Author's Note: This chapter might be a bit shaky, but please review!
Disclaimer: I don't own anything except the drive to write this story and the cast member's names I made up.
You're the One That I WantChapter 2: Everything Changes
By musiclover94
TapTap. Sharpay was clicking her long nails impatiently and looking avidly at the clock, completely ignoring what their Chemistry teacher, Mrs. Yoko, was saying.
"What are you waiting for," Troy asked out of the corner of his mouth after five minutes of this.
"Ms. Darbus is posting the cast list today after school," she said, trying to speak in a you-should-know-that tone, but even the actress in her couldn't hide her excitement. She flashed a toothy grin at him. Gabriella, who appeared to be keeping rapt attention on Mrs. Yoko, suddenly whipped her head around and whispered to Troy, "What part do you want?"
"Well, er…Danny, naturally," he said.
"I hope you're Danny and I'm Sandy!" she smiled an over-happy smile and turned around to keep adding to her three-page notes.
Sharpay looked incredulously at Troy. "What was that about?" she hissed.
Troy replied, maybe a bit too quickly, with "Well, you know she's had the biggest crush on me," He spotted Sharpay's murderous look and hastily added, "It doesn't mean anything, though." He didn't say anything else until the bell twenty minutes later, when Sharpay was dragging him to the Theatre Wing.
East High presents…Grease!
Main Characters
Danny Zuko: Troy BoltonSandy Olsson: Sharpay Evans
Rizzo: Gretchen Smith
Kenickie: Jason Cross
Doody: Robert Grey
Sonny: Henry Young
Frenchy: Gabriella Montez
Jan: Taylor McKessie
Marty Maraschino: Kelsi Neilson
Eugene Felnic: Chad Danforth
Patty Simcox: Olivia O'Brien
Cha-Cha: Martha Cox
Teen Angel: Ryan Evans
"I'm Sandy! And you're Danny! It's perfect!" Sharpay squealed, hugging Troy, who looked shocked.
Gabriella sauntered over to the pair. "Congrats, Shar!" she said with a sugarcoated smile that was nothing like her own.
"When's the first practice? Oh, it's tonight!" Sharpay said, taking notice of the type under the cast list.
We only got four minutes to save the world…"That's my cell phone alarm for Chemistry Club. See you tonight!" she smiled and walked to the Science Lab, throwing a small wink toward Troy.
"Troy, what is going on between you and Gabriella?!" Sharpay audibly hissed. Her happiness was gone, her face cold and stony.
"I told you, nothing!" Troy said angrily.
Sharpay scoffed and rolled her eyes. "See you at practice tonight, Troy," she said dramatically and strutted out of the crowded corridor.
"Women," he muttered to himself and walked out of the hallway.
Sharpay dared a glance over her shoulder: not a soul in sight. She power-walked to Mrs. Darbus' office and knocked on the door.
"Come in," said a distant voice. Sharpay defiantly opened to door.
"What is it, Sharpay?" she asked.
"Give Sandy to Gabriella, Mrs. Darbus," she said thickly, trying to hold back something horribly like tears.
"But, dear, Sandy is the idea part for you!" she insisted.
"Well, Troy would be much happier chasing after Gabriella for two hours than me!" her voice shook with anger.
"Gabriella just couldn't hit those high notes, Ms. Evans. And, besides, the parts are final. Opening night is in ten weeks and I only want a superb performance, which cannot be achieved when we have an unsuitable Sandy!" she said.
"But…" Sharpay began.
"No buts about it." Mrs. Darbus said seriously, directing Sharpay with one bony hand out the door.
Sharpay resigned and slumped out the door, still shaking with anger toward Mrs. Darbus, Troy, Gabriella, everyone. She felt a strong surge of loathing toward the garbage can as she passed it. She gave it a good kick to let off steam, but it only increased her bad mood. In addition with her growing suspicion of Troy and Gabriella, she now had a stubbed tow to deal with. She hobbled to her car and plopped into the seat and pressed the radio Power button.
Right now, he's probably slow dancin' with a beach-blond tramp and she's probably getting' frisky…
Sharpay shut it off with a scowl and kept her eyes on the road, but her range of mobility was getting narrower and narrower. I can't take this anymore, she thought to herself as she turned back into the student parking lot and walked to the main entrance, and she actually had a logical reason for being here: she had forgotten her…audition contemplation. Yeah, that'll do, she thought to herself.
Left, right, left, left… "Ah, here it is!" she said to herself cheerily, opening the door and nearly fell over at the horrendous sight she saw.
Troy was French-kissing Gabriella, who was pressed up against a wall, her hand up his shirt, his hand in her hair.
"TROY!" she said hoarsely, just staring at him with an I-can't-believe-you face, her eyes blazing.
"Sharpay, I can explain!" he began desperately.
"Save your breath, Bolton," she said disgustedly, slamming the door, willing herself to keep the tears from falling.
Author's Note: Please review! I know this sort of ended on an odd note.