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You're the One That I WantChapter 3: You Don't Need To
By musiclover94
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.
"Alright cast! Let's get together!" Mrs. Darbus called shrilly, clapping for attention. As one, the whole cast fell silent. She was one of those teachers who had the gift of making a group silent with ease.
"Well, as you should know, opening night is in ten weeks, and I want a superb performance out of all of you," she said, repeating what she had said to Sharpay earlier.
Several people nodded in agreement.
"Okay, then let's get started! Take it from 'Grease'" she said excitedly.
Solve my problems and I
see the light
We gotta plug and think, we gotta feed it
right
There ain't no danger we can go to far
We start believing
now that we can be who we are
Grease is the word
They think
our love is just a growing pain
Why don't they understand, It's
just a crying shame
Their lips are lying only real is real
We
start to find right now we got to be what we feel
Troy kept trying to steal pleading looks at Sharpay, which she ignored. When she saw him do this for the umpteenth time, she shot him daggers, and then returned to the elaborate dance routine they were supposed to be doing with a somewhat pained smile.
Grease is the word
They
think our love is just a growing pain
Why don't they understand,
It's just a crying shame
Their lips are lying only real is real
We
start to find right now we got to be what we feel…
Grease is the
word
Grease is the word, is the word that you heard
"Stop!" Mrs. Darbus. She then went into a long-winded drone about 'really feeling the beat'. Sharpay was listening with rapt attention and was trying her best to avoid Troy's looks once again. Once Mrs. Darbus was done, she walked stiffly to Troy and hissed, "You are going to mess this whole show up, Troy! Pay attention!"
"Shar, I…" Troy began, but Sharpay cut him off.
"As I said before, save your breath, Bolton!" she said dangerously.
"Hey Troy," Gabriella walked over, swinging her hips and smiling at Troy, "what's up?"
"Nothing," he said, quickly stepping over to be next to Sharpay, who quickly moved away.
"Oh, come on, Troy, I know there's something on your mind," she said.
"Attention!" Mrs. Darbus called.
"See you later," she said, winking at Troy.
Sharpay glowered at a desperate Troy and walked away.
"Okay, let's just run through each of the songs, shall we?" she asked. "Let's start with 'Summer Nights'."
Troy gave a last pleading look towards Sharpay before beginning…
Summer lovin' had me a
blast
Summer lovin', happened so fast
I met a girl crazy for
me
I met a boy, cute as can be
Troy sang as if he was really hoping Sharpay was still crazy for him. Only Sharpay's acting chops saved the song from being sarcastic.
Summer days driftin'
away,
To uh-oh those summer nights
Tell me more, tell me more,
Did you get very far?
Tell me more, tell me more,
Like,
does he have a car?
Gabriella's acting skills weren't as good as Sharpay's, as you could hear a trace of scathing in her voice as she sang. Sharpay tried to look dreamy, but found it harder as the song went on.
The song came to an end and Mrs. Darbus said, "Ah, excellent, Troy, Sharpay! Now…hmm….'Hopelessly Devoted to You'."
Is she trying to torture me? Sharpay thought angrily as Troy, the T-Birds and the Pink Ladies left the stage. Sharpay took a deep breath and began to sing, trying to sound heartbroken, which, truthfully, she did. But not this way.
Guess mine is not the
first heart broken,
my eyes are not the first to cry I'm not the
first to know,
there's just no gettin' over you
Hello, I'm
just a fool who's willing to sit around
and wait for you
But
baby can't you see, there's nothin' else
for me to do I'm
hopelessly devoted to you
But now there's nowhere to hide,
since
you pushed my love aside I'm not in my head,
hopelessly devoted
to you
Hopelessly devoted to you,
hopelessly devoted to
you
My head is saying "fool, forget him",
my heart
is saying "don't let go"
Hold on to the end, that's
what I intend to do
I'm hopelessly devoted to you
But now
there's nowhere to hide,
since you pushed my love aside I'm not
in my head,
hopelessly devoted to you
Hopelessly devoted to
you,
hopelessly devoted to you
The song ended to wild applause and Sharpay smiled in spite of herself.
"Excellent Sharpay, just excellent! Ah, now, since you are doing so nicely on the love songs," Sharpay looked at her in horror, "how about you ad Troy sing 'You're the One That I Want'."
Sharpay grudgingly walked on stage and swore that Darbus smirked at her.
I got chills, they're
multiplyin', and I'm losin' control
Cause the power you're
supplyin', it's electrifyin'
You better shape up, cause I
need a man,
and my heart is set on you
You better shape up,
you better understand,
to my heart I must be true
Nothing
left, nothing left for me to do
This was probably the only lines she spoke truthfully: she did need a man. She let the beat take her as the song continued.
You're the one that I
want
(you are the one I want), ooh ooh ooh, honey
The one that
I want (you are the one I want),
ooh ooh ooh, honey
The one
that I want (you are the one I want),
ooh ooh ooh, honey
The
one I need (the one I need),
oh yes indeed (yes indeed)
Darbus motioned for Sharpay to look at Troy. She did and instantly regretted it. He was once again giving her pleading looks. She cleverly ignored them and continued…
An hour later, practice was over and Sharpay was halfway out the front doors when a sudden unseasonable chill hit her. She went back to the auditorium to her coat…
Troy had to stay after for a few minutes for Mrs. Darbus' extensive notes on him. He was just getting his jacket when s hand tapped on his shoulder. He spun around and saw Gabriella smiling at him.
"Hi Troy," she said, obviously pleased about something.
"Er…hi Gabriella," Troy said, putting on his jacket.
"I like you," she said, moving closer. Troy instinctively looked at the door.
"Erm…thanks?" he said, getting more awkward by the minute. Gabriella was almost nose-to-nose with him…
Why do they put the auditorium on the 4th floor, Sharpay groaned as she saw another flight of stairs in front of her. She took them two at a time, eager to get home.
"Erm…I'm still dating Sharpay, Gabriella," he said, not knowing if it was entirely truthful.
"Oh come on," Gabriella rolled her chocolate brown eyes, "she doesn't deserve you." She moved closer still.
Only a couple more, Sharpay thought happily to herself, catching sight of the theatre doors. She walked a bit faster and grabbed the cool handle and pushed it open…
At the same moment, Gabriella moved a eighth of a step closer and smashed her lips on his, much to Troy's surprise. He tried to pull her off, grabbing hold of her head, but she proved much stronger than she let on.
Ah, now where did I le-"WHAT?!" Sharpay screeched, catching sight of the pair. Troy finally pulled Gabriella off him and quickly turned to face Sharpay, who was shaking with rage and gave off a spooky laugh.
"Well, well, twice!" she said manically, trying to cover up her heart painfully breaking.
"Shar, I can explain…" he began, taking a couple steps forward.
"Oh, you don't need to, Bolton…" she said, still more spookily as she slowly backed out of the auditorium, clutching her jacket.
Troy once again felt a hand tap his shoulder.
"Just stay away from me!" he said angrily and snatched his jacket and walked out of the theatre. Gabriella stood there for a moment, and then with the air of a dog ridding itself of water, shook her head slightly and followed Troy.
Sharpay was stumbling out of the East High front doors, tears smudging her eyesight. She crossed the road and heard a set of tires screeching. She quickly turned her blonde head and saw a terrified-looking driver staring back at her. She quickly his her face again, running to her car, the tears blending wit the slow rain coming down.
Author's Note: Bad ending, I know. Nevertheless, please review!