Yo guys. So... I guess this is the end.It's kind of sad to see this storty end. It was my first organized story, and so I think it was kind of the dawn of a new era for me. I think this turned out okay, and I hope you guys like it. Go ahead and read.

Sharpay's POV

"So is this what all of your parties are like? Or just the ones where I'm around?"

I lifted my head out of my hands. "You know, I always thought that the next time I was you in person, I'd actually be happy."

"Geez, Shar." Ryan sat down next to me. "Why are you letting Shay do this to you?"

I turned to Ryan. "You have no clue how serious the game is."

"I know you're only doing this for me." Ryan said, which made me sit up straight. "I'm not stupid."

"How did you find out? Why didn't you tell me you knew?" I asked.

"I put the pieces together, Sharpay. I mean, you're really good at hiding it, but I could see how afraid of Shay you are. And I wanted you to see how stupid it was on your own." Ryan rolled his eyes at me. "But apparently, you refuse to learn on your own."

"It's a little late for you to be figuring that out." I muttered.

"Well, since you seem to have thought this out, tell me, exactly, what was I supposed to do from across the country?" Ryan asked.

"You know, you're my twin brother, aren't you supposed to know when you're supposed to shut up?" I asked.

"I was never really big in that whole twin telepathy thing." Ryan said bluntly. "Look Shar, I'm not one of those crazies that visits your website every five seconds, hoping that either that you or Shay posts something on your blogs… but I'm assuming that not all of the break ups are like this. If they were, you wouldn't still me doing this. You like that guy."

"And so what if I do? There'll be other guys." I said.

Ryan shrugged. "Not at this rate."

I was offended by that one. "What's that supposed to mean?"

Ryan looked at me as if he was speaking to a five year old. "It's supposed to mean that this is going to keep on happening unless you stop it."

I rolled my eyes. "What are you talking about, my love life or global warming?"

"Possibly both. But mainly your love life." Ryan smirked. "Look, I get it. Shay got you through High School. But you don't owe her anything."

"Maybe, but don't I owe you something? I mean you are my bother." I said, looking away.

"I know you're trying to help me or something, and believe me when I say that sending me to the Kelvin Center was possibly the best thing anyone could have done for me, but is it really worth all of this?" Ryan asked. "I mean, do you really think that I feel great knowing that that my sister is taking orders from some bitch just so I can get better?"

I looked Ryan straight in the eyes. "What other choice did I have? We both know that you would have totally hated military school."

"I hate the thought of military school less than I hate the thought of Shay." Ryan said. "Come on, if you're not going to do this for yourself, then do this for me."

I smiled reluctantly and pulled Ryan into a gigantic hug. "You spend way too much time watching Oprah."

"So what if I do? It seems to be working." Ryan smiled smugly. "I'm here for the whole weekend, and right now, you have somewhere to be."

I let go of my brother, and began walking back into the hotel. "I love you, Ry."

"Oh and one more thing." Ryan said. "You have nothing to worry about."

"In what sense?" I asked.

"Apparently, Troy's connection to the Kelvin Center is a bit higher up on the food chain than Shay's connection is. And just getting a call from said connection concerning me, secured my place at the Kelvin Center until the end of the year. Shay couldn't get them to kick me out if they wanted to." Ryan smiled.

I stared at Ryan blankly. "And you couldn't have told me this an hour ago?"

Ryan smiled sheepishly. "It wouldn't have been the same if you hadn't figured it out on your own."

I rolled my eyes. "If you're not awake when I get home, I'm shaving your head in your sleep."

"You think I'm going to be able to sleep without knowing how this ends? It's like you don't know me at all." Ryan scoffed. "Now go before I have to call in professional help."

"You're not calling Oprah." I rolled my eyes, going into the party.

"I can dream!" Ryan yelled, just as the door was closing.

I had almost made my way to the exit before being attacked my ex best friend. "There you are! Thank god you finally got it over with. Now let's go back to the party." Shay grabbed my arm and pulled me to the ballroom.

"No. I'm not going back there!" I said, seriously pissed.

"But you have to." Shay said. "We have to make our announcement."

"Don't make me go up there." I said, angrily.

"You don't really have the power to ask me that." Shay said upon realizing that we weren't pretending to be best friends anymore.

"I'm not asking you, I'm warning you." I said.

"I'm so scared." Shay said sarcastically. "Now get up there."

"Fine." I said. I went up to the stage, were I grabbed the microphone away from the DJ. "Hey everyone! How's the party?" I asked.

This was followed by a chorus of screams. "We're glad you guys think so." Shay giggled. "Now since this is the last party Sharpay and I are having together in our high school lives, let's live it up!"

"Yeah, live it up." I said. "Because this is the last time I will ever be doing anything that has to do with Shay. I'm done." I said, handing Shay the microphone, pushing her a little in the process, and walking away.

xXxXx

I watched, seriously hating myself, as Troy attempted to make shot after shot at the court in his backyard. None of them were successful. I cautiously walked towards the court and sat on the (luckily, dry) grass, not caring about the incredibly gorgeous and expensive dress I was wearing, I shed the painful pair of stilettos I was wearing and hugged my knees against my chest. "I never meant for this to happen."

"Yeah you did. You knew this was going to happen from day one." Try said, not looking at me.

"Okay, you're right." I admitted. "But I never wanted it to."

"Why are you even here?" Troy asked.

"Because I've been playing games for too long." I said, look away from Troy.

"Is that supposed to mean something?"

"Yes." I answered. "You know, Zeke Baylor was one of the nice ones."

Troy looked at me briefly, but them looked away again.

