I'm sorry, a million times, for taking forever and a day to update. My laptop was pretty much dead D; But thanks to a very lovely tech guy named Adam, it has been resurrected! YAY! :D

& just so you know: I was lacking inspiration, so this chapter is kind of lame. LOL. :D

Disclaimer: Nope. I still don't own HSM.

"I categorically refuse to believe that Troy would ever do something like that," Ryan insisted, after Sharpay finally confided in him about what happened with Troy.

"Well, what else could he possibly have been doing, that would've involved his lips to be that close to Gabriella's?" Sharpay asked, with a sarcastic tone.

"I don't know, maybe she had something on her mouth and—"

"And what? He was trying to lick it off?" Sharpay finished her brother's thought. She cringed after she said it. Ew. The very thought of that was disgusting.

"No. That's not what I was going to say," Ryan muttered. "But I still don't believe that Troy actually did anything. He said that Gabriella forced herself on him. And I believe him. I mean, doesn't that sound like a highly likely thing for Gabriella to have done?"

Sharpay didn't answer right away. On one hand, she knew that it was likely that Gabriella had been the one making all the moves. But on the other hand, what if it was Troy did kiss Gabriella? Even so, he had cried when Sharpay broke up with him, so whether the kiss was his doing or not, he was obviously sorry about it... "I don't know what to do, Ry."

"Well, if you're asking me for advice, I say you should call Troy," Ryan suggested.

Sharpay perked up, a little. She'd liked that idea. She so wanted to hear Troy's voice… "But I should I say to him?"

Ryan shrugged, "I don't know. I already told you to call him. That's all I've got. I can only give so much advice in one night."

"Well, you're no help at all," Sharpay muttered, as she picked her phone up off her bedside table, with intentions of calling Troy. "Now get out of here, Ry. I want to talk to Troy in peace," she said, shooing her brother out off her room.

"But I—"

"No 'buts', mister. Get out," she said, as she literally shoved him out of the room and locked the door behind him.

Sharpay then picked up her phone, and quickly dialed Troy's number. She patiently waited for him to answer, only to be disheartened when she heard his voicemail pick up.

"Hey, this is Troy. I'm either nowhere near my phone right now or I'm just ignoring your call, because I don't want to talk to you. Haha. Anyway, you know what to do after the beep."

Sharpay froze while listening to Troy's voicemail message. "I'm just ignoring your call because I don't want to talk to you" That wasn't directed towards her, was it? Did he not want to talk to her? She quickly tried to shake that thought from her mind. That was ridiculous. Troy's voicemail message had always sounded like that… Hadn't it?

"Hi Troy. I'm not sure why I'm calling you. I'm only doing it because Ryan told me to. Well, that's not completely true. I just wanted hear voice, honestly, but since you're not answering your phone… Uh, that voicemail message isn't directed towards me, is it? No, it isn't. I didn't think so.

Well, I did, but… you know what, this message is pointless. I'm going to hang up now." Which she was fully about to do, before she remembered that she had forgotten something. "This is Sharpay, by the way. You probably already knew that." Then she hung up the phone and threw it on the floor.

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Sharpay walked into school the next day, ready to questioned like crazy about where she had been for the past two days. She decided that she had cut herself off from the outside world for long enough. Well, not really. She was only at school because Ryan had practically dragged out of bed. And she didn't quite have the energy to fight him.

Plus, there was that whole wanting-to-talk-to-Troy-and-apologize-for-flipping-out-on-him-two-days-ago thing. Not to mention, the wanting-to-kill-Gabriella-for-kissing-him thing.

Sharpay was on her way to her locker, when she noticed Troy standing next to his own locker. She was slightly surprised to find that Gabriella wasn't there with him. She would've thought that Gabriella would be clinging to him like static, since Sharpay had not been around for the past couple of days.

"Hey Troy," Sharpay said, as she stopped by his locker.

He stared at her blankly for a moment or two, before he answered, "Hi." Sharpay noticed his voice sounded terribly dry, as if he had been living in a desert and hadn't had any water in days. She couldn't understand why his voice sounded that way, but she guessed that it had something to do with her.

At that exact moment, Gabriella appeared—seemingly out of thin air, Sharpay thought—next to Troy. It seems Sharpay might have been right about the clinging thing.

"Hello Troy," Gabriella said, giddily, only to receive the same dry-sounding "hi" that Sharpay got.

Gabriella's smile faltered a bit, but she quickly perked herself back up before she turned to look at Sharpay. "Where have you been the past two days?" she asked. Even though, Sharpay guessed, she probably really couldn't have cared less and was only being nice because Troy was standing less than a foot away.

"I had the flu," she lied smoothly, then quickly averted her towards Troy, who knew the true reason why she hadn't been in. She silently wondered whether or not he'd told Gabriella. But Troy gave no clue as to if he had told her or not, for he wasn't even paying attention to either Sharpay or Gabriella. He seemed to find a greater interest in a wall, at which he was intently staring at.

"Oh really?" Gabriella asked, her voice drenched with fake concern.

Sharpay nodded, in response to her. But her eyes were still fixated on Troy. His silence was making her nervous. And what made her even more nervous was the fact that Gabriella didn't seem too bothered by it. As if it was normal for him, to be focusing all his energy on staring at the wall.

"What did you do to Troy?" she asked, cautiously.

Gabriella seemed to be thrown off by the question, but all she answered with was "Huh?"

"You used you're weird gypsy voodoo on him, didn't you?" Sharpay nearly screamed, causing a few people in the hallway to stare.

"Oh. You mean when I kissed him?" Gabriella asked, with a smug look on her face. She had said this to make Sharpay upset, and it had certainly worked. And even though she had already known about the kiss that Gabriella was referring to and had mentally forgiven Troy for it, it still made her heart break.

"Why isn't he talking, Gabriella? What did you to him?" Sharpay asked. She'd done right by deciding to not comment on what Gabriella had just said, for she was already on the verge of tears. Ryan really shouldn't have made her come to school today…

Pretty much everyone in the hallway was watching them now. Even Troy had taken a short break from his staring contest with the wall, to glance quickly in their direction.

Gabriella shook her head. "Sharpay. I didn't do anything thing to him, except give him what he wanted. I mean, it's not like he was going to get it from you. You don't exactly put out."

Then before either of them knew what was happening, Gabriella felt a sharp pain in her cheek.

Sharpay had slapped her, hard.

Yeah, so Serena/HeSaidSheSaidx wanted Gabriella to get bitch-slapped… and there it was. Are you happy now? Haha. ;D

Oh. And if you're wondering what was going on with Troy & the wall... honestly I have no idea. haha. Like I said before, I was lacking inspiration. But I guess, it's safe to say that he's acting like that, because he's still distraught from Sharpay breaking up with him & whatnot.