Okay, I'm really sleepy now and this chapter is so not good and I know you think that way too and I understand it and I really wish you could leave a review and I hope I can be more of a creative writer and yeah, I figured out that I keep using the grammatical conjunction 'and'. ;)

I wrote this for like forty minutes and uploaded it at once so that i could update this story because the original was accidentally deleted by my brother so i have to re-think for this whole chapter..

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Sharpay was marching around in her luxurious bedroom, biting her nails uncontrollably and unconsciously. It was nighttime and tomorrow shall be Monday, which means she would see Troy. That stupid basketball freak! Her thoughts ranted. When she couldn't control her temper anymore, she threw the first thing she grabbed. Fortunately, it wasn't her blower or else she would be as mad as hell; it was just her math book.

Ryan rushed into her in an instant. "Shar?" he called out nervously from her bedroom door. Sharpay looked at her as Ryan found her near her balcony. On his way towards her, he could see the doorknob of her drawer knocked down by the force Sharpay used to throw her book. "What happened to you?" he asked, as he gets nearer to his twin sister.

Sharpay looked at her with innocence and tears almost occupying her eyelids, still biting her nails.

"Anyone annoyed you again?" he asked again.

"Bolton!" she told him, her face crumpled in between her hands as she started marching angrily again.

"What? What do you mean Bolton?" Ryan asked in confusion, following his sister's march. "What did that Wildcat boy did to you? He's afraid of you, isn't he?"

She nodded. "That wildcat boy isn't much of a wild cat, Ry!" she told him as if it was the most obvious thing in the universe. She sighed before speaking again, and before Ryan could even make a follow-up question. "That scaredy-cat just…" she couldn't say the word. She picked up one of her pillows, put it in her face, and screamed to her heart's content.

"He… what?" he asked as soon as Sharpay put the pillow out of her face and embraced it as tight as she could.

Pictures of him kissing her makes her so much angry that her embrace to the pillow turned into a savage grip. Subconsciously, she was tearing the pillow and the pillowcase with her own hands as if it was Troy Bolton. "I'm gonna kill that stupid basketball freak!" she shrieked.

"Shar…" Ryan's hands came. He was calming his twin by caressing her arms. And when he could feel that Sharpay had relaxed, he gently took the torn pillow out of her hands and threw it somewhere. "Calm down. Relax. Breathe in, breath out." He instructed her and Sharpay did what she was told. "Feeling better?" Sharpay nodded. "Now, tell Ryan what did that, err, stupid Bolton basketball geek did to you that it is necessary for you to kill him." His voice was as though it belonged to a hypnotizer.

"He…" Sharpay started. "Kissed me." She finally muttered the word.

Ryan looked surprised, his eyes wide open, as his jaws were dropped dead upon hearing those words. "He… WHAT?" he screamed right after realizing what his twin sister just told him. "THAT FREAKIN' BASKETBALL HEAD GUY KISSED YOU?"

"Hey! That's my thing, quit the act." Sharpay snapped at him with eyebrow raised and a hand on her waist.

"I was, uh, carried away." He defended himself. "Anyway, what are you gonna do about it?"

She heard her twin's question but didn't mind answering him. "I don't know." She answered after what seemed like a minute of deep thinking. Ryan's shoulders dropped and sat to his sister's bed. "But I really want to kill him at this point."

Ryan sighed and lay down on his sister's bed. Both shared a silent moment. Sharpay slowly walking around her own bed and Ryan staring at Sharpay's ceiling painted in pastel pink. "Do you really want to kill your first kiss, Shar?"

"Shut up!" Sharpay snapped at her brother and went to her bed. Sharpay's face came into Ryan's view in an upside-down manner, blocking his view of her own pink-pastel colored ceiling. "Do you know how pissed I am for having Bolton as my first kiss, Ryan?" her twin shook his head. "Do you know how that kiss would ruin me, Ryan?" again, he shook his head. "Then shut the hell up!"

Ryan shook his head once more. Sharpay frowned as Ryan rose from her bed, facing her. "Killing your first kiss would be the most horrifying story I'd ever known in my entire existence as Ryan Evans, Shar." He informed her. "Still, the most unique of all. So, go ahead. Kill Bolton with a gun. Let's order one with a silencer and while Bolton is giving his speech at the preliminary basketball match as the team captain, you can just shoot him and let everyone know that Hitler has been reincarnated in the form of Sharpay Evans." He suggested sarcastically, hoping to make a sense on Sharpay's head.

Sharpay's lip pouted as if she was hurt by what Ryan had told her. "Ryan, how could you?"

Ryan looked at her with confusion.

"My hair is on my head and Hitler's hair was all over his face, how could you compare me with a person who didn't know the existence of hair shampoo and hair salon?"

