Hey guys, thanks for all the great reviews on chapter one. I think I'm going to have a lot of fun writing this story, so I hope you all have fun reading it! :)

Also, in this chapter, there's a mentioning of a person named Roger. I'm not sure whether any of you noticed or not, but in the credits of HSM, it said that a basketball player named Roger was played by Jared Murillo, Ashley Tisdale's boyfriend. So yeah, Roger is actually not an original chracter of mine.

TARGET LOCKED

Chapter Two

Consequence

The door creaked slightly as Troy, trying to be as silent as possible, lightly pushed it open. He cringed at the sound that the door made that by day didn't seem loud at all but in the still of the night sounded about the loudest thing in the world.

All of the lights were off in the house, just as he'd expected. It was a little bit after one in the morning. Troy had stopped by a local McDonalds for a cup of coffee to calm himself on his way home from Sharpay and Ryan Evans annual Friday night party. He would have preferred Starbucks, but he was smart enough to know that none would be open this late...or early, depending on which ever way you looked at it.

Troy quickly climbed the stairs to his room, trying not to make too much noise on his way up. He assumed his parents were sleeping, and he didn't want to wake them- especially since his curfew on the weekends was 12:30, (While none of his friends even had curfews.) and he would be in one heck of a lot of trouble if they knew he was nearly forty five minutes late.

He wasn't even really all that tired once he made it to his room, especially since he'd just had a large cup of cheap-o coffee from Mickey D's, so he decided to get a jumpstart on his english/lit homework even though it was an extremely early Saturday morning.

Troy took off his red East High sports jacket that he'd been wearing and tossed it carelessly over the chair at his desk and then pulled his plain white T-shirt over his head, exposing his perfectly toned washboard abs to the world.

After that, he walked into his bathroom to brush his teeth before he started on his homework, and that's when he saw it.

Or, them actually.

Troy stood frozen like a deer caught in headlines as he caught a glimpse of himself in the bathroom mirror.

"Shit." he muttered under his breath, staring in horror at the various hickey's of all different sizes marked everywhere from the left side of his neck, a few on the front, and several more down the right side- clear evidence that he'd been in a 'heavy make-out session' even though it wasn't really like that at all. It had been more of a onesided make-out session. He hadn't really done anything...

So that must have been the reason why the girl at McDonalds who'd taken his order and who looked like she was in her very early twenties had smirked and wiggled her eyebrows suggestively at him. She had seen the hickeys. Troy groaned, embarassed at the thought of everyone out in public seeing him like that, and angry with himself because he hadn't noticed them before, but even more angry with that darn Sharpay Evans who had tried to seduce him earlier.

If his parents saw those markings, he wasn't exactly sure what'd they'd do, but he knew that they sure as heck wouldn't be happy. They'd start questioning him about who the girl was that had marked her territory on his skin, or if he'd gone all the way with her. They'd ask him where and how long he'd been out all night, and if he had a secret girlfriend they didn't know about- or if he'd just had a one night hook up. But they wouldn't be happy with either answer- which weren't even true anyways, but if he didn't tell his parents one of those answers- what else could he tell them that sounded believeable? The truth?-That the Grade A School Skank who was just about the hottest girl in the entire school wanted to have sex with him,but had ended up running off with his friend instead and that Troy was actually happy that she had ended up blowing him off, but she had still had enough time to try to suck his neck off before she ditched him?

Troy snorted.

Yeah right, like his parents would ever believe something like that.

He shook his head. His parents and their over protective and nosiness were two major aspects in which made him "the gooy boy". He figured that any other teenage guys parents could and would care less about whatever their son had been up to. But then again, he had to remind himself that his parents were both teachers- his mother, a third grade teacher at Harmony Elementary School, and his father- a History teacher for ninth graders and his own basketball coach at his own school, so maybe that's why Jack and Lucille Bolton were such 'worry warts'.

But still, whatever their reasons for being so uptight and over protective (in his opinion) made no impact to the fact that Sharpay Evans had still attacked the flesh of his neck with those soft and smooth pink lips of hers, and he had the hickeys to prove it- at least ten of them.

"Damn Sharpay Evans." he muttered unhappily, rubbing a few of the red marks tenderly as images of the seductive blonde girl flashed into his brain- her almond shaped brown eyes twinkling, that mysterious smirk plastered on her beautiful face.

Wondering how long it would take for the 'make-out-markings' to dissappear, Troy forced his eyes away from his reflection and turned on the water faucet to brush his teeth.

How was he going to explain things to two of the most strict parents in New Mexico?

