Sharpay Evans' entire world had been blown apart, and she blamed it on his precious Gabriella. She always got what she want. She was the one who had torn his heart out of his chest and used it as a sombrero for her Mexican Hat Dance when she had left him. Who had been there for him? For years? Who had always been there for him? Sharpay, that's who! The one who was ALWAYS there for him.
Well, when your life is blown out of the water by the one person in this world you love the most, you tend to get bitter... and search for revenge. She hadn't been bitter when they ran out of the reunion together. Even if she had seen it coming, she wasn't bitter. She had gone back to the hotel room she was supposed to be sharing with Troy, called the airport and got an earlier flight home. She wasn't staying there without him. Her parents weren't home anyway, so there was nothing she had needed to stay around for.
She had been a wreck when Troy had shown up, taking his stuff out of the house. It had only been a few bags that day, and his car from the garage, but it hurt. She was only so glad that she wasn't there when he got the rest of the stuff. In fact, she was glad she hadn't been home since then. She couldn't face the empty house all by herself. She was planning on moving out, getting her own place and letting Troy do whatever he wanted with the place. They weren't together anymore, and she had to move on.
But once she stopped feeling sorry for herself, there was only one thing that she wanted. Revenge on Miss Ella Fucking Leigh. She always got everything she wanted. The best roles. The happy life. TROY. Well, not this time. If Sharpay could do anything about it, Troy would be back with her and they wouldn't have to sell their cute little cottage. It was their home. She didn't want to sell it. She wanted to live there with Troy, but she had to get him back.
So, she hired someone to find anything on Ella Leigh, or the Gabriella Montez she knew, something that would blow her perfect little life out of the water and show Troy that she wasn't the angel he thought she was. So when the P.I. came back with this little gem, Sharpay knew she held in her hands the key to Gabriella's destruction. Yes, they had been best friends once upon a time, but after the way Gabriella had left Troy and Sharpay had spent the last ten years being the loving, attentive girlfriend, she deserved to have him back, and Gabriella deserved nothing, especially after Sharpay knew what she had been keeping from Troy. There's no way he would stay with that bitch if he knew, and seeing as how it was just the two of them living in that beach house alone – Sharpay read the tabloids – she knew Troy didn't know.
Even though she knew this would hurt Troy, he deserved to know. Right? He deserved to know that Saint Gabriella wasn't what she seemed to be! He could forgive her for leaving him like she did, but could he ever REALLY forgive her for keeping his child from him? Sharpay really didn't think so really don't think so.
Getting all dolled up, the way Troy always said he had liked (no pink, her hair down her back), she headed toward the Toyota Sports Center in El Segundo. She waited in the stands until the team was off the court and heading toward the locker room before heading back there herself. The guard wasn't going to let her in, but she slipped him a pretty little C-Note and he let her pass. She was Troy's true love anyway, not Little Miss Gabriella.
Walking into the locker room, she got all sorts of catcalls from the other teammates, but the only attention Sharpay wanted was Troy's. Finding him at his office, she slid in to the room, shutting the door behind her and smiling at him seductively.
"Miss me?"
Troy was exhausted. He was glad that practice was over. He hadn't been working out with the guys since Gabriella had been in New York. He'd stayed up into the night and barely had enough time to get an hour maybe two of sleep before he had to wake up and be down to the center. He was living on caffeine and power naps in the middle of the day after he got home from practice before Gabriella called him at night.
Usually, he rushed home to be with Gabriella, but he figured he'd stick around, even if he was tired, in case the guys needed him for anything. Honestly, it was just an excuse not to go home to an empty house. He was watching ESPN when he heard someone whistling. Looking up, he saw one person he hadn't expected to see.
"Shar," Troy said, looking up at her as she slid in between me and the television, her smell invading his senses. She always smelled good. She looked good. She always looked good. But she looked happy. Maybe it was because she was finally able to move on and she still wanted to be friends, even maybe with Gabriella. Troy could wish, right? "I'm glad to see you. Everything alright?"