"You know, the ones you think twice about dumping. He made me laugh, and he cared about what I had to say. I remember, he would bake me the very best cookies I've ever eaten, I think I must have gained like, five pounds in the week we were dating. He gave me a mix CD every single day that we were together, one for each day of our ever changing love, as he put it. He picked out some of my songs. And somehow, I still managed to dump him."

"Exactly why are you telling me all this?" Troy asked.

"Because I owe you an explanation, and this is the closest thing I have to one." I shrugged. "In a way, I think I kind of ruined Zeke, I mean, if it wasn't for me, he'd still be that great guy. I guess I thought that you might turn into the next Zeke, only if you did, it would be so much worse."

Troy looked at me. "Do you really think that you can fix this by telling me that-"

"It wasn't an excuse." I said. "You have the right to never forgive me."

Troy took a minute to look at me. "Look, I don't need you to come down here and make me feel better."

"I know." I said. "I'll leave if you want me to."

Troy looked at me for a minute, and instead of telling me to leave, like I had fully expected, he went right back to shooting hoops.

I took a deep breath. "Look, I really hate myself for having anything to do with the game, but I'm done with it now. There's nowhere to go but up from here, but that still doesn't change that I'm sorry, and that I'll never forgive myself for giving up on something as good as this. I can't just put a time limit on something if I'm in love."

"Well… are you?"

"Am I what?"

"In love." Troy answered, now staring straight at me.

I stood up. "I don't know… but this is the closest I've ever been to it. And I really can't let this end."

"So don't." Troy said. "Promise me that the games are all over."

"I promise." I said. "Promise me tat you don't think I'm insane?"

"I promise." Troy said. And then we were kissing, and just like that, it was like something in my life clicked, like I was finally in the right place at the right time. I wrapped my arms around Troy's neck, pulling him closer. I never wanted tolet him go. And I'd never have to.

xXxXx

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Hey guys. It's Sharpay. For those of you who haven't heard, the Game is over. And when I say over, I mean one hundred percent, completely over. So that also means that this site is closing down as well, I guess. I just wanted to say something to all of you guys who have somehow found your way onto before I disable this blog and go on with my life.

And that is that I am sorry.

I'm sorry to all of you great guys who I turned into point in a game. I can't even begin to talk about how horribly wrong it was for me to judge you guys just by looks and stuff. However dumb that was, it was even worse for me to give you guys one week limits, I guess I'm the one who ended up missing out after all. The whole point of the game was for me to make it through High School in one piece, but the only thing it did was make me miserable because I could only be with someone for a week. I know that's no excuse for what I've done to you guys, and the truth is that I don't have one. But, I do know from experience that pretty much all of you are great guys, or at least, were great guys when I knew you. And if you were that good to someone you knew was going to dump you, I can only imagine how happy you'll make the girl who is right for you.

And to all of those girls who I wronged. I know that I am possibly the last person in the universe who you want to hear from. And I understand that you guys have the right to hate my guts after what I put some of you through. I know that turning myself into some kind of challenge for guys to leave their girlfriend to chase after was possibly the worst mistake I've ever been stupid enough to make, letting it take over my life for four years is somewhere in the top ten too though. I am completely aware that you guys probably think of me like some self obsessed whore who is caught up in her own hype. But that was never me. I was the girl who knew what she was doing, hated it, but still did it anyways. Which is about twelve billion times worse. I guess that the only consolation that I can give you is that whoever left you to be with me is obviously an incredible dumb ass.

I guess the point I'm trying to get across is that I'm done with the game and I'm finally in a really good place in my life. But I have a few last things to say about the game before I put it out of my mind forever.

I'm sorry, Shay Kingston. I'm sorry for starting the game in the first place, No matter what I try to do about it, the game was my idea in the first place and I'll have that on my conscience forever. I am not, however, sorry that I quit the game. And I never will be.

I'm sorry, Gabriella Montez. Im sorry for the way things worked out. I know you won't believe me when I say that I know exactly what I've done to you over the years. And I know that a simple apology won't right my wrongs. But just know that you will find the perfect guy who you're looking for. And when that happens, I can promise you that he won't give a damn about me or anything I have to say.

I'm sorry, Zeke Baylor. You were good to me in our week together. Then you hardened. And I can't blame you. In fact, I blame myself. I'm sorry that so many people will never get to know the Zeke that I knew. And I'm sorry that you feel like you have to act like a jerk. If you're ever willing to admit that we never slept together and are willing to forgive me for being such and idiot, give me a call. I could really see us being friends. And not just because you make the best cookies ever.

And one last thing before I go, if you have something good, stick with it until the end and go down fighting. Never, ever, let anyone tell you any different. Trust me, because I am the reformed most popular/hated girl in school who managed to single handedly ruin her life and yet, could very possibly be falling in love. If that's not enough to convince you to fight for what you want, I don't know what is.

Goodbye and good luck.

Sincerely,

Sharpay Evans

Hey guys! I can't believe this story is over. It seems like only yesterday I was trying to brainstorm ways for Sharpay to date a lot of guys but still not seeming like a whore (which, might I add, was tricky). Thanks to all of the reviewers. You guys are my ego boost. You'd seriously be freaked out by the amount of time I spend going through my reviews (that I have saved on my email) after I think I flunked a test. I couldn't thank you enough for putting up with grammar and spelling errors that I only notice after I've posted, let alone actually taking time to review (and for the record, I'm trying really hard to say this without sounding like I think I'm some super-popular absurdly talented writer... which I'm probably not). You guys rock. Bye for now, and keep an eye out for my other stuff - LL4E