-x-X-x-

Sharpay Evans yawned and stretched her arms, the bright rays of sunlight that shone through the mini blinds in the bedroom had woken her from a deep slumber. She intended to fall right back asleep after stretching, as she still felt extremely tired and like she could sleep for about ten more years due to her drownsiness and massive headache, (in other words, hangover) but she snapped her eyes open when she heard a low and less than pleasant snoring sound beside her.

"Roger?!" she gasped upon seeing the sleeping face of the member of the varsity basketball team laying next to her.

"Hmmmmmmmmm?" the dark-haired boy questioned in almost an annoyed whine, stirring a little bit. He squinted drowsily at Sharpay.

"What are you doing in my bed?" the confused blonde wondered aloud, trying to remember the events of the previous night. The last thing she remembered was having another hot round with Zeke, before going downstairs to look for Troy (but had no luck in finding him) so then she just actually found enough strength to dance a little bit since she couldn't find him. Then she remembered Roger offering her some drink which she did not turn down and had ended up liking, so Roger had not hesitated in giving her a few more, and now...

"You idiot!" she exclaimed after grasping the outcome of her actions of the previous night as she whacked the tired boy upside the head. He groaned as if in pain.

"What?" he almost snapped. It was no secret that he was pretty hungover himself.

"You fuckin' poured alchohol down my throat just so I would sleep with you!" Sharpay explained angrily in disbelief, too pissed off to care that her brain was throbbing and pounding in her ears.

"And you're mad because?..."

"Why get me drunk when you could just ask me instead? You moron." she snarled almost in disgust.

"I didn't think you would have done it." Roger stated lamely.

"Didn't. Think. I. Would. Have. Done. It?" Sharpay repeated in disbelief. "Have you forgotten who I am?!" she questioned almost offensively.

"Um, honestly, I've just about forgotten who I am, sooooo...um...yeah." Roger muttered, rubbing his temples and closing his eyes tightly, willing the pain surrounding his head to go away.

"Well, allow me to refresh the memory of that pea-sized brain of yours." Sharpay huffed, "I am Sharpay Evans." she stated slowly as if she were a bigtime celebrity that everyone absolutley, positively, and completely adored and thought of her as the greatest living thing that ever set foot on the face of the earth. She said her name in a way that interpreted too "You're lucky that I'm even saying four words to you." and "Techincally, you should pay me for telling you this and I'm offended that even a fugly lowlife slime ball like you has to ask me who I am!"

"Yeah, and?"

"And that should be an explanation in itself." Sharpay informed the hungover boy, flipping her long hair behind her shoulder as if to say "I'm fabulous!"

"Okay, Sharpay Evans, why are you so pissy then if you would have done it with me anyways, Sharpay Evans?"

"Because, had you just asked instead of getting me drunk just so you could get laid, I wouldn't be waking up with a killer headache and you laying naked next to me!" Sharpay snapped impatiently. Most of the time, right after she finished getting physical with a guy, she would grab her clothes and book it right on the spot. It was the true definition of a "Hit And Run" She never liked falling asleep with them, for reasons she didn't even know why. She just never really wanted to have to go through the whole waking up scene with them. If you want an example of a terrible wake up scene, just look at the one that Sharpay and Roger were in, for instance.

"Well sor-ry, Sharpay Evans." Roger said, not being able to think of a better comeback. Sharpay rolled her eyes. They laid in silence for a moment, both of them having head pains and Sharpay was also fuming, until she realized something.

"Oh my god!"

"Errrrrrrrrrrrrrgh." Roger groaned while throwing one of her pillows over his head, not in any condition to hear loud girlish and dramatic screams at that moment.

"The party! Oh my god oh my god oh my god..." Sharpay kept on repeating as she ignored Roger and her headache and leapt off of the bed. She quickly ran over to her dresser where she threw on a pink (of course) tank top and a pair of low cut jean shorts before running out of the room, wondering when her parents would be home and how much damage had been done to the house.

Her first stop was her dear twin brother's bedroom.

"RYAN!" she shreiked, banging on the door rapidly after discovering that it was locked.

No reply came from inside of the room.

"RYAN LUCAS JOSEPH EVANS! OPEN UP THIS DAMNED DOOR RIGHT NOW!"

An annoyed and snappy "Hold on!" could be heard on the other side of the door, but Sharpay didn't stop banging on the wood until she felt her closed fists swing through thin air and she was met with the annoyed looking,tired face of her fraternal twin.

