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PATHETIC

That was 2 weeks ago. And it was the perfect start into the Christmas Holidays, even though I didn't see Troy the whole week. He went with his parents to visit his grandparents and other relatives in New York. So, he wasn't there - therefore I didn't sit all days locked up in my room, selling bad mood. I rather remembered that day and enjoyed every day more then the last, for it was a day less before school would start. Thinking about it, I didn't see any of the gang, only Taylor; a day before Christmas Eve, when she was shopping for presents at the mall with her mom. Gabriella went to New Mexico with her mother; that was for sure and Chad supposedly flew to Minnesota. They were all scattered across the states.

On Christmas day I was already up at quarter to eight. I know - On Holidays!!! What where you thinking??? So what, I couldn't sleep. Big deal. The 25th was a day that Ryan and I waited for more then presents. Actually – We kind of waited for it the whole year around. (Except for our Birthday) Oh, and by the way, he was up at seven. What do you say now? …Thought so…

Five before eight we hurried down the 31 steps, where, in the living room, we were greeted with the most beautiful 7 to 6 feet tall Christmas tree, enclosed with a dozen of presents. Wait a second. That was not what we were waiting for. Before the tree, there already stood mother and father in morning robes, their arms stretched out to us; ready to spend the day like a family. A family. That was it. And although I got a pile of presents, like every year, the best present was already given to me, few days before Christmas; although no one knew. My parents didn't notice I acted different, but Ryan……Well, he's my twin after all. You can't fool twin telepathy. Of course I was giddy all the time, singing songs, which sounded like they were taken out of a mushy love movie and leant towards the act of staring into space, when my face put on a dreamy gaze. And then I found myself asking me the same questions: Love songs? Staring into space? When did I sink that low? But, before I answered them, I forgot why I even cared ……. Yes, Love is an incurable disease.

It was the first day of school after the Christmas Holidays. And as much as I despise school, I couldn't wait for this day to come. I begged Ryan to go to school on foot with me, but he wouldn't give in-he actually thought it was freezing outside-and tried to pursue me to drive there instead. I miss those days when he was still the poodle-he at least let me decide everything. Sadly enough I, the 'Ice Queen', let him win. I was so happy I didn't need it.

As we pulled up into the School's parking lot, I felt my heart flutter as if it got little angel wings to fly. What? I have got to stop doing that. How cheesy. I practically jumped out of the lime-green convertible and ran off like a Loony Toon, leaving my brother behind.

"Sharpay!" He called after me, so that I stopped and turned around and tried to ramble something in a hurry.

"I'm sorry, Ry….But I-"

"I know, I know." He laughed, cutting me off and waved his hand in a gesture for me to scramble. "Go on" He ordered. "Go!" He ordered? That's something you don't see every day.

I couldn't believe I grinned as a child which was just allowed to have some cookies, before dinner. I would have slapped myself for it if I would have been aware of it and hadn't been in public. Seriously - I don't want anyone to think I belong in a mental facility.

"Thanks," I yelled. "See you inside!" And quickly made my way to find him. Him. Troy.

50 meters after, I found myself standing before the same, old front doors of East high, where students were already making their way through. With a relaxing sigh I pushed one of the doors open and there I was. The Hall. I smelled the scent of old books, glue and sweet bubblegum. Yep, this was definitely it. I looked around at individuals that were already at their lockers and remembered my destination. Troy. And I went down the hallway to Troy's locker-If I would be lucky enough I would find him there - I couldn't help but think about him, and the more I thought about him the more my smile grew. I have no idea how people looked at me or how I looked like, marching down the hallway, with a huge grin plastered on my face. But to this day I remember how I felt. My emotions and feelings were crossed over and had no head or tail. I just had the desire to reach him; maybe then everything would become a little clearer. You know, fall into place or something. I don't know how fast I was and how long it took me, but I was suddenly aware of his locker I saw from afar.

And there he was. His hair was not even combed - I actually liked it that way. The red T-shirt matching him perfectly. His smile lovely as always and his teeth white as snow. And his hand, his fingers…………….Twirling a strain of Gabriella's hair?

At that point I had already stopped. I only stood there. I don't know if I still had a smile; I certainly didn't feel like smiling. G-Gabriella? It must be a coincidence. A misjudgment. Sharpay, don't let your mind play games with your head. I watched them. I was desperately trying to see any good explanation for the scenario before my eyes. Maybe she has something in her hair. Maybe he's fascinated with it and is only asking her what shampoo she uses-as if. It was getting more disturbing with every second that passed. My heart's beat began to slow down and my breathing hard and shallow. His fingers were still playing with her hair. His lips whispering something in her left ear. How can he? He kissed me. He kissed me after I poured out my heart out to him. He made me believe we had something. A chance. Anything. How could he lead me on. How could he? The beating became even slower, but louder. It reached my ears, with an obtuse sound. I almost didn't hear when someone called my name, but I hesitantly turned to see my brother run up to me. Reaching me, he looked sincerely in my eyes.

He saw. He saw them. I knew it by the look he was giving me. My sight started to blur. The breathing harder by the second.

