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Chapter Five: At the Evan's House

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Sharpay's POV

I groaned as Ryan told me the plan that he had suggested to Gabriella. I did not look forward to working with Troy Bolton, contrary to popular belief. Believe it or not, I do not have a crush on Troy Bolton, and I'm not dating Zeke to make him jealous. I'm not that low.

"Come on, Sharpay, practicing with Troy can't be that bad. It's only for an hour, and don't you want to get a good mark from Darbus?" Ryan asked, trying to cheer me up.

"Only and hour?! That's an hour I could have spent practicing with you, or saving Zeke from practicing with some girl that could very well steal him away from me!" I angrily exclaimed.

"Sharpay," Ryan began calmly, "I don't think that Taylor is going to steal Zeke away from you. She has a boyfriend, remember? His name is Chad, you know, big hair, not very bright-"

I cut him off. "Yeah, well, whatever. You never know. And I know who Chad is. Who doesn't?"

Ryan changed the subject. "Are you going to let Troy and Gabriella practice at our house or not?"

I sighed. "Well, I can't say no, because someone already asked them, didn't they?"

"So, is that a yes?" Ryan asked, perking up.

"Obviously." I stated.

Ryan looked at the distasteful look on my face, and rolled his eyes. "Come on, Sharpay, it's only for an hour. We'll still have a long time to practice, and-" he held up his hand, answering my unasked question, "You'll have plenty of time to call Zeke."

"OK, OK, I already agreed, no need to convince me more." I snapped.

Gabriella's POV

I saw Ryan telling Sharpay our practicing time, and giggled. She was being so dramatic! Though, I was thinking that Troy might have the same reaction as Sharpay.

I was right.

"Gabi!" Troy whined. "You know how much I don't like Sharpay!"

"Troy!" I mimicked. "You need the good marks!"

Troy pretended to be wounded. "Ouch. Alright, I'll do it. But I won't like it," he warned, wagging his finger at me.

"Troy," I said seriously, "You sound like a mom. Really. I'm not joking."

Troy quickly withdrew his finger, and I laughed. Trust Troy to be that careful about acting even slightly girlish.

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The rest of the day went fairly quickly, and before I knew it, I was in my car, with Troy beside me. And he was whining. Again.

"Come on, Gabriella, let me drive, I look so girly sitting in the passenger seat." He complained.

"Troy!" I exclaimed. "You never have a problem riding in the passenger seat of Chad's car!"

"Yeah, but Chad isn't a girl!" Troy shot back.

"So it's a sexist thing now." I said, teasing him.

Troy's face turned brick red. "That's not what I meant! You know I'm not sexist!"

I giggled. "Troy, I was joking. I don't really think that you're sexist."

Troy turned, if possible, even redder. "I knew that. But what I meant was that I look kind of… wimpy. You know, with a girl like you driving me around."

I immediately put up my guard. "What do you mean, 'a girl like me'?"

Troy's face was now a brilliant shade of crimson. "Well, you're…" Troy tried to find the right words. "You're petite! I look wimpy, because you're so small and cute, and you're driving me around!" Troy finished triumphantly.

I blushed. "You think I'm cute?" I asked shyly.

"Well, yes, I mean no! I mean," Troy stuttered. "Um, yes?"

Now I was the one blushing. Troy Bolton thought that I was cute?

An awkward silence followed. "So," I said, trying to break the ice, "Um, where did you say that Ryan and Sharpay lived again?"

Troy looked glad for a change of subject. "Um, at 382 Sherbury Drive."

I turned onto a beautiful street, lined with oaks. All of the houses had to be at least three stories or more. And they were magnificent. Every one of them had perfectly mowed lawns, a perfect garden, long driveways, and shiny cars. Not to mention that all of the houses looked like they were worth a million bucks.

I gasped quietly. "Sharpay and Ryan live here?" I asked, flabbergasted.

"Yup," Troy said, obviously awed. "I've been to their house a couple times, you know, for parties and stuff, but it still looks amazing every time I see it."

We had just pulled into the driveway of an absolutely massive house. Actually, it was more like a mansion. I could see Sharpay's and Ryan's car in the driveway, so I knew that they were already home. I remembered my car; an old green Subaru. I blushed, thinking how run-down my car must look compared to theirs.

"Well," Troy said, breaking the silence. "Why don't we go in?"

I nodded my agreement, and we walked up the granite steps.

As we stepped closer to the door, I heard an argument going on inside.

"I did not tell you that, Ryan!" Sharpay whined.

"Yes you did!" Ryan insisted. "You said that I should keep all candy out of your reach, so you don't gain more weight!"

"Well, now I'm telling you to stop!" Sharpay ordered.

"No can do. You also told me to not listen to you." Ryan said.

"Did not!"

"Did too!"

"Did not!"

"Did too!"

"Did not!"

"Did—oh, whatever. Never mind. Troy and Gabriella will be here soon," Ryan said maturely.

I looked over at Troy, and saw that he, too, was suppressing laughter. I calmed myself down, and rang the doorbell.

Ding-doooong echoed throughout the house.

Sharpay opened the door looking flustered. "Oh, hi, Gabi, Troy, come in." She said, gesturing towards the spacious foyer.

"Thank-you," I said politely, and walked in. I saw an Aero© bar on top of a shelf, which had probably been the object of their argument.

"Hey, Gabriella," Ryan greeted me, "Hey, Troy, how are you guys?"

"Good," we both answered in unison.

"Come on, Gabriella; let's go practice in the basement. Sharpay already claimed the living room." Ryan led me to a staircase that led downward.

As we left, I heard Sharpay say to Troy, "Troy? You're a tall guy, right? Would you mind getting that chocolate bar down for me?"

I stifled a giggle. Obviously, Sharpay was still set on getting that chocolate bar.

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The hour passed by in a blur of Shakespeare, marble floors, and leather upholstery. Ryan and I went upstairs, and saw Troy getting his jacket on, ready to leave.

As Troy and I left, I bid Ryan and Sharpay good-bye.

"Bye Ryan, bye Sharpay! See you tomorrow!"

"Bye!" They echoed.

After Troy and I had one our practicing, I flopped down on my bed, ready to sleep. Today had been a big day.

And tomorrow was going to be worse.

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