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Heyy everyone! Sorry I haven't updated this in like a bajillion years! Blame it all on the writers block!! Anyway, this is the ABSOLUTE last chapter! You all have been SO AMAZING while I was writing this! Thank you to EVERYONE who has reviewed and read the story!!

I recomend listening to Miley Cyrus's new song "Bottom of the Ocean" (which I'm totally in love with right now) while you read. And FYI - this part didn't really happen. This has been taking a long time, and I want to finish it so I can add more stuff. I've made the mistake of have too many stories going on at once, which I do not recomend. And I was planning on stopping at 10 chapters anyway.

thanks again!! xoxo Jenna

Sharpay sat on her bed, holding the little blue book. To someone else, it was nothing. To her, it used to be her whole life.

It wasn't very eye-catching. It was just a tiny notebook you could put in the palm of your hand. There was no decoration on the hard indigo cover, except for the small heart Sharpay had put on with red rhinestones.

Inside the tiny book though was every emotion Sharpay had ever felt in poetry form. No one ever knew. She carried it with her everywhere, and it'd not like she even tried to hide it. No one had paid enough attention; no one cared enough. Who would notice the little blue book that the Ice Princess always had?

And then she met Jason. Jason, who was just too cute and adorable to ever be mad at. Jason, who had noticed her when no one else had. Jason, who actually cared about her. Jason, who had actually loved her. She loved him too. But not enough.

She didn't love him enough. She didn't love him enough to be able to forget. She didn't love him enough to be able to move on. She didn't love him enough to not love Troy.

Troy, who had forgotten her. Troy, who joined in as his friends made fun of her for years. Troy, who had made her feel things no person should in their life. Troy, who had once been her best friend. She had been his best friend too. But she guessed back then, she just wasn't enough for him.

She didn't know where she stood now. First, she had been Troy "Golden Boy" Bolton's best friend. Next, she became the Ice Princess, and would stay like that for years. Then she'd just be forgotten. And then she'd be Jason Cross' girlfriend, but still wouldn't be noticed. But now where did she stand?

She didn't know if she and Troy could be best friends again. She loved him to death, but he had just hurt her so many times and so much to fully forgive him now. Maybe over time they'd be friends again. But she just didn't know anymore.

She and Jason were friends, though. She felt so grateful for the way she had told him everything, that she couldn't bear to loose a friend like that. But her breakup with him would play in her head.

-Flashback-

Sharpay had just gotten up from her computer and was now lying on her bed, staring in front of her. What was in front of her was a beautiful ice blue strapless dress with black sequins scattered about it. She was supposed to be wearing it right now. Any minute she'd have to go and wear it, looking beautiful, and dance all night like she didn't have a care in the world. But that was just it: she did have a care in the world.

She had many, really. Maybe too many, because it felt like those cares were abducting her life. She couldn't do it anymore. She couldn't go out in the world with that fake smile on her face, making it seem like everything was fine. No one noticed if she was smiling or not anymore, anyway. Not even Ryan. Ryan didn't want to deal with all of the drama anymore. But Jason noticed. Of course he would; he was her boyfriend. He loved her. And she loved him…she thought.

Like magic, her bedroom door opened and her gorgeous boyfriend was standing there with a smile. He was wearing a deep red button down and black jeans. On his feet were his basketball sneakers, which she knew he wore all the time, no matter what. And his dark brown, almost black hair was messy; just the way she liked it. But the smile was slowly fading off of Jason's face when he saw that his girlfriend wasn't all dressed up like he was.

"Shar? Why aren't you ready." Sharpay didn't respond; she just kept her gaze at the dress a few meters away from her.

"Sharpay? Are you ok?" Jason asked, concern oozing from his voice. Sharpay turned her gaze towards him, which she wished she hadn't. Seeing him standing there, looking incredibly handsome, and still worried about her, knowing that he loved her, killed her. She could feel the hot tears forming in her eyes.

"Jason," her voice hitched, not able to say anything more. It was all it took for Jason to walk over to her bed and sit next to her, a protective arm around her shoulders.

"Pay, what's wrong?" Jason asked softly. Sharpay looked him dead in they eye; another thing she wish she hadn't done.

She saw too many things in his eyes. She saw compassion; she saw worry; but most of all, she saw love. So much. She only wished she could give it all back to him. She slightly shook her head before burying her head in Jason's chest.

"I'm so sorry!" she sobbed, her words barely audible.

"What could you possibly need to be sorry about, baby?" Jason asked, hugging his crying girlfriend.

"Because I suck!" Sharpay sobbed, a few hiccups going out here and there. "I'm horrible! You're perfect! You're amazing! You care about me, and you noticed me, and you liked me for me, and you loved me! You love me!"

"Of course I love you, Sharpay. I always will." Jason said soothingly.

"I know! That's why I'm horrible! I can't give everything to you!"

Jason tried to find what she meant in all of this. "Do you…not love me?"

"No, I do! I completely love you, Jason! You're one of best people in the whole world, I love you! I do!"

"Then what's wrong?" Jason asked, running his hand through her blonde locks.

"I haven't been truthful to you." Sharpay whispered. "But I want to be; I have to be."

"Ok then. What do you want to be truthful about?"

Sharpay took a deep breath. "You know that website with all those poems? The Book of Hurt?"

"Oh yeah; they're great. Why?"

"…it's me." Sharpay pulled herself away from Jason so that they were looking eye to eye. He looked confused and still worried.

"What do you mean?" he asked slowly.

"I made it. I wrote it. I wrote all of those poems, and I made the website, and I put them online. I'm that girl."

Jason didn't say anything. He tried to let it all soak in as best he could. Sharpay, his girlfriend, was the girl who wrote all of that. Sharpay was the girl who felt all of that.

