Hey everybody! I needed to switch it up a bit so I decided to write a quick oneshot based off of the song I'LL WALK by BUCKY COVINGTON… I am going to split it up into three chapters so it will not be a true oneshot but it will be the length of one… Please Please Please R&R!!! Also, check out my other stories if you haven't already!!!

DISCLAIMER: I only wish I owned all the stuff in my stories because then I would be a freakin' MILLIONAIRE!!!

Verse 1

April 18, 2009 was supposed to be one of the best days of their lives, but it took a turn for the worst.

It was PROM NIGHT at East High and everyone was there; even the geeks went to prom… it was just something that you did. They had just announced Prom Queen & King: Sharpay Evans and Troy Bolton: East High's favorite couple. They were a shoo in to win the crowns, whether everybody else liked it or not.

The two of them could now be seen dancing to the last song of the night out on the dance floor. If you were watching closely, you might have just seen Troy pull out a key card for the Albuquerque Hilton. If you were watching closely, you might also have seen the way that Sharpay's face fell when she saw it and how her face became stiff as she spoke to her supposed "true love".

It was obvious what was going on. It was the classic tale of boy and girl: he's ready, she's not, when he tries to guilt her, she only gets madder and storms out of the building. That's pretty much what happened, but just for the hell of it, let's take a closer look:

"Shar, I was thinking that when we leave here tonight we could…" he raised his eyebrows suggestively and that's when the key card came out, and that's when it all started.

Eyeing it, Sharpay responded: "Troy, honey, I told you that I wasn't ready yet. You know that I love you, but I'm not sleeping with you tonight. I want my first time to be memorable and special, not at some hotel after prom. That is way too cliché for my taste."

And then you see his face fall perfectly into a puppy dog look; obviously he's used this trick before. "Please, baby. I am so ready for this it's ridiculous. Why can't you just do this with me? All of the guys talk about how they've scored, and then I have nothing to say because I don't even know what it's like."

"Troy, I don't care what your basketball guys say or talk about, I know that most of them have not even gotten close to doing it with their girls. They are all talk and no action, and I respect that you don't make up stuff to tell the guys about us. That is very gentlemanly." She, of course, leans up and gives him a peck on the cheek.

"But baby. I want to know what it's like! We're eighteen for God's sake! We're going off to college together and we're going to live happily ever after, but that will never happen unless we get it on every once and a while. Sex just balances a guy out." Then, Sharpay huffed and walked hurriedly out of the gym, Troy not knowing whether to follow her or not.

He walked outside and finally found her sitting in the passenger's seat of his Jeep. He went up to her to speak but she cut him off with her tears and her words. "Just take me home, Troy."

They rode in silence for about half the way and then Troy's big mouth just had to open. "Maybe if we just try it, you'll end up liking it." He noticed bigger tears form in her eyes and she mumbled something that resembled: stop the car. He gave her a puzzling look like he wasn't quite sure what was happening.

"Pull the fucking car over!" she yelled as loud as she could while still crying. He stopped the car and then simple said:

"I don't know what you're crying for, Shar." Sharpay reached for the door but Troy grabbed her hand before she could step out.

"I'll just walk home, Troy. You don't understand what I'm going through so don't even try to help the hurt." Troy let go of her hand and went to speak, but Sharpay cut him off again. "Just be quiet, Troy. I don't want to hear it right now. Call me later and we can talk."

Just like that she backed up, shut the door, slipped her shoes off and started walking.