked her head into what looked like Chad's little sister's room.
The two sat down particularly close to each other. Troy could feel the heat radiating from Sharpay's legs.
"I'll be right back," Sharpay said as she leaned closer to Troy, her lips almost touching his. Before they kissed, Sharpay pulled away and left the room.
Troy didn't know what he was doing. Here he was, in a bedroom with one of his worst enemies. He barely could stand being in the same room as Sharpay, and now they were a little too close.
He never had felt so drunk in his entire life. Troy tried to focus on not throwing up and Gabby was far from his thoughts at this point.
The door opened again to reveal Sharpay. Either Troy was way too drunk, or Sharpay had changed clothes. Instead of her pink low cut tank top, it looked like he was wearing a basketball jersey. His basketball jersey to be exact. The number 14 was adorned on her back.
Troy tried to swallow the lump that was growing in his throat. Troy could easily tell that Sharpay was wearing nothing under the basketball jersey.
"What do you think," Sharpay whispered. She leaned back towards to Troy and before he could say a word, she captured his lips in a kiss.
Troy had a loyal girlfriend who he loved dearly. The only problem was that Gabby just wasn't fulfilling the needs that every teenage boy has. Troy also had one of the hottest girls in school just begging to kiss her. The only problem was that Sharpay was….just so damn good at kissing his neck.
Sharpay stood up away from Troy and slipped the jersey over her head, revealing her naked body.
"She shoots, she scores," Sharpay mumbled before kissing Troy, his hands wrapping around her body.