Ryan mouthed a 'what' at his twin. He scratched his head and turned to Sharpay. "The point is," he cleared his throat. He opened his mouth to say something but nothing came, while Sharpay was waiting for him to finish. "Well, I don't have a point." He declared. "But you must think thoroughly about you wanting to kill, poor basketball freak, Bolton. Okay?"

Sharpay nodded her head in agreement and Ryan kissed her forehead as his own way of saying 'good night' to his twin sister.

And not less than a minute before Ryan had shut the door, he was back in his sister's room. "And Adolf Hitler doesn't have hairs all over his face. I guess you're referring to Leonardo da Vinci."

"What happened to you?" Gabriella asked Troy Monday morning as they are both walking to the hallway of East High. "I thought you'll catch up last Friday night? We were waiting for you."

"Yeah. To think you didn't even call us last Saturday and Sunday." Taylor reminded him.

"Guys, I'm sorry. I had some issues."

"Issues?" Taylor and Gabriella synchronized, looking unbelievably at their friend.

"Guys!" Chad called out from behind them and run towards their direction. "Hey, man. Good to see you alive. I thought you'd be six feet under by now."

Troy gave him a sarcastic smile. "Thank you for your concern."

"No worries, man."

The first bell rang. The four of them hurried to their respective classroom. Troy sat beside Gabriella as they waited for Mrs. Darbus to enter their classroom. He glanced at the two empty chairs where the Evans' twins should be sitting. He can't help but wonder why they aren't here yet. They were never late in any of their subjects.

Mrs. Darbus came in first, followed by Ryan and Sharpay. Troy got a glimpse of Sharpay eyeing him sharply as ever, and then turned to his desk at once. "Attendance!" Mrs. Darbus called out and the students settled down.

But Ryan was standing beside Troy. "Hey, I think we need to switch places now." He told Troy.

"Huh?" he was startled and looked to Gabriella's direction for help. But she just shrugged her shoulders and started fake-reading her book. He looked upon Sharpay's direction and much to his surprise; she was looking back at him too. "Can we…"

"Bolton, Gabriella and I still need to discuss about our project. So, can you go back to where you're supposed to be seated now?" he asked him almost asking a request.

"But… Sharpay, she…"

"Mr. Evans, Mr. Bolton." Called out Mrs. Darbus and both guys looked at her. "What's the matter?"

"Mrs. Darbus, I wanted to go back to my own sit now and I think Mr. Bolton is enjoying himself with Gabriella." Ryan told him. "Besides, Mrs. Darbus, isn't three days enough for Mr. Bolton to be occupying one's seat?"

"But, Mrs. Darbus…"

"I agree, Mrs. Darbus." Sharpay's hand was raised and when she was acknowledged, she put down her hands. "You see, if Bolton could sit wherever he wants to sit even if you had given us the sitting arrangement, doesn't it mean that he's opposing your decisions for the class?"

"No, I'm not… It's ju—"

"Besides, Mrs. Darbus, how can one country live in harmony without rules and regulations?" Ryan cut-in with his dramatic way of declaring his words as if he was in a play. "Doesn't one who does not comply with rules and regulations need to be," she shrugged his shoulders before finishing his sentence. "Punished?"

"But, Mrs. Darbus, she…"

"I agree, Mrs. Darbus." Sharpay's voice came in, avoiding Troy to defend himself. "Besides, you're our teacher yet Bolton seemed to be enjoying himself not to obey your simple rules and regulations."

"But… But…"

"Alright, Mr. Bolton. Back to your seat." Mrs. Darbus told him and he could see the evil grin Sharpay was displaying right before his eyes. Ryan was looking at him. Troy did not move for a while. "Well, Mr. Bolton?" Mrs. Darbus called out to him. "Unless you want a detention –"

Troy stood from his sit, giving Ryan his will to sit right next to Gabriella. He hesitantly sat right next to Sharpay. He knew that she's still hysterical about him kissing her. And kissing her definitely made him fear her much more because kissing her means saying goodbye to everything good about being a 

teen-aged guy whose happiness lies within his friends, playing basketball, and unfortunately for him, dreaming about Sharpay Evans, the Ice Princess.

'Of all the days the twins would join forces against me, why does it have to be Monday? Don't they know that Monday is the first day of every week I spent at East High? That I believe when the start of my school week is bad, the rest of the week will be bad as well?' he thought. 'Oh man. My school week is totally ruined.' He looked at Sharpay who was busy writing down what Mrs. Darbus was writing on the blackboard.

"Look away, Bolton." Sharpay told him, still writing down on her notes. "Or else I will definitely kill you!"

Troy looked away at once. 'Oh God. I am so, fuckin' dead!'