"You are?" he asked quietly. Sharpay nodded.

"I'm so sorry, Jase. But I didn't want anyone to know, not even Ryan. I was already the Ice Princess. I already was hated and unnoticed. I didn't want to know what else would happen if I let people know. And then you asked me out, and I thought that maybe I wouldn't have to worry about The Book of Hurt anymore; I'd be too happy with you to add more to it. But…I just couldn't do that. I still felt so much pain. But it wasn't from you. It was…"

"It was from the other guy?" Jason finished.

"Yes." Sharpay said, more tears running down her pink cheeks.

"W-who is the other guy?" Jason asked, "You know, the one who you said you loved and hated in all of the poems? Who is it?"

"You'll hate me." Sharpay said, so scared she might break his heart…and her own.

"Sharpay, I promise; no matter what you do or what you say, I'll never hate you. I care about you. I love you." Jason said sincerely.

Sharpay opened her mouth, but nothing came out. Him loving her like this made it too hard for her to tell him. But she didn't need to tell him.

"It's Troy, isn't it?"

Sharpay sighed. "Do you hate me?"

"Sharpay, I told you. Never will I hate you. Like I said: I care about you; I love you. And I want to see you happy. And if Troy makes you happy, then you should be with him. He deserves to know." said Jason, now rubbing little circles on her back.

"I don't know if Troy can make me happy anymore." Sharpay confessed.

"You know he will though. In time."

Sharpay let out a small sob. "So do you really still care about me? After all I've done?"

"Of course. And I'm ok, Shar. Because even though it seems like I am, I'm not really letting you go. I'll never let you go. I'll always love and care for you, Pay. You make me happy. Especially if you're happy. Even if it isn't with me."

"God, this is why it's so hard, Jase! You're so perfect!" Jason let out a chuckle.

"I'll always be around, Sharpay; whenever you need me. Like they say, 'I'll be there for you.'"

Sharpay smiled. "You'll always remember my favorite song, won't you?"

"It's one of the songs of your life." Jason said. Sharpay looked up at him, wiping the tears out of her eyes.

"Thank you, Jason." Jason smiled down at the petite girl.

"Always, Pay."

Sharpay leaned up and placed one last soft, sweet, living kiss on Jason's lips. When she pulled away, she smiled. He did too.

"Well, I better get going. Good luck, Shar." Jason said, removing his arm from her, and walking towards her front door.

"Thanks, Jase. I love you." Sharpay said. Jason stopped in front of the open door and looked back at her.

"I love you too. Bye, Sharpay."

"Bye Jason." Sharpay said quietly. He walked out of her room and closed her door. Sharpay stared at where his figure had once been, and then laid down on her bed.

It wasn't goodbye forever. The day that Sharpay Evans and Jason Cross said goodbye forever would never come.

-end flashback-

Sharpay sighed again. She looked at the little book in her hands. She knew she had to part with it. But she didn't want to. She didn't want to forget. She didn't want to forget what she thought, but she had to forget how it felt.

She looked around her room. It was completely empty. There were no pictures handing on the walls. There were no clothes handing in the open closet. There were no magazines and books covering the wood floors. There were no school assignments and do-dads scattered on her desk. There wasn't even a desk. The only piece of furniture left was the bare mattress on the bed frame.

Sharpay took all the emptiness in. she'd never be back here again. Everything in it was gone. And soon, she would be too. It was just the way it had to be. But before, when all of her belongings were comfortably living in it, her room didn't mean much to her. But now, when there was nothing in it, she felt…close to it. Maybe because she had been used to lonely and emptiness. But hopefully that was about to change.

There was a knock on her door and it opened. Troy was standing there, still holding onto the doorknob.

"Ready?" he asked.

Sharpay took a deep breath and sighed it out. "I guess so." She stood up and walked over to the man.

"You nervous?" he asked.

"When aren't I?"

"Don't worry. It'll be great." He said.

"I know. Let's go," she said. Troy nodded and left. Sharpay took one step, but then turned around to look at her room one last time.

She wouldn't be back. She and Troy were moving. Not too far away, though. But there needed to be enough distance between this world she knew and the new one she was about to enter. Between this world and the real world.

She took it all in. this was the room it all started in. This was the room where she ran into and cried all weekend when Troy let it be known they were no longer friends. This was the room where she had written all of those heartbreaking poems when something happened at school. This was the room where she first got that call from Jason asking her out. This was the room where she broke up with her boyfriend and confessed the truth to Troy. Everything happened in this room. The Book of Hurt was born here.

"…And here it shall die," Sharpay thought aloud. She looked at the little book in her hand, and slowly released her grip on it. As she watched it fall, it almost looked like it was falling in slow motion. And when it finally touched the floor, she could feel her heart crack open.

Yes, it killed her to leave behind the one thing that had given her comfort during her hardships, but it had to be done. She could feel a huge weight, like a 500 lbs. one, being lifted off of her slender shoulders.

She could move on. She could now leave this house and drive off with Troy. They were going to find someplace for themselves; where they could try to rebuild their relationship, as serious boyfriend and girlfriend, but mostly as friends. She promised Jason she'd call everyday. And he also made her promise if they had a kid, it'd better be named after him. She laughed, and said yes. But that wouldn't be happening for a long time. After all, she and Troy were still not even eighteen and were leaving against their parent's wishes. But they had to do what was right. And right now, for those two, the only thing that was right was each other.

She looked down at to see the notebook was opened to the last entry she had put in it. She weakly smiled and blew a kiss to the notebook, before closing the door.

What she wrote as her last entry she'd never forget; it wasn't about her and Troy, or her and Jason. It was about the Book of Hurt, and all of the pain that came with it.

the end.