It took everything Sharpay had not to burst out with it. It wasn't him she wanted to hurt. Sharpay wanted to blow Little Miss Ella's life out of the water the way she had blown hers out of the water. Yes, Sharpay blamed Gabriella for everything. She didn't blame Troy for anything. He was innocent in all of this. She felt bad for him, and she knew this was going to hurt him, but he deserved to know about his little girl that his Queen Gabriella stuffed away with her aunt.
"Everything's fine, baby," she said, tossing her jacket on the desk and pulling her skirt up so she could straddle his lap, sitting down on him and wrapping her arms around his neck. "Are you happy, baby? Really happy?" She knew she was playing with fire here, but it was worth it to let him know the truth.
Troy had really hoped she was here to say she'd moved on, but it wasn't true. She still missed him. "I think you need to get up, Sharpay." He stood, helping her to her feet.
"Your precious Gabriella isn't as innocent as she plays with you, Troy. She's done nothing but hurt you and I have further proof of that as if your heart can't attest to it all by itself."
Sharpay knew he might shove her to the curb, but Troy deserved to know. She was sure Gabriella hadn't told him about this. If he knew, his baby girl wouldn't still be locked away like Harry Potter. She reached into her purse on her shoulder and pulled out the document.
"What do you know about San Francisco, baby? Aside from the Golden State Warriors being from there?" She smirked, tapping the folded papers on her chin, winking at him. "What do you know about Gabriella's connection to the Bay City?" He may know about her aunt living there, but Sharpay surely knew that he didn't know his daughter was there as well. She wouldn't still be if he knew.
Troy kept a firm hold of her arms. He knew now that all she wanted to do was hurt Gabriella, so she was doing anything she could to get him back. It wasn't going to work. "Okay, now listen really closely. I don't care what Gabriella has in common with any city. Okay? Nothing you can tell me will shock me... or make me hate her. And I know that's what you're tying to do here. I can see your eyes. This isn't the Sharpay I know. You don't have to do this." He let her go, stepping back to push his chair in and turn off the television.
"Now, I'm going to go find Chad. When I get back, I expect you to be gone."
Sharpay watched his fine ass walk off, but there was no way she was ready to leave. Not until she had done what she had come here to do. Pulling the chair out Troy had just pushed under his desk, she sat back, kicking her feet up on the top of the desk and closed her eyes, holding the papers in her hands over her stomach.
"Sharpay?"
She turned, looking up to see De Aquila, her partner in misery, sticking his head through the door. Sharpay and he weren't that well acquainted, but she knew Troy's players. Plus, she knew he had been with Gabriella prior to her reunion with Troy, so she oddly felt sorry for the big guy. She never felt sorry for anyone else, but with him, she felt a connection, knowing it was only because of what they were both dealing with.
"Julian. Come in."
He slowly walked in, shutting the door behind him. "I saw Bolton leave after you came in here. When I saw you walk in, I was kinda hoping..."
She shook her head, putting her feet back on the ground and laying the papers on Troy's desk, walking around it and leaning against the front of the desk, wrapping her arms over her breasts.
"No such luck, doll. Not yet anyway."
Julian's interest was piqued. He could see she had something up her sleeve, an idea burning behind her brown eyes. "You've got a few tricks?"
She smirked, winking at him. "Miss Ella will be all yours for the taking soon enough, big guy."
Nodding, he took a step closer to her, looking down at the petite blonde in front of him. "Whatever you do, make sure you only hurt her enough so she'll come running to me."
Sharpay laughed, nodding her head. "With pleasure."
The two of them looked each other over for a moment. Neither one of them had had sex since... Well, she hadn't had sex since the morning before the reunion. Julian was another story. Rosy Palm had been his only partner since he got serious with Ella. It wasn't something he would admit to anyone, but he had been in love with her after all, despite knowing she always had a wall up. He didn't know that wall was his teammate and now coach. Knowing now, it only pissed him off more.