"What is it?! Did your curling iron break again?" Ryan asked seriously,recalling last time when she'd been shrieking at him to open the door to his room it was to tell him that her curling iron was broken and that he needed to either fix it, go buy her a new one, or cough up his own. (Which still remained a mystery to Sharpay as to why he even had one anyways.)

"No! Mom and Dad might be home soon and I'm pretty sure the house is a pigsty! Why the fuck didn't you wake me up?!"

"Well for one thing, I was out before I even saw you go upstairs. And for another thing, I don't exactly set myalarm clock for ten AM on the weekends!"

"TEN A.M?! THEY COULD BE HERE ANY MINUTE!!" Sharpay shreiked, flapping her arms around wildly as she was now transitioning into an even more severe panic mode. Hey, they don't call her the drama queen (in addition to slut) for nothing.

"Calm down Sharpay! Jesus christ!" Ryan shot back, he wasn't a morning person regularly, and it didn't help that his frantic and over dramatic sister was freaking out and screaming at him.

"Look, all we have to do is get some of our friends to help us. Why don't you call up Emma, Jackie and Leah and get them over here while I try to get ahold of Mark, Anthony, and Nathaniel?"

"Emma's OUT OF TOWN WITH HER PARENTS, Jackie is GETTING HER APPENDIX REMOVED TODAY, and Leah...I think she ran off to Vegas! I haven't seen her in weeks!" Sharpay screamed.

"So call up one of your boy-toys then! In the meantime, I'll call up my own friends while I avoid YOU!" was Ryan's last sentence before slamming the door in her face. She had to jump back so that she wouldn't get hit by it.

Sharpay, feeling helpless, pissed off, and afraid, quickly made her way down the stairs after shouting "JERK!" through the door at Ryan. She held her breath as she approached the main living room, wondering when everyone had finally left last night. She knew the living room would probably look like a tornado hit it, as she'd already seen the hallway which was pretty messed up with all kinds of litter scattered all over it and the rug all twisted up.

She wasn't that shocked to see the completely trashed condition of the living room- she'd been expecting it to be worse then a mess. But shocked or not, she was still extremely angry and scared that she wouldn't get it cleaned up in time.

The sight of the living room caused her stomach to flop and her legs get all wobbly. There were all kinds of assorted trash items scattered in every single inch and corner of the room. Furniture was turned over, and the flat screen TV was covered in some kind of orange-reddish-pinkish substance that looked a lot like vomit. The cushions had been removed from all the couches and thrown around the room. The snack table had been tipped over, leaving all kinds of food scattered everywhere. Sharpay saw that her mother's favorite vase was shattered and in pieces on the carpet. She felt tears welling up in her eyes at that particular sight.

Oh no...why the hell didn't I put that away last night?! she screamed at herself in her thoughts. How was she going to explain the broken vase (or the shattered window upstairs) to her mother and father?

Not being able to bear looking at the fucked up sight of the living room any longer, Sharpay found herself wandering into the kitchen, where things were just as bad. Apparently, the beer keg (that didn't even belong to her family...someone else had to have brought it like someone always did) had been tipped over and the yellowish iquid was in a large puddle in the middle of the floor. The cupboards were open and several dishes were either cracked or broken competely. The pantry was also wide open and there was all kinds of food everywhere all over the entire kitchen.

Room after room Sharpay went, just taking in the damage- too overwhelmed by it all. For some reason, it had never been this bad before. Sure, it'd been messy, but anyone at last night's party in particular would have to be crazy not to agree that last night had been the craziest, most hectic and most out of hand ''RyPay Evans'' party yet.

It was almost Eleven in the morning by the time Sharpay dragged herself back up the stairs to her room. She hadn't even started cleaning yet, but Ryan had told her that his friends were on their way. Sharpay had just finished up doing as little as just going around the house staring in shock at each room, and the biggest of her concerns were the broken vase, the shattered window, the broken dishes, a few ripped up pillows, and a chair in the dining room missing two of it's legs. (She couldn't even find the legs to it anywhere!)

When Sharpay entered her room, she was almost surprised to see Roger heavily sound asleep in her bed. She'd almost forgotten about him. Sharpay frowned at the sight.

"ROGER!" she screamed, not in the mood for bullshit. He immediatley sprang up.

"What?! Is the house on fire?!"

"No, but I'll be on here fire very soon if you don't get the hell out of my house right this instant!"

Upon seeing the seriously outraged look on the blonde girl's face,Roger knew she meant business. He quickly climbed out of her bed and pulled his boxers and jeans on, grabbing his T-shirt and Wildcats basketball team jacket along with him as he passed by Sharpay.

