Troy cursed himself over and over as he sat down on his bed, he was alone in the room—with Natalie. She was confused with what was going on. He hadn't exactly been open with her yet—and he sure as hell would not tell her about kissing Sharpay. He wanted to be alone, but he had no choice. Natalie had already invited herself over to his dorm room, to chat about the day they spent—apart. Now he was dreading it. Sooner or later Natalie would hear the truth and she would hate him with all her guts, no doubt.
"I don't get why you're so upset. I mean what could have possibly gone wrong a friendly lunch at a café?" Natalie questioned, running her fingers down her long dark hair as she looked out the window. It was pitch black out, only a few car lights could be seen and no stars in the sky at all.
Troy just groaned and slammed his palm against his forehead. He could not believe that he had kissed her—told her he loved her still—when he just wanted to be friends. He knew he was in a mess. Especially with the girl in front of him, wanting some answers to her questions that he had ignored for nearly an hour. Though it was clear to him that she would solve this all out, she was, after all, roommate with Sharpay. And he was horrible at keeping secrets.
"Did she get mad at you or something? Did you make her cry? What did you tell her? What did you do to her?" Natalie asked, adding more to Troy's list of his unanswered questions from her. "I mean you look really guilty—what could you have done to her?" She sat down on Troy's torn up beanbag chair.
"Things just went wrong in the end. I mean it started out fine. Then I said something and she said something and then ugh!" He felt himself fall back on his bed, his head hitting the not so comfortable book bag.
"What happened then?! It's kind of hard for me to understand if you're leaving just about everything out!" Natalie frowned. "You're making me confused by the minute. If you're not going to open up, then keep all the groans and negativities to yourself, because unlike you—I had a great day with my friends." She faked a smile, hoping that he would ask her about her day, instead of just lying on his bed, doping around about his horrible lunch with Sharpay.
But Troy didn't get the hint. He just covered his face with his own pillow, screaming into it. He wanted more than anything to turn time back and wished he had never blurted everything out to Sharpay—let alone kiss her. He knew she was angry and hated him now more than ever. He had made it clear that their relationship meant nothing to him and he wanted to be just friends. And yet he decided to tell her the complete opposite.
"Well I'm going to head back to my room. It's getting late and I still haven't finished my studies." Natalie stood up, searching for her purse.
Troy threw the pillow off his face and jerked up from his bed. The least he could do was kiss his girlfriend good-bye.
"Alright. Bye." He gave her a soft kiss before she was out of his room.
Only thing was, he couldn't help but imagine as if he were kissing Sharpay.
…
Sharpay brushed her long wet blonde hair, getting ready for a good night's rest. She figured that what happened today was going to be history by tomorrow. It was just another memory and she needed to get over it. She wanted Troy out of her life. He was making her want to loose her mind and he really wanted to move on. He was just another heartbreaker…she knew.
Maybe going to a different college would be a good idea? She could transfer next semester. It would give Troy and Natalie all the privacy they ended and she wouldn't mind being away from the both of them. Even though she barely knew Natalie and it wasn't fair how she was coming to a bad impression because she's Troy's girlfriend.
But how could she resist Troy? He was…. is…breathtaking. Though it was hard enough trying to ignore her growing feelings for him and from Natalie—lying to Natalie was going to make it harder…. even if she was already on the verge of exploding the truth out.
"I hate college." She murmured slamming her brush down. "It's like high school. All the bull shit and drama just keeps going on and on."
She sat on her perfectly made bed and stared blankly at the wall across the room. Maybe she could transfer schools. I mean this wasn't exactly the school she wanted to stay in forever; she planned on transferring, but in a year or two, not now. Though now seemed like a great idea. There would be no more Natalie, even though Natalie was as nice as they come, she couldn't stand the girl. Knowing she was somehow attached to Troy in ways made Sharpay shiver.
"She's a great friend and all." She sighed pulling the covers over her body.
She wanted to get some rest soon. Her eyes were tired, but her body wasn't. The room was far too quiet for her to sleep. By now she was use to falling asleep while Natalie talking or reading quietly to herself.
"Sharpay!" Natalie's familiar voice entered the room.
The lights from the hall filled the dark room Sharpay had been in. Now her eyes were awake. The lights woke her up fully. Once again, thanks to her new best friend Natalie.
"So glad you're up!" Natalie cheered closing the door behind her and turning on the lights in the room. "I just got back from Troy's room and my gosh I heard you two had a horrible ending to your catching up!" She exclaimed, bouncing on the edge of Sharpay's bed.
Natalie seemed to be the gossip type of girl. She always had something to say and always wanted to hear something. It seemed like it was her job to inform people on the latest details or share a story.
"So what happened? Troy was too tired to talk to me and tell me everything. All he said was that you guys were fine in the beginning but then it went wrong towards the end? Why? What happened? I mean was it really that bad?" The dark brunette questioned, her eyes wide open.
Sharpay yawned. She didn't know which question to answer first—or how to answer them. She couldn't tell her the truth, even though she wanted to. She wanted to tell Natalie that her boyfriend was just another heartbreaker and that in the end he would crush her. But she couldn't. What if Troy did really care for Natalie—unlike he cared for her? What if the two really had something going? Did she really want to be the reason for the unnecessary drama in their lives? No. After all, Natalie is her friend.
