Chapter three- Every Queen needs her king

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A/N- I know I havn't updated in a while, so here you go. Hope you enjoy.

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He's just so stupid. He thinks the world revolves around him. I hope he wakes up one day and realizes that not everything is about him! I can't wait for that. To see the look on his face when he discovers that he's nothing special. Ugh, he's so ignorant. He's the most annoying creature! Sorry for going on like this. You're the only one I can really talk to right now. My brother seems to be on his side! I can't believe him. But thanks so much for listening to me. You're such a great help.

xoxo ShoppingQueen

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She's so....UGH! The only person she cares about his herself. All she ever does is look in the stupid mirror and pretend to be better than everyone else. She has no clue. None at all. She's irritates me to no end. Ugh. I really wish I could hit girls sometimes. Oh, sorry about that. She just gets to me sometimes. Well, all the time actually. But thanks for putting up with me. I wish that girl was more like you. Then I wouldn't have any problems.

TheCourtKing

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"Ms. Evans...Mr. Bolton. Please put away your cell phones." The teacher instructed, her voice angry.

Both of them looked up for the first time. They hadn't noticed anything going on. They both put away their phones, giving each other a glare when their eyes met. Not much had changed. The still hated each other.

"Thank you. Now may I continue?"

Sharpay sighed, Troy didn't respond. She glared at them both. "Something you would like to discuss?"

"How stupid Bolton is." Sharpay muttered under her breathe. He'd been bothering her all week and she was so tired of him.

"Me?" Troy asked suprised. "I'm the stupid one?"

Sharpay sighed again. She was almost tired of fighting with him. "Yes. You know that. We all know that. Now shut up."

"Listen Evans-"

"I said shut up!" Sharpay snapped. Everyone's head snapped up. Troy even looked suprised. He'd never seen her this...scary. She stood up, hovering over his desk. "I'm so sick and tired of your stupid ass crap! Why the hell can't you just leave me alone? For five seconds! Don't you think my life is bad enough without you trying to ruin it? Do you even care about anyone besides yourself? Of course you don't care if you hurt me. No one does. But just leave me the hell alone!" And with that, she stormed out. Everyone looked after her with shock. No one had expected that.

Troy bit his lip, and slowly got from his desk and followed her out. No one followed. They knew better. Troy found Sharpay sitting on the floor next to her locker, her head in her hands.

He spoke slowly and carefully. "Are you...crying?"

She looked up. Her face was dry. "I'm tired." She snapped. "I'm tired of everything."

He looked around, uncomfortable. "Look I'm sorry for being so hard on you lately. I just...I guess I'm taking my anger out on the wrong person."

"I give you plenty reasons. I'm pretty bad to you myself."

"You are." He agreed, but smirked little. "But that's how we are. I just didn't know it was effecting you like this. I'm sorry."

She sighed, wiping her bangs from her face. "It's not you. My parents...are getting a divorce. My brother doesn't even seem to notice. And it's kind of hard for me to open up to people, and one of the only people I can isn't really here..."

He nodded and sat beside her. "I know what you mean. My parents put a lot of pressure on me. I can't talk to them. I have no girlfriend, and...have you tried having a mature conversation with Chad? It never ends well. And I know how you feel about being away from the only person you can really talk to. It's hard." He said, both completly oblivious to the fact they were talking about each other.

"Sorry." She muttered understandingly. "I guess I don't make it easier."

"Me either."

She seemed to finally snap out of her daze and looked for the first time at what postion they were in. They were trying to comfort each other, sitting alone together in the hall having a meaningful talk. She didn't like it. "Um...I hope you don't think this means we're friends or anything. I still kind of hate you."

He glared at her, but smiled just a little. "Yeah, I still hate you too, so no worries. Besides," He began, standing from the floor. "Why would I want to be friends with you? That's just...sick."

She nodded, standing up too. "Okay...you have three seconds to start running before I kill you."

"You wouldn't."

"One second."

"Oh, shit."

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Anything good happen today? I havn't talked to you since this morning. I was really starting to miss you.

TheCourtKing

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Nothing great. Just high school drama, as always. What about you? I've missed you too.

xoxo ShoppingQueen

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"Gabby...seriously?" Sharpay questioned, her voice sounding unsure.

"Come on Shar. Please, for me."

Sharpay sighed from insane the changing booth, then opened the door to reveal herself in a tight fitting, glittering, silver dress. It was strapless and only came about to her thigh. She wasn't use to wearing things this revealing. "It's a little tight."

"It's suppose to be." Gabririella giggled, enjoying herself. "Look int he mirror."

"I'm too afraid."

"Just do it."

Sharpay sighed again and stood in front of the mirror. There was no way her parents would ever let her leave the house this way. but that only made her want it even more. "If you like this dress so much why don't you get it?"

"I couldn't pull it off. Besides, this looked amazing on you. Absolutely beautiful."

Sharpay smiled. "Thanks, but I don't know..."

"Come on Shar. You look stunning. Just look at yourself."

She did. Than smiled after a minute. "I guess it's not too bad."

"Exactly. You look hot."

Sharpay eyes her curiously. "If you're turning gay on me, give me fair warning."

Gabririella giggled. "I'm not gay. I'm just super excited."

"For...?"

"Prom, duh. That's what we're shopping for."

Sharpay's eyes widened. "You're right...prom is almost here. Oh, crap! I don't have a date!"

"Just ask Zeke. He'll say yes. Or half the boys in our class. Maybe even Troy." She muttered under her breathe.

Sharpay froze. "What?"

"Well I uh...saw you guys talking the other day in teh hall and you seemed-"

"No, no, no. I hate him Gabby. There's no way in hell I would ever go to prom with him."

"Okay, I just thought I'd mention your options. But I do have to say, you should get the dress. You want to look good when you're crowned prom queen right?"

Sharpay slapped her forhead. "Shit. Prom queen? I havn't even thought of all that yet. I'm way too behind. This is awful!" She yelled, storming out of the dressing room quickly and began looking through all teh racks of dresses.

"Shar, what are you doing?"

"I need to fins the perfect drees. Right now."

Before Gabriella could respond they heard to guys laughing behind them. Two familair voices. Sharpay cursed under her breathe.

"Gabby...Sharpay?" Troy's voice sounded suprised, but also a little amused as he saw the two.

"Hey Troy, hey Chad." Gabriella greeted.

They greeted her back and Sharpay slowly turned around to face them. Both of their jaws dropped. "Hey guys."

"Woah, Shar." Chad whistled playfully. "Someone call the hottie police."

Sharpay laughed. "Thanks. I'm just trying on dresses. Gabriella forced this one on me." She said as Gabriella gave a proud smile.

Troy finally seemed to snap out of it, and shook his head, clearing his thoughts. "Um...I guess you don't look too bad." It was a lie. He thought she looked amazing. It was hard to even not look at her. Though he'd never admit this.

"Thanks...I think."

He nodded, then pulled on Chad's shirt. "Let's go Chad." He said, wanting to leave before he said or did anything embarassing. Just like that they were gone.

"Well that was odd. Troy looked like he was going crazy over your dress though."

"I guess. I didn't really notice." That was another lie. "But I uh...I think I'll take this dress."

Gabriella grinned. "Great. You know, I bet you and Troy will be crowned king and queen at prom. You think you'll be bale to actually dance together without killing each other...or ripping each other's cloths off?" She asked, trying hre best not to giggle.

"Please, Gabriella!"

She shrugged. "What? You knwo what they say...every queen needs her king."

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Sorry, it's a pretty bad chapter. But for those who wanted an update, there you go.

Please review and sorry for any spelling mistakes. I was rushed.

-Lovearies