I HAVE NO IDEA WHAT TO WRITE NEXT! So I guess I'll do this chapter...
There's something about Troy Bolton. I don't know if it's his annyoing silence or the thoughts going on behind his roaming blue eyes, but all I want to do is smack the odd look plastered on his face. When I finally caught on to the unusual feeling of everyone's eyes on me, I looked up from my lunch table and locked eyes with Troy. What was the deal? As I stood up and gathered my books in search of a new lunch table, guess whose eyes burned a hole in my back? "Mind if I sit here?" I asked the only boy at an empty cafeteria table. Not waiting for an answer, I quietly slid into the chair across from him. I suddenly realized that Ryan wasn't with me, and suddenly lost all of my confidence. "You're new, aren't you?" I immediately wanted to take my question back. It had made me sound stupid. Obviously he was new, because if he wasn't, he would have been sitting with Troy and the rest of his good-looking friends...
"Is that Troy Bolton over there?" he sat up and nodded across the cafeteria. I didn't bother turning around, knowing that he would still be staring at me. "He's looking at you really intensely." his eyes narrowed in confusion. I turned bright pink at the thought. Three years ago, I would have been absolutely thrilled to know that Troy was actually looking at me, let alone giving me the kiss that he still held. But know, I turned pink out of anger. "I've heard so much about him. He's supposed to be really good at basketball, right?" the boy asked. I shrugged. It's not like I cared. I guess the boy finally noticed that I wasn't interested in conversation about Troy because he finally introduced himself. "My name's Jason, by the way." he pointed out. I tilted my head to the right, wondering if I should tell him my name. Because once names are out in the open, new doors open up. And I had always made a friend, and lost her to Troy Bolton's good looks, or lost him to Troy Bolton's social status. But all there was behind Jason's eyes was a friendly attitude.
I turned around, seeing Bridgett Oliver draped over her boyfriend. He looked like he had all of the friends in the world, so why would he need one more? I cracked a smile and turned back to Jason. "I'm Sharpay." I said. That was the start of my first true friendship. Not including Ryan. All I had to do was sit down and meet someone, and the next minute we were talking to each other like we've been friends our entire lives. Just how things were when I was younger. Just around the time of kindergarten.
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My dogwood tree had survived six years. It would wilt away in the winter just like my relationship with Troy, and spring back, abundant in pink and white flowers during the warm weather... absolutely nothing like my relationship with Troy. Just across the street, Troy took his usual spot behind his white curtains and watched me garden. I plucked four flowers right out of my precious tree, forgetting about what it had symbolized. At that point, I didn't care anymore. I made my way across the street, sundress tickling at my ankles and forcefully knocked on the Bolton's front door, knowing that he would be the one to answer. Not even waiting for a hello, I scrambled for an excuse to be at his front door. I didn't even know why I was there. "No, I'm not here for you." I said as if he had asked a question. "My dogwood is overflowing with flowers. I thought your mom would like some." I explained. The blue eyes that I had once thought were electric, fell from my face to the floral print of my dress. I suddenly bubbled up in anger, that I couldn't keep his attention for ten seconds. I angrily stamped my foot. "I'm up here, Bolton!" I threw the four flowers to the ground, the flowers that actually represented something, and stormed back across the street.
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I almost lost my train of focus as Jason smiled and gave me a thumbs-up. Even from the dim lighting of the stage, I could still see a glimmer in his brown eyes. Sure, it had only been two weeks since I first met Jason, but he was still a close friend. And I had never thought of it before, but Jason was actually pretty... cute. I knew I was fooling myself, thinking that I could ever have a chance with him, knowing that he was coming closer to Troy. Probably a basketball thing.
I suddenly felt a jab to my ribs and looked back down to the pink script I held in my hands. "Right... my line." I muttered in embarrassment. Had everyone noticed that the only thing running through my head at that exact moment was the new kid? "I'm Liesl. I'm sixteen years old and I don't need a governess." I snapped at the blonde high schooler in front of me.
"I'm Friedrich." Ryan introduced himself next to me. "I'm fourteen. I'm impossible!" I loved the idea that I was playing a character two years older than Ryan, and had to hold back my giggle. Ryan and I were in the high school's production of The Sound of Music, and their director, this really... dramatic woman named Ms. Darbus, took the theater very seriously.
I was suddenly elbowed again, and the rest of the high school cast let out a groan. "Come on, Sharpay!" Corrine Zeller, East High's best performer ordered. "I worked my ass off to get the part of Maria, and I don't need some eighth grader screwing this up." she rolled her eyes and looked into the empty audience to see Ms. Darbus gathering her things. "Where are you going Ms. Darbus?" Corrine whined, just as Ms. Darbus fished through her bag for car keys.
"I can't work in these kinds of tense conditions, Corrine darling." Ms. Darbus sighed and threw her oversized bag over her shoulder. "Work this out. We'll pick up here tomorrow." she glided from the spacious auditorium, leaving behind a tired cast, an angry junior, and me.
"Why do you have to be so juvenile?" Corrine asked, putting her hands on her raggedy governess frock. Before I lost my nerve, I forced myself to look into her narrow hazel eyes. She slowly shook her blonde head, obviously not wanting someone like me take away from her stardom. But I had no time for this. Jason was only a few feet away from the stage now, and I couldn't let him see me get chewed out.
"Why do you have to be so self-absorbed?" I snapped, sliding off of the stage and heading for my backpack. "Just relax, Corrine. We'll start again tomorrow." I assured her. Halfway down the main hallway to the exit, I could've sworn I heard her screech, 'And that's why I hate working with little kids!' Jason and I bursted into hysterics, knowing that if anyone was being juvenile, it was her. "Do you think your mom could give me a ride? Rehersal ran a little short, and I have no way home." I explained. Sure, I didn't want to have to face Troy again while he watched me garden, but if it meant a few extra minutes in a car with Jason, I was all for it.
Jason winced. "We have basketball conditioning today, and I already think I'm a few minutes late..." he explained. "I rode my bike here." A loud panting suddenly echoed through the white hallways of East High, and Troy Bolton, still as brilliant looking as ever with his hair disheveled, appeared halfway through the main hallway catching his breath. Jason's face lit up and he waved.
"I heard you were down here, and I knew you were going to be late for conditioning... again. My dad's in his office. I think he can give us a ride." Troy Bolton had run from the middle school here, just to meet up with Jason. Just to make a new ally. "He's the basketball coach here, you know." Not even acknowledging my presence, Troy beckoned for Jason to come closer. Jason looked to me once more and shrugged, as if he had no choice but to go with Troy, and leave me to walk home.
Jason only saw this as leaving me to go condition, or whatever. Troy only saw this as making a new friend. But I knew what was really going on. Subconsciously, Troy wanted this to happen. To steal just one more person from me. Once again, I had lost to Troy Bolton. "I'll see you later, Sharpay." Jason gave me that simple smile. The one that seemed to make any situation just the tiniest bit better. Even though it never worked out okay.
Oh, no... Sharpay isn't developing a crush on JASON, now, IS she? Leave a review!