"Sharpay?" I heard Ryan, but scarcely saw him. "Shar, say something! Shar!" I looked around and all I saw were some images I couldn't clearly recognize, but I saw him, and I saw I got his attention and unfortunately the attention of the whole student body, which was currently in the hallway. Breathing: harder; Beating: slower; Sight: hazier. The last I felt was my body, when it hit the floor and I passed out.

I opened my eyes with trouble, but as I blinked a few times my eyes recognized some outlines and definitely could they distinguish colors. I opened extremely dry lips that parted with a 'plop' and breathed in, deeply. As I looked around I saw a person moving near my left.

"Ryan?" I asked and immediately found out my throat was hoarse and it hurt. The person turned around and made its way towards me, leaning closer.

"Oh, you're awake." A high pitched female voice finally spoke. That was by no chance Ryan. I mean sometimes he could over-exaggerate with the altitude of his voice, but that was just too feminine - even for him. My sight slowly got clearer and I looked into the face of the school's nurse. She was smiling brightly at me, her nose perked up and her washed out red locks fell in her eyes.

"Where's Ryan?" I managed to say, still thinking about what happened. "And where am I?"

The nurse squint her eyes a few times and smiled again. Jeez, it was seriously giving me the creeps… and a headache.

"Well, dear…Your brother and the others left for class …..You see, you collapsed my dear. Maybe from dehydration or shock….Sometimes a big amount of stress wears your body out." Shock. It was definitely a Shock. That I gave her right, but I hated it when she called you a dear in every third sentence.

I glanced around the room and truly, I was in the nursery room, resting on the bed, when my memories came back to me.

"You know, you really scared us back there, child." She's still here? I groaned. Such an attitude isn't going to get you anywhere, Sharpay.

"Yeah" I hesitatingly spoke. "Sure…Whatever." I'm sure they all as well give a damn! I grumbled in my mind, when my conscience budded in. Language, Sharpay! Shut up, I retorted. When I looked back up again the nurse was standing by my side, hands raised to her hips, watching me intently.

"Do you want something?" She finally asked. Yeah, the last two weeks and my dignity back, please! But then again, she didn't look like a fairy-godmother.

"Yes." I got out as I carefully sat up on the bed- You never know how hard you hit the floor when you pass out. "Can I by any chance get back to class?"

"Oh no," The woman squeaked, already pulling at my arm to get me to lie down. "You must better stay here, dear. We wouldn't want that to happen again, now would we?" God, in an alternative universe she could as well be a serial killer. I watched as her mouth formed into a very unpleasant smile.

"But, I am perfectly fine." I tried to reassure her as nicely as possible; for I wanted to just yell and storm out in the old Ice Queen manner. Seriously. "Honestly."

I guess she must have been a pusher in her previous life. What a pain in the neck.

"No buts." She waved with her index finger at me, smiling the whole time. "Lie down and I'll get you some water, how does that sound?" Awful and … Disgusting.

The thing I did was force myself to smile, but it turned out more as horrified expression and a half opened mouth, showing teeth, as I watched her retreat to the door.

"Be right back." She informed me; closing the door behind herself. I sat there still for a few seconds, eavesdropping to the sound of her shoes clicking against the floor outside. The noise soon ceased. My eyes wandered around the room, limited down to four pale walls and some white furniture. Some people just don't have any sense of style… Or taste for that matter.

"Of course." I murmured towards the door, before I let my feet sink to the floor and I stood up. "Except I won't be."

Before I knew it, I grabbed my bag, which was currently resting on a chair next to the bed, and vanished through the door.

Empty school hallways always gave me a dreadful feeling deep down in my stomach. It didn't matter whether in the morning, at noon or late in the afternoon; illuminated or pitch black- I still felt kind of weary walking down them all alone.

Never mind that now. My pace steadily continued down the hall. Just get the hell out of here before 'American psycho' returns and finds out you're gone. I wasn't stupid. The classrooms would be the first she would look through, starting with mine. And besides, I didn't want to step before….his face. God, I was stupid! I had to get out of here.

Making my way to the school's door I didn't pay much attention to whatever I saw - what I heard was another story.

A sound. That sound! On a handle was given pressure for a door to be opened. Don't let my appearance fool you; my ears pick up almost everything - and maybe I also had a little experience in sneaking around. My eyes drifted to the classroom on the left, not far from me. Damn it, I was done for. It wouldn't take a second before I would get caught and it was not like I could hide somewhere. I hate School. I stood stiff as a board; when the person turned to me I unexpectedly relaxed. Not good. Not good at all. At least not for the person who was quite surprised to see me. I had no clue if he got a pass to the bathroom or had some errands for the teacher to do, but he sure as wasn't on his way to see me. He stared at me for a while, probably scared the shit out himself on what to say…..or do.

"Hey." Was all he offered; his lips barely moving, trying to smile.

Pathetic Bolton, really pathetic!

Hey, Chappy 2's up. I know, not a great place to end the Chapter, but I had to somewhere, right?

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