Seeing that East High basketball jacket reminded Sharpay of something.

"Wait." she said, grabbing his arm to stop him.

"Ooh, changed your mind that quick? You want an encore of last night?" Roger asked, flashing her a dorky grin.

"Give me your cellphone." Sharpay said sternly, ignoring his stupid question. His grin quickly dropped into a confused and suspicious frown.

"Why?"

"Just give it to me Roger, damnit!" Sharpay demanded, sick of wasting time.

"Okay, okay." Roger gave in, pulling out his cell phone and handing it to her. She impolitley grabbed it without a thank you before storming into her bathroom and slamming the door shut for some privacy

"Bitch, someone got dirt up their ass." Roger muttered after her, deciding to wait for her in her room since he would need his phone back. (A/N: A lot of guys seriously talk like that. No respect!)

-x-X-x-

Meanwhile, in the bathroom, Sharpay impatiently scrolled through Roger's contacts list on his (cheap, in her opinion) cell phone until she finally found the number she was looking for. Without a second thought or hesitation, she quickly pressed the talk button and brought the phone up to her ear, listening to it ring as she waited for the recepient to answer.

Sharpay knew that Roger would have to have Troy Bolton's phone number, since they were on the school basketball team together and that whole team seemed to be pretty good friends. She didn't have Troy's number herself since they rarely ever talked, but she made a mental note to copy it down as soon as she would hang up.

"Hey Roger." Troy answered halfway through the third ring. Sharpay smiled a little bit. Why? She didn't know. Something about hearing Troy Bolton's voice just made her smile, even though she was in a shitty position and still had to get the house cleaned up in only a matter of very few hours.

"Actually, this is Sharpay. I'm calling from Roger's phone." Sharpay explained, not feeling the need to use her last name.

"Oh...Sharpay." Sharpay could have sworn Troy almost sounded a bit bitter at the news of it being her calling him, but she brushed it off.

"Yeah..."

"So...not to sound rude, but why're you calling me?" Troy asked. Sharpay was about to answer, when he interrupted her before she could get a word in.

"If you want me to have phone sex with you,...I'm sorry, I just...I can't do it..." he blurted out suddenly, causing her to giggle.

"No, no I'm not." she quickly assured, not at all even the least bit offended that he would think that of her. "But maybe we can try that some other time, I'd be up for it." she cooed seductively. It was then that she remembered exactly why she was calling, and that this was no time for flirting.

"Wait, I mean...um...how come and when did you leave last night?"

"Huh?"

"Well you see, after I went with Zeke, I went back downstairs to look for you but I couldn't find you anywhere." she explained. "And now, well...my house is kinda...okay,no... extremely trashed and I kinda...okay, no... I really need your help."

"Oh...but ah...why me, Sharpay?"

"Because you promised that you would help me after all those people left." Sharpay answered in a pouty voice. Troy was silent for a moment.

"I'm sorry, I can't right now."

"Why not Troy?! My parents could be home any minute and there's no way me and Ryan can do this alone!" she said, growing panicky again and forgetting to mention that Ryan's three friends were probably downstairs by now and helping already anyways. "And you promised." she added in a much lower and pleading voice.

"I did?" Troy swallowed.

"Well you said you would stay and help! Same thing. Come on, please?"

"...Sharpay, I-"

"If you help me, maybe later- after we finish cleaning, we could pick up from where we left off last night..." she offered, reaching desperation. (Not that she dreading doing 'it' with him anyways. She actually wouldn't mind.)

"No, no, no...definitley not." Troy said quickly, not wanting to get himself in that position again. He'd looked in the mirror this morning, the hickeys were still there- just as he'd expected, and now he was cowaring in his room away from his parents while he tried to think of an explanation.

"PLEASE! I need your help! My parents are gonna kill me and I'm already wasting valuable time!" Sharpay had now gone to the point of begging.

Troy hesitated at his end of the line. He had half a mind to actually give in. Uh-oh. His guilty side was taking over his emotions.

No Troy, don't do it! he warned himself. Do not give in to her!

As much as the sensible side in his brain kept on screaming this at him, he couldn't help but ignore his senses.

"Please..." Sharpay repeated in a quiet voice from her end of the line.

Don't do it Bolton! She just wants in your pants! sensibility warned again.

"Fine," Troy sighed, giving in. "I'll be there in ten."

-x-X-x-

A/N: Okay, I'm sorry. Even I agree that this chapter was a crappy excuse of a filler...but next chapter will be better.

PLEASE REVIEW! :) (even if you hated it.)

xo Troypay