They both knew they were about to have the person they loved back, but neither of them were oblivious to the … attraction between the two of them. Unable to control himself, he lifted his hand and brushed some hair behind her ear. She was beautiful, he wouldn't deny that. Usually, she'd smack anyone for touching her, but the soft brush of his fingers against the side of her face was tantalizing to her senses.
Moaning only slightly, she was grateful he dropped his hand. "You should be going. Troy won't be gone that long."
Nodding, he winked down at her, able to hide his frustration better than her. "Hasta luego, señorita."
Swallowing, she cursed herself for the blush she felt coloring her cheeks. She was in love with Troy, getting back together with him. She shouldn't let this big galoot get the butterflies fluttering in her stomach. He left her alone in the office again and she let out a big huff of air, crossing her arms over her breasts, walking back around the desk and sitting back down, waiting for Troy to come back in. The papers remained on the desk in front of her. She did have a purpose for being here, aside from missing him.
Troy came back into his office not too much later, sighing when he saw Sharpay. "I thought I told you to go."
Walking over to her, he grabbed her hands, pulling her to the door. But she wasn't having any of it. She had come here for a reason and she wasn't leaving until she told him. No more games. He had to know.
"No!"
She yanked her arm out of his grasp, letting go of a heavy huff of air. She smirked at him, loving the smug satisfaction she had knowing she was just about to tear Little Miss Ella's world to shreds. It felt so good. She knew at one point in time the two of them used to be friends, but that was before she tore Troy's heart out. Reaching for the papers on his desk, she held them right up in Troy's face.
"Surprise, Daddy. Gabriella's been playing Harry Potter with your precious baby girl." She pulled the papers back, looking at his face. "Oh..." She frowned, feigning sincerity. "Didn't know? You didn't know that Saint Gabriella had a child... without you and stashed her away like the poor defenseless wizard from the Rowling series?"
Ok, so the Harry Potter reference was getting a bit old, but it was true. Sharpay wouldn't doubt if Gabriella made sure her aunt kept her locked in a closet so the world didn't find out about her.
"It's the truth, Troy. When she left, she left with a little part of you. Only," she feigned a gasp, "and this I think is the worst part of it all... She couldn't even raise your perfect baby girl on her own. She had to throw the poor little girl away, as though she was trash... Just like she treated your heart the day she walked away from you, the day she left you in your misery back in Albuquerque." Sharpay had been the one who was there then and she'd be here now.
Troy took a step back, like she had kicked him in the gut All the air in his lungs were gone..
"What..?" Slowly, he reached a shaky hand up to take the papers from her, looking it over. Sure enough... mother: Gabriella Montez... father: Troy Bolton... Troy felt sick. "No... she... wouldn't do this. Not after the baby... she wouldn't hide our daughter. This is fake.. it's a fake cruel joke."
Sharpay didn't know about the baby before. He'd said too much standing here in front of her. He wasn't mad at Sharpay, but here standing here in front of him, she was going to get his venom. Tossing the papers on the floor, he sat back in the chair, his mind reeling.
"This is a sick joke!"
It was possible. The last day I saw her.. we had had sex.. and she left. But there was no way she'd hide his baby. She wasn't that cruel. She wouldn't. And she'd never hide her away... like she was something to be ashamed of. Like she was Harry Potter, like Sharpay had said. She wouldn't. She would be a wonderful mother to our children someday... she'd never hide our daughter... she wouldn't.
"Victoria..." he muttered under his breath when he thought back to what the paper had said for the little girl's name. "No... she wouldn't," he mumbled to himself, blowing out another breath as he rubbed roughly at his face. She wouldn't waltz back into his life and lie to him... she wouldn't do that. She wouldn't hide a little girl when she knew how bad Troy wanted kids... she wouldn't.
She smiled to herself, reaching down to pick up the papers he had tossed as though they were trash, like she had just lied to him and forged these. No, he tossed them because he was beginning to think that his precious Gabriella wasn't as innocent and good as he had ever thought her out to be. She broke his heart once. Did he honestly think that she wouldn't ever do it again? She had him so deceived it was horrible.