"We were talking about something from the past came up, we both disagreed on it and well it ended badly." Sharpay quickly spoke knowing she had pondered long enough.
Natalie had started to give her looks, waiting for answer.
"But why?" She asked.
Sharpay sighed. She wanted to go to bed badly.
"I don't really know. I'm tired." She admitted.
Natalie nodded and gave her a smile.
"I guess I should get some last minute studying going anyway." She stood up from Sharpay's bed.
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Sharpay felt her eyes open wide to the buzzing sound of her cell phone. She groaned and searched for the phone, wanting to throw it across the room. Her eyes locked in with the bright glow of her phone and she viewed a text message—from Troy. She wanted to kill him.
'Can't sleep. Need to talk to you. Meet me downstairs, lobby.'
She stared blankly at the text, wondering if she should meet him. Her eyes locked in with the clock, flashing '4am' boldly. Was Troy insane? Did he not have his roommate to bother and have late night conversations with? Natalie was good with having Sharpay listen to her talking at random times.
Without rethinking, she pushed the comforter aside and searched for her flip-flops. There was no point in saying no to his demand now, she was already awake and it would only take a good long while before she was able to go to sleep again. She just hoped Troy had learned his lesson. They did not belong together.
The hallway was dark to get to the stairs and Sharpay felt strange. She had never heard the dorm room so silent before—that might be because she had never wandered around campus at four in the morning…and now she has, thanks for to Troy. She had to question herself why exactly she was doing this—after their fight. It was stupid of her to get out of bed and walk all the way downstairs, just so Troy could have someone to talk to until he gets tired? Was she really that shallow for that guy?
The walk didn't last too long, Sharpay soon found Troy sitting on one of the couches, staring at her. He didn't look sleepy at all—in fact he was still in his day clothes, while Sharpay on the other hand was full on in her nightclothes.
"So you got my message." Troy smirked as she sat across from him. "Didn't think you'd come." He added when he noticed Sharpay hadn't replied.
She rolled her eyes, obviously she had gotten his message—either that or she ironically walked down to the lobby at four in the morning and ran into him.
"What exactly did you want to talk about—at this hour?" She added the last part of her sentence coldly.
Troy's fainted smile faded and he sighed. "I'm sorry."
Sharpay was taken back. She wasn't looking for an apology. There really wasn't a need for one, she preferred to forget about what happened, rather than looking at is as something to be sorry for. Although hearing Troy say the word did make her feel better.
"Okay." Was all she could come up with?
Troy didn't know what to respond to her statement, they both stayed quiet.
It was starting to annoy Sharpay, she wanted to bring something up, but she had no idea what she was in the mood to talk about. In a way she felt tired and could use going back to bed again.
"Want to go for a walk?" Troy suggested standing up.
Sharpay had no choice but to accept. He had already gotten up, she wasn't that rude.
They walked quietly to the strolling area of the campus. It was really dark out. Sharpay had never seen the place so empty. Usually there were students everywhere, reading, talking, or just being crazy.
"Umm." Troy started.
Sharpay looked at him, meeting his eyes.
He closed his eyes for a second and opened them again, reviling his electric blue eyes.
"I don't regret kissing you." He admitted.
Sharpay gulped. This was not what she wanted to hear.
"I really mean it, I missed you." He continued.
Sharpay felt herself blush. For some odd reason she felt relief when he said that….
"And I feel guilty because I have feelings for you—and then there's Natalie who's a really—"
Sharpay cut him off , "You belong with Natalie. Not me."
Troy frowned. "No."
Sharpay felt her face go pale.
"I want to be with you." He said, looking straight ahead, not meeting her eyes.
"Maybe you should have thought of that before you got too busy and completely forgot about me." Sharpay scolded.
Troy let out a loud breath.
"I didn't really forget about you. I just didn't want my dad to be upset with me. Our parents had a past Sharpay; it was hard on me—especially since I lived with both of them for so long. They expected us to get close, yes, but as siblings, not to fall in love." He spoke, meeting her brown eyes.
They had stopped walking now, just standing in the middle of the walkway, looking at each other.
"That's a shame." Sharpay scoffed.
She wasn't in the mood to play nice anymore.
"But—I want to be with you. Please?" Troy said, practically begging. "I love you."
Sharpay felt her eyes grow wide. Was she hearing things? She didn't know what made her do it, but she reached her right hand out, caressing his cheek, before leaning towards him and softly placing a kiss on his lips. Troy was taken back, but held her still. The soft little kiss turned to be a deep passionate kiss. Sharpay's hands wrapped tightly around his neck, while his hands roamed her perfect curved hips.
It wasn't too long before Sharpay pulled away—not because she wanted to, but because she needed air. She had wanted to kiss him like that for so long.
"Forgive me?" Troy grinned, locking his eyes with Sharpay's.
"I'll consider it." She smirked before placing another kiss on his lips, a quick one this time. "But—" She frowned.
Troy rolled his eyes. There was a 'but'.
"What?" He demanded.
"We can't be together." She said firmly, looking down.
"Why?!" Troy felt aggravated. She always led him on and turned it all around. He hated that.
"Because you're Natalie's boyfriend. And she happens to be a friend of mine." Sharpay spoke, keeping her eyes on the ground. "You can't hurt her. " She added in a whisper.