I can't believe that it's been an entire MONTH since I've updated here! I feel sorta guilty! Well, here's the chapter that been sooooo anticipated!

"Is he always standing there?" Jason tried not to divert his eyes across the street to Troy standing behind his curtains. I rolled my eyes and turned away from Troy's house. I felt a little out of my element, standing before Jason for the first time in a pair of jeans and sneakers instead of my usual sun dress, but something had pushed me to actually change myself to fit someone else's profile. Someone Jason would probably be interested in. "Come on... you can tell me..." he pushed as I sank to the grass and leaned against the medium-sized trunk of the dogwood tree. He smiled and sank next to me, which made me smile. "Want to put on a show for him?"

"Jason!" I exclaimed, knowing exactly what he had in mind. Mind games weren't exactly above me, but Troy was a special case. And wasn't Jason one of Troy's newest friends? He was really willing to make Troy think that something existed between me and Jason? "We can't do that!" But of course we could! And I knew that I wanted to... I glanced across the street to see Troy still standing there... like always. "But this is just to mess with him... right?" I asked for reassurance.

"Of course!" he insisted, inching just a little closer to me. "Besides..." he shrugged. "It's just acting... right?" He had a point. But when I looked back across the street to see Troy's back turned to us, this entire scene seemed pointless. But Jason didn't have to know that. I still wanted to kiss him... just to know what it felt like. He came just a little closer, and from the corner of my eye, I saw Troy looking back through his window. I felt my stomach soar knowing that Jason's lips were only a few inches from mine and that my eyelids had fluttered shut, but even in the darkness, a burning feeling suddenly rushed through me, tearing me away from Jason and sending my eyes back across the street. "What's wrong?" Jason asked.

But I couldn't answer him, I didn't even know what was wrong. Why was it that such a high-maintenance, jerky guy like Troy Bolton still had such an effect on me? Why couldn't I just get over it, and get over him? A great guy like Jason was sitting right next to me, and I was forced admit to myself that part of me was still chasing after Troy, just like when we were little. All of this because of a tiny little childhood crush. Maybe Troy still held that kiss. Maybe, just maybe, Troy wanted that kiss. The kiss from six years ago, this kiss that was a part of history.

I seemed to be the only one that cared. The sympathetic looks from classmates were empty and hollow. To them, the fact that the school's music system had been mercilessly snatched away from me wasn't a burden to them. "But if basketball had been taken away..." I grumbled as I stacked a new thick pile of pink flyers next to the Xerox machine. "What a tragedy." I spoke to myself in mock horror, not realizing how desperate I actually sounded.

"What?" Jason yawned as he slumped against the office wall. "What are you talking about, Sharpay?" his brown glimmering eyes seemed a little foggy. After all, it was seven in the morning, and I had pulled him out of bed, bright and early, to help me with flyers.

"Jason, you're supposed to be keeping watch, not taking a nap!" I snapped at him, never looking away from the stack of papers in my arms. I always had to do everything. How could they just take away my love, my passion just like that? With no thought towards my feelings? The administration could make something happen... they had to. "Get up off of your butt and..." I stopped myself, noticing the shocked expression displayed across Jason's face. I let out an exhasperated sigh and scooped up my papers. "Fine then..." All of my anger seemed trapped underneath the surface of my strong voice. "Be that way."

But I didn't know that I was walking out of my first real, true friendship.

"I haven't seen Jason around lately." Ryan stated. I gripped the script in my hand a little tighter at the name. Well, I had seen him. He was exactly where his status quo positioned him. On the other side of the cafeteria, enjoying the perks of popularity with Troy Bolton. Discussing the pointless music of MTV with Chad. Ignoring me with the rest of the student body. What I was really hung on was how quickly things had changed, almost as if we were supposed to fall into an argument and make a silent agreement to never speak again. And it sort of hurt.

I sighed and tossed my script into my locker, wishing I could go back to the days when it was just Ryan and me, when I wasn't afraid of doing something wrong. He could accept me, why was the rest of the world having such a difficult time? I glanced back to him and nodded, but it felt so foreign. I couldn't let something as miniscule as another lost friendship get in the way of the indescribable bond I had with my brother. My nod gained something confident behind it at that thought, and I found myself utter, "Who cares?" Ryan gave me a puzzled look.

"But... don't you like him?" he asked. His question seemed so blunt, almost as if it was obvious that there used to be something between us. But honestly, I didn't know who I had feelings for. Jason was... wow. And Troy... well... I hated Troy. And that guy that sat next to me in Algebra was really cute... I didn't know how to answer Ryan's question. That was one thing that the male mind would never grasp: that females tend to carry different emotions depending on the person. There was only one way I could react.

Wow. I sure do hate this chapter. But you HAVE GOT to stick around, even though this chapter is severely suckish. I see Sharpay confronting Troy in the near future... leave a review... only because you feel sorry for me and this pathetic chapter!