Standing back up and walked over to him, she placed the papers down on the desk in front of him. Turning, she picked up her coat and leaned over so her face was right next to his.
"I'm sorry. But every snake needs to be weeded out of the garden, baby." She pressed her lips softly to the side of his head. "Good luck, daddy."
She smiled, pressing her lips to his cheek again before standing up and walking out of the locker room. She had come and done what she planned. Gabi's happiness was only a fleeting memory now. Troy knew the truth about his baby who wasn't so much of a baby any more. It would only be a matter of time before he came crawling back to Sharpay, and that was what she had wanted.
She walked out toward the garage and toward her car. Yes, it would have been nice if he would have said he'd made a terrible mistake and wanted her back in his arms right then, but she was sure she could wait until he had a moment to sift through the pain he was feeling. He knew how to get in touch with her. He knew where he could find her if he wanted her. She took her keys out and disengaged the alarm on her car, reaching out to open the door.
Troy sat in his office for a moment, staring over the papers she had left. She'd lie... she would... but she couldn't forge papers like this...
"Oh... God."
He whispered, standing up and tucking the papers in his jacket pocket, running out after Sharpay. He barely shut the door to his office.
"Sharpay!" He yelled, coming up behind her. "I swear to God... if I find out..." He took a deep breath. "If I found out you're lying... I'll..." He tugged her closer by her wrist, her breath only a whisper from his mouth. "...make your life hell..."
And then he kissed her hard, shoving her back against the car, lifting her in one swoop by her ass letting her legs wrap around his.
"I mean that," he told her, tugging her jacket from her hands and tossing it to the ground, sliding a hand between the two of them to undo the belt on his jeans.
Yes, he was going to make sure Gabriella hurt... and bad. Troy was going to make her life hell. She was a liar... a bitch... she left him, took his child and hid her like she was ashamed of her. Like both of them were ashamed of her. Troy swore to God she was never going to be happy again if he had any say. That's how angry he was, how much he hated her. He had wanted to believe in her, he did. But he was a blind fool. No more. She hadn't wanted their baby when she had gotten pregnant back in high school. He had no doubt she had taken his child from him and hid her away, he had no doubt.
Getting jeans undone, he let them fall to a heap at his ankles as he reached between the and up her skirt. He tugged her panties aside and started rubbing hard at her clit as he grunted, wanting to get her wet so he could slam inside her. He was pissed and he knew the only way to get rid of the anger, the pain and to hurt Gabriella in the process was to fuck the shit out of Sharpay right here. Right against her car.
Sharpay was sure she had died and gone to heaven. He was ready to fuck her. Right there in the middle of the Toyota Sports Center garage, where anyone could see them. Somehow she knew this didn't mean he wanted her, not wanted her back, anyway. She knew him. When he was hurt, when he was mad, he drowned himself. She was sure it would be the exact opposite of last time. Last time he had drowned himself in alcohol and then her when he was ready to. This time, this time he was going to drown in her first, and she loved that she got it before he turned to the alcohol.
There wasn't a way this could come back to hurt her. She knew what she had found was the truth. She knew what Gabriella had done, and she loved that she had done it, honestly, because it ensured that the Troy and Gabriella would never be together again. Which meant, when he was ready, he'd be back with her. She knew it might take a little while, but she would be beside him, there for him every moment he needed her. Just like she was now.
She wrapped one arm around him, tightening her legs around him as she reached down between the two of them to grab his cock. God, it had been so long since he had fucked her... since they had made love. This, Sharpay knew was just fucking, and she could live with that. She began pumping him like he was stroking her.
"Fuck, Troy! Let it out! Let all your anger out on me! I can take it!"
She wanted to take it, but she knew, even if he fucked her like this, he'd be tearing into Gabriella in a far more harsh way when he saw her. Troy growled, bracing one hand back on the car and used the other to push her hand away. "Me. I'm doing this and you're shutting up."
He grunted at her, using one hand to pin hers above her head. It wasn't easy, but somehow, he managed. He used the other hand to tug her panties back and let his cock slide over her clit. Groaning, he loved the feel of her wetness, but he wouldn't say it.
