I'm ultra pleased with how this chapter came out :] I wrote it entirely in SHARPAY'S POINT OF VIEW. Isn't that nice? Now, we can see the inner workings of her brain :D And just so you know, this chapter starts off right when she witnesses the Troy/Gabriella smooch.

And I changed my mind, this chapter is NOT the last.

Disclaimer: !$%^&* I don't own HIGH SCHOOL MUSICAL :] or the song 'Hey Stephen' by Taylor Swift (kinda wish I did, though. It's an amazing song :D)

I'm trying to convince myself that what I just saw wasn't real. That I was hallucinating. But I'm way too freaked out to go back and look again.

And if I had seen what I thought I saw, then it was better that I didn't go back.

I ran away from there so quick, I nearly passed up Ryan on my way out of the school.

"Hey Shar— Whoa, what happened?" he said, when he saw me.

I guess the 'what happened?' part was a reaction to seeing my tear-stained face, but I didn't care. My heart had just been ripped out, I didn't care about anything anymore.

I didn't respond when he asked if I was okay. I just grabbed him by his arm and instinctively dragged him towards the car. "Ow, Shar. You're gonna rip my arm out of it's socket," Ryan whined.

So what, Ryan? At least, you could still actually live without an arm. I may never make it through the night, without a heart.

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The next day…

This is how Ryan greeted me, when he came in my bedroom this morning: "Sharpay, why the hell are you still in bed?"

I guess it was valid question, considering we only had 15 minutes to get to school and I was still lying in bed in Hello Kitty pajamas. But he could've asked a little nicer.

"I'm not going to school," I said to him.

"Are you sick?"

"Yes," I answered. Which wasn't a lie, because I am sick. My heart is sick. And my eyes hurt from crying so much last night. So, why should I cause myself anymore pain by going back to school?

Especially when I know that if I go to school, I'll have to face him. As well as, her.

Even though, I honestly never liked her. I always knew she would steal him away. I always knew she was a gypsy.

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"God, you're still in bed?" was Ryan's way of greeting me when he got home from school today.

"Yes. Nice to see you, too, Ryan," I responded flatly, as I readjusted my pillow under my head. I hadn't moved from my bed since he left.

Except maybe twice, to use the bathroom. But right after that, I'd climbed right back in bed.

"So, how was school?" I asked, even though I didn't really care. I almost wished he would go away, so I could go back to sleep. It was so peaceful, while he was gone.

"Alright, I guess," Ryan said, taking a seat on my bed.

Great. Now he'll never leave.

"Everyone was wondering where you were," Ryan continued. "Especially Troy."

Troy. I'm not sure why but just the sound of his name made me cringe. Which is way different from the way his name used to make me feel… blissfully happy. But that was before he ripped my heart out…

Oh shoot. I think Ryan noticed my cringe. He's giving me a weird look.

He was about to say something, when the chorus of the song 'Hey Stephen' by Taylor Swift suddenly filled the air.

'Cause I can't help it if you look like angel. Can't help it if I wanna kiss you in the rain so'

My phone was ringing. And there was no way I was answering it.

'Come feel this magic, I've been feeling since I met you. Can't help it if there's no one else'

I already knew who it was on the other end, because my phone only rang that way when a certain person was calling.

"RYAN! DON'T!" I shouted, as he proceeded to answer the phone.

But Ryan ignored my plea, and answered it anyway. "Hello?…Oh, hey Troy…Yeah, she's here…"

Then he handed me the phone, and left the room. I wondered if Troy had told him something that caused him to leave. I took the phone, held it up to my ear.

"Shar? Are you there?" Troy asked, from the other end of the line.

It's amazing how his voice still made my heart flutter, even now when I had almost convinced myself that I didn't love him anymore.

But honestly, the thought of not loving him anymore made me want to cry.

"Troy, I don't want to talk…" I said, hoping he could tell from my voice that I was on the verge of tears.

"Why? What's wrong? … Are you crying?" he asked.

"No," I lied.

"Wait. I'm coming over there," he said.

"What?! Now?" I squealed.

"Yes. Now."

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"Sharpay. Troy is here," Ryan called out, from outside my bedroom door.

"I know, that's why the door is locked," I yelled back at him.

I had gotten up and locked the door, as soon as I hung up the phone. No way was Troy coming in here. I didn't want to see him.

I could hear some muffled sounds coming from outside the door. My guess was that Troy was standing there and Ryan was telling him that my door was locked.

"Sharpay." It was Troy's voice this time. "Will you open the door, please?

Surprisingly, I did as he asked. His voice is just so much more persuasive than Ryan's. It's quite sickening how much power his presence still has over me, even when I'm supposedly mad at him.

Only it's so much easier to be mad at Troy when he's nowhere around, as oppose to when he's standing at your doorway.

"Why did you lock me out?" he asked, as walked into my room.

It was a good question. Why did I lock him out? I'd already forgotten. I obviously wanted him in here. Otherwise, I wouldn't have opened the door when he asked. And, if I didn't want him here, I wouldn't have this budding urge inside of me right now, to jump into his arms and stay there until the day I died.

But then, I remembered what he did. And that I was upset about it.

"Because I didn't want to see you," I finally responded.

"You mean, you didn't want me to see you crying?"

"No. That's not what I meant," I said, with a little more force than I'd intended.

Troy seemed way taken aback by that remark. He looked away from me and glanced towards the window, like he was trying to decide whether or not he should make a leap for it.

I really hoped that he wouldn't. I mean, I don't think my room is high enough off the ground where he could actually die from jumping out the window. But I still didn't want him to get hurt.

But I didn't say anything to him, because I'm supposed to be mad at him.

I am mad at him.

At least, I think I am.

"Why didn't you want see me?" he asked, sounding miserable. He wasn't looking at the window anymore, though. Thank god.

"Because I'm mad at you," I said, not sure who I was trying to convince: him or myself.

"Why?"

I hesitated to answer. I knew why I was mad at him. All I had to do was say it. But this was when I realized that I had never actually admitted, not even to myself, what I'd seen yesterday.

"Because you kissed Gabriella," I said in a hurry to get it over with.

Troy looked alarmed. "I did?"

"Yes, you did." When he still looked alarmed, I continued. "I saw you. Yesterday. You guys didn't notice me, but I was there…"

This was when my tears began to fall again, and my voice started trailing off.

"Sharpay…"

"Stop talking," I tried to yell, but when I choked it, it was barely louder than a whisper.

"But you don't understand. I didn't…it was Gabriella."

"Go away."

"You want me to leave?" he asked.

"Yes. Unless, you have another definition for 'go away'."

He didn't say anything for a while. He just stood there, looking towards the window again. And then after a minute passed, he said, "Okay, I'll go."

And right before he walked out of the room—before I could even make any attempt to run after him and tell him that I was sorry, before I could utter a single word to a visibly stricken Ryan who had watched the entire scene from outside my door—Troy muttered the words "I'm sorry."

And, then, right before my disbelieving eyes, a tear leaked from his eyes and dripped onto the floor.

So, this chapter was ultra depressing. Wasn't it? :[ It made me sad. Poor Troy. Poor Sharpay. Poor Ryan, for almost having his arm ripped off. Poor Gabriella, for being so insane (even though, she wasn't even in this chapter).

And Troy actually cried D; He said he would cry, if Shar ever broke up with him, & he did. How tragic.