Juliet is who?
Chapter Seven: Juliet is who?
A/N: IMPORTANT NEWS UPDATE: I was nominated for HSM Awards, with Mistletoe and Cinderella in the "Best Chaylor" category, and Truth or Dare in the "Best Zekepay" category. So, I'm stunned that I'm there, but someone must have liked my stories, so yeah. Go to the HSM Fanfiction Awards Take 2 community, and vote! Preferably, for me, but, you know…
Disclaimer: After my longest A/N in history, I still don't own HSM. Phooey.
Sharpay's POV
I walked into school feeling like a zombie. I had gotten no sleep last night. I was up, worrying about how I had dome in the audition. I could have done way better. I mean, I hardly used any body language! And my voice tone was way off! I mean, when I was supposed to sound romantic, I sounded peppy.
"Hey, Sharpay, do you think that the parts are posted?" Ryan asked me, looking around the hallway.
"What do you think? Mrs. Darbus only puts up the parts at the end of the day." I snapped.
Ryan's eyes widened. "What's up with you?"
"What's up with me? What's up with me?!" I exploded. "What do you think is up with me? I performed horribly, Troy and Gabriella will get our parts yet again, and my reputation will be ruined!" I threw up my hands. "That's what's up with me!"
Ryan backed away. "Sorry."
I softened. "No, I'm sorry. I shouldn't have snapped. I'm just really stressed."
"No problem." Ryan replied. But I noticed that he kept his distance as we walked towards homeroom.
"Good morning, class." Mrs. Darbus greeted us, sweeping into the room.
"Good morning Mrs. Darbus." We chanted tiredly.
"Now," Mrs. Darbus said, as several hands shot into the air. "I bet you're wondering when the audition lists will be posted." The hands went down lazily. "Well, the cast will be posted at the end of the day, as is my usual custom. Just remember, it doesn't matter whether you got the lead or not. Even if you have a small part, you can contribute to the play in a big way." Some kids rolled their eyes at this, but otherwise there was no comment from the rest of the room.
After homeroom, I headed to my Math class, and saw none other than Troy Bolton. I sat down in my seat, and whispered to him out of the corner of my mouth, "Ready to lose the roles to Ryan and I?"
Troy looked at me, and opened his mouth to reply, but was cut off by Mr. Haji, our Math teacher, entering the room. He had to settle for a look of deep loathing, before turning around and opening his Math homework. I snorted. His little girlfriend had really changed his attitude. Before Gabriella came, he would have gone right out and insulted me in front of the teacher. That's right, I know about Troy's crush on Gabriella. Let's face it, it's pretty obvious. I mean, come on people! From the near-kiss, to him walking her home everyday, you would think that it would be pretty obvious.
The thing that I find weird about them is that they met by doing some crazy-good karaoke singing. Yes, I do admit that Troy and Gabriella have good voices. Don't look so shocked! But, I mean, what a cliché way of meeting! Singing karaoke? But, I do admit, it is original. And romantic. Not at all like Zeke and I met.
See, we first saw each other in freshman year. I was in his English and Math class. In both subjects, he sat two rows behind me. I never really knew his name; I just referred to him as "the boy in my English/Math class."
That all changed on November 18th of my freshman year.
I was walking through the hall, as innocent and charming as can be, when Zeke runs up to me, and calls my name.
"Sharpay!" He said. I was surprised that he knew my name, but shrugged it off.
"Yes?" I asked politely, trying to think of this boy's real name.
"Could I borrow your English notes?" he asked, panting.
I shrugged. "Sure. But, please, give them back to me by tomorrow."
Zeke had brightened, and he thanked me graciously. "Oh, thank-you so much!"
I was slightly vexed at why he would be so thankful, but kept my thoughts to myself, and went on my merry way.
The next day, Zeke not only returned with my notes, but with a HUGE banana cream cake (that he claimed was from the bakery) that said, 'Thanks, Sharpay! From, Zeke' in bright blue letters.
I nearly died.
This kid (Now, I would always remember his name) had made me a cake. A cake! Just for borrowed notes.
I then did the only thing I could think of.
I pushed the whole thing into his face.
And he has been taken with me ever since. Something about liking 'ladies of power,' I think. Who would have thought that we would end up dating?
I barley paid attention the rest of my classes. Math was mediocre. LA was laughable. Lunch was lame. Social Studies was shallow. Science was shameful. Phys Ed was a farce. All-in-all, not a very good day.
I waited, counting down the seconds until the end of the day.
"Three, two, one…" I counted under my breath.
The bell rang right on time. I, with the rest of the class, raced towards the announcements board. As we drew near, I pulled Ryan over so that we would see the list at the same time.
Mrs. Darbus turned away from the message board as she heard us stampeding down the hall.
"Why, hello, class. As you can see," she made a wide, sweeping gesture with her arm, "I have just posted the list. I just want to remind you all that everyone has a role in making the play fabulous, no matter hoe big or small your part is." I rolled my eyes. Now was not the time for an inspirational speech.
"Well, I know you're all eager, so here's the list!" She made another sweeping gesture with her arm, and walked away. Immediately, everyone swarmed to the list. I was, luckily, the first to get there and eagerly read the list.
"Romeo," I read out loud, "Is played by…" I ran my finger across the paper. "Troy Bolton."
I felt tears well up in my eyes. Troy and Gabriella had beaten Ryan and I again! I really thought that Ryan and I had nailed the parts. Just to confirm my thoughts, I looked for the lucky girl who would be playing Juliet (which was probably Gabriella.)
"Juliet," I said, clearing my throat, "Will be played by… Sharpay Evans."
I felt a tear run down my cheek. Yes, Gabriella had gotten the coveted… wait a minute. Does that say 'Sharpay Evans?!'
A/N: GASP! Sorry I haven't updated in forever, but I've been lazy, and my computer died. Anyway, you know the drill, review, review, review!
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