"Fuck," he moaned, sliding downward, sliding his cock all the way inside of her that it could before sliding out and repeating the motion. "No easy.. no slow," he said, picking up the pace, making his assault against her pussy harder. "Jesus," he groaned under her breath, letting go of her hands, and bracing his hand on the car as the other one held her waist so neither of them fell.
Sharpay could just lay back and enjoy this. Because, fuck, did it feel good! God, he felt so good as he slammed his thick cock inside her pussy. It'd been so long. So fucking long! And now here they were, he was fucking the hell out of her and she knew she couldn't feel better, sexually or any way. She was getting exactly what she wanted, and it felt so good!
Wrapping her arms around his neck, she helped herself move against him. Even if he said he was doing this, she could still make it good for him. She could add her own thrusts into it. God, she still loved him, more than anything. She had never stopped loving him, and she knew she never would.
Leaning her head back against the hood of her car, she moaned out, "Fuuuuck yes!"
She knew he had told her to shut up, but sometimes it was just so hard to stay quiet when he was as good as he was. She pushed more down onto his cock as he pushed it deeper and deeper, harder and harder into her.
"Ahhh! Yesss!"
She didn't care that anyone could be watching. Security guard. God, she didn't even care if a child saw them. He was fucking her good and she didn't want it to stop. Troy captured her mouth in a hot and heated kiss, wanting to shut her up, at least the best he could. He didn't know why her voice was bothering him. Or why she made him feel guilty. Gabriella was the one who betrayed him! Not the other way around. Lying bitch. He pulled back to nip at Sharpay's neck and stopped her hips from moving.
"Stop," he warned her, just wanting to sit there for a second, breathe and feel her pussy walls around his cock. She hadn't cum and neither had he, she was clamping down, but she was tight, and damn it, she felt good. "Okay, finish," he mumbled, slamming back up inside her, making his pace even faster. He knew it was coming, lifting hand, sliding it between them and rubbing her swollen clit. He was close and he was just helping her get as close. "God, motherfucker!" he grunted, slamming harder inside her. He didn't care if people walked by at this point, this close to cumming he wouldn't even stop to be honest. he'd keep going with an audience till he came.
She could barely breathe. She could barely think. She was going to cum. She was going to cum hard. She wanted him to cum too. Pushing harder down onto him, she moaned out, gripping at his shoulders as he rubbed at her clit. She knew she was whimpering, as weak as that made her, she was whimpering. Her mouth dropped open wide as her orgasm hit me. It hit her hard and she shook around him. She shook hard, gripping onto his shoulders more tightly just to keep herself from screaming out and letting the whole world know what they were doing. Not that she cared, but she could at least try to be quiet.
She knew he had cum too. God, it felt good. It felt great. She had missed out on him telling her he loved her. She had missed out on him cuddling with her. She had missed out on foreplay, but she knew that wasn't what this was about. Somehow she knew this wasn't about them getting back together. She knew this wasn't about anything but letting him release his anger. She knew it. She wanted more, but she knew he couldn't give that right now. This was all she could get from him.
She felt him pull out of her, letting her feet fall to the ground. She wanted to scream at him to love her, but she had knew that wouldn't do any good. She was still shaking from cumming and could barely focus on him as he started to pull his pants back up. Staying against the car for support, she knew if she moved she would likely fall on her ass. Her legs were that numb. Not really, but they did feel that way.
Fixing himself, he looked at her as she just stood there by her car. He hated what he was feeling right now and knew that she didn't deserve what he had just done, but at this moment, nothing mattered, short of how pissed he was at Gabriella. Leaving her standing there without another word, he walked over to his SUV and pulled out of the garage.
It was still another day before he was going to see Gabriella, and even when he did, he wasn't sure he was wanting to. He didn't even answer her call or get on the computer that night. He spent the entire night thinking about his daughter and the life that they should have had, swearing that once he found his daughter, once he made Gabriella tell him where she was, he would give his daughter the life she had missed out on. That's all that he cared about right now.