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What We Learned from Golf Lessons
Sharpay walked through the halls, queen of the Wildcat Jungle, students shivering mockingly around her. She smirked, keeping up her posh and cool demeanor. She waved countless cowering freshmen out of her way and sighed in frustration at the long line that had formed at the bathroom.
"Excuse me!" Sharpay bellowed and Ryan shot an intimidating look at the smaller girls who spread out of her way like the red sea. While he didn't much like his sister's effortless rule over the school, he knew it was better to be her poodle than to be her enemy.
The walls inside the stall may as well have been green, not the pink that she'd ordered the last one painted as they seemed to spin. Her over-produced big blonde hair leaned flat against the tile and she sighed, a bead of sweat tracing down her sparkly teal halter top. Shit shit shit! She sighed, her hand covering her mouth in anxious anticipation. She'd been throwing up on a regular basis since three weeks ago, pushing back the thoughts in her mind. She couldn't worry with Ryan or any of her friends, seeing as she and Troy had discussed afterwards that the entire thing was a horrible mistake, and he loved Gag-riella and they'd sworn they'd never speak of it to anyone. She was a bit frustrated, but had gotten from Troy the one thing that Gabriella hadn't and that made her happy enough to let him get dressed and leave the room.
She exhaled slowly, the acidic burn in her mouth now subsiding as she washed it out with water and popped a quick piece of gum, chewing it mercilessly. The warning bell rang and she shook off the plaque-like worry, heading for Darbus's classroom.
Troy was excited as can be, rushing into the gym, holding the thick packet from the University of Albuquerque in his arms. There was much hooting and hollering as the boys celebrated his acceptance, slapping backs and high-fiving Troy – a full ride, a scholarship. He smiled, knowing for just a second that everything was gonna be okay. He was in love with Gabrielle, going to a good school and a Senior Captain of the Varsity Wildcats. Of course it was August and the season wasn't for almost five months, but he shook it off as he made a basket. He caught his dad's smile from the corner – a gray sweatsuit with a Wildcat on it, a whistle and a smirking grin.
His elation grew even more when he looked up after practice and saw his beautiful, chaste girlfriend in the doorway of the gym. Today was their nine-month Anniversary, and he ran to her as sweaty as he now was and hugged her. She laughed, a lilting giggle that he'd grown so much to admire.
"I got in," he whispered in between tame kisses and her beaming teeth gave him more praise. He pushed back her hair and kissed her again. "Hey I gotta shower before lunch. Care to join me?"
"Troy…"
"I know, I know. Just teasing. I love you. Tell you what, once I get out I'll get my dad to let me off for lunch. Care to join me then?" She nodded happily and kissed his cheek.
"I'm proud of you, Troy Bolton."
"I know. Go on, get outta here, girl. You're driving me crazy." She giggled again and nearly skipped off.
He was so in love.
Sharpay was almost incognito, a giant hat and sunglasses shielding her face from the prying eyes of the drugstore cameras. She slapped the twenty down on the counter and gave the clerk an evil eye due to her slothful cashier performance, grabbing the test and heading towards the bathroom.
At the same time, Chad and Troy entered the store, pushing each other playfully. Chad made quick work of removing the wrapper on a nearby lollipop and the two headed for a specific aisle. Troy made his way to the athletic aisle, taking a few boxes of ace bandages and icy hot for his father and went to Chad on the Feminine Products & Family Planning aisle.
"What'd you think man, extra sensitive or ribbed for her pleasure?"
"Chad, I've talked to you about this. That's a you-and-Taylor thing, okay? It's really none of my business."
"You need to lighten up, man," he scoffed and put the ribbed ones back, tossing the box into the air momentarily. "You need to get-"
"Don't even say it."
"It's been almost a year."
"I respect her, I love her and I will kick you in the face."
"Okay, but as long as you're playing by your rules as well."
"I am," Troy said, nervously kicking at a flaw in the carpet. He couldn't mention to Chad that he wasn't a virgin any longer less the boys find out about his foray with Sharpay at the country club.
Sharpay stomped her foot angrily in the restroom, suddenly hating everything about the color pink. One pink line was negative, two were positive; two pink lines stared at her from between the tiny white plastic square opening.
"That just can't be right!" She said to no one, and grabbed the box ferociously. The instructions on the back were the same as before, and in her heart she knew that the pink lines on the test were right.
"This is just perfect! Just perfect!" She slapped the test away before deciding to wrap it thickly and put it in her purse. She didn't know why, but wanted to have it to show Ryan. She knew that he wouldn't believe her. If you leave a pregnancy test out for a few days, it turns positive. He loved her, but was so used to her scams that he might believe that she was faking it, not having known about the night at the country club. Free drinks up to the family's suite didn't help.
She was devastated and wiped away a tear that threatened to hit her lips as she threw her sunglasses on, but when she left the bathroom, nothing but a scream filled the air.