MUMUS: In Each Other’s Arms
Username: brokengem
Couple: Chad & Sharpay
Rating: M
Quote: "It isn't the right time, but I really don't care."
Setting/Event: Prom Night.
Random Stuff:
- Dominant!Sharpay
- Nail usage
Chad Danforth tugged at the bow tie of his tux and sighed, the jacket was too small. The tux had fit perfectly last winter for his oldest sister’s wedding, but now, because of all the muscle he had built up, it was too tight.
“You look so handsome,” his mom said from the doorway of his bedroom. “Our baby is all grown up, Charlie.”
Chad forced a smile on his face and turned around. He was the youngest of four kids, the only boy and deemed the “happy accident” while in the womb, but ever since he’d started his senior year, his mom had constantly referred to him as her baby.
“Charlie, take a picture of me and my baby boy,” his mom said, shoving her camera into her husband’s hands. “We don’t have any pre-dance photos of our baby boy.”
“Mom, I have to-”
“Smile Chad,” his dad cut him off.
Chad sighed then smiled as his dad snapped the picture.
“Perfect, now I’ll take one of you -”
“Mom, I gotta go pick up Ashley,” Chad said.
“Ashley? Who’s Ashley?” His mom asked. “I thought you were going to prom with Sharpay Evans.”
“Sharpay dumped me two weeks ago, mom,” Chad stated. “But I don’t want to talk about it, I have to go pick up Ashley.”
“Why don’t you take the BMW tonight?” His dad asked as he pulled his keys from his pocket.
“Seriously?” Chad asked.
“Yeah, it’s a big night,” his dad nodded. “Just don’t bring it home empty.”
“I won’t, I promise,” Chad smiled. “Thanks dad.” He kissed his mom’s cheek then hurried out of his room. He tore down the stairs and ran to the garage where his dad’s 2009 BMW X6 xDrive50i was waiting for him.
After opening the garage door, Chad got behind the wheel of the car and backed it out of the garage. Then he threw the car in drive and headed towards Ashley’s house.
Ashley was a sophomore at East High and cheerleader who looked like Angelina Jolie or so she told everybody so much they believed her. She hadn’t been his first choice for a date for prom, but with three days until prom he had gotten desperate and asked Troy’s little sister’s friend.
Arriving at Ashley’s house, Chad parked the car then walked up the sidewalk to her front door and knocked on the front door.
“I got it mom,” he heard Ashley call. “I’ll see you after the movie.”
When the door opened, Ashley walked out in a pair of sweats and a sweatshirt.
“Is that what you’re wearing?” Chad asked her.
“Shh,” she hissed. “Let’s go.” She pushed him towards the car and Chad couldn’t do anything but walk to the car.
“My mom doesn’t know I’m going to the prom with a senior,” Ashley stated as soon as they were in the car. “She would throw a fit if she found out.”
“Ashley, I don’t -”
“Let’s go,” Ashley cut him off. “The prom is waiting!”
Chad sighed and started his car then drove towards the school. He pulled into the parking lot and slid into the spot right next to his best friend’s ancient truck.
“Gimme a second,” Ashley told him as they got out of the car. She unzipped her sweatshirt and tossed it into the front seat of his car, followed by her sweatpants, revealing a tight white spaghetti strap dress with a feather bottom just above her knees. “Alright, I’m good to go.”
“Ok,” Chad said and started walking towards the building. He was startled when Ashley slid her arm through his and forced a smile on his face when she smiled up at him with her overly-made up face.
He showed their tickets to the person manning the doors then led Ashley up the stairs to the roof top garden where prom was being held. He spotted his friends at a table near the back, but before he could route Ashley there, she stopped in her tracks.
“What is Dustin doing here?” She asked
“Who’s Dustin?” Chad asked her.
“My exboyfriend,” she crossed her arms then grabbed onto Chad. “Oh my god, he’s coming over here. Do something!”
Chad stared at her confused as the guy he assumed was Dustin made his way over to them.
“Ashley,” Dustin said. “I’ve been trying to call you for days.”
“I’m sorry, but I’m on a date right now,” she replied snobbishly, pulling Chad closer to her.
"Look I know that it isn't the right time, but I really don't care," Dustin stated. “I love you, Ashley, and I never should have broken up with you.”
“What? You love me?” Ashley said, pushing Chad away. “Dustin, I love you too.”
Chad rolled his eyes and walked away in disgust as he headed towards his friends. His four best guy friends-Troy Bolton, Zeke Baylor, Jason Cross and Ryan Evans-were all standing around a table with their girlfriends-Gabriella Montez, Taylor McKessie, Kelsi Nielsen and Martha Cox.
“Where’s Ashley?” Troy asked him when Chad arrived at the table.
“Making out with her boyfriend Dustin,” Chad rolled his eyes. “Why did you make me come to this stupid thing, Troy?”
“Because you would have regretted it if you hadn’t come,” Troy’s girlfriend Gabriella said as she stood up, smoothing the bottom of her red prom dress. “Besides, prom is fun.”
“Yeah, getting dressed in a tux that is too small and feeling like my bow tie is cutting off all the blood to my head is real fun,” Chad muttered.
“I think you look really nice,” Zeke’s girlfriend Taylor stated as she adjusted the straps on her sky blue dress.
“And I think your bowtie is adorable,” Jason’s girlfriend Kelsi added as she leaned back against Jason in her turquoise mermaid dress. “I kinda wish that Jason was wearing one, too.”
“Thanks for trying, ladies, but I might as well go home, seeing as I’ll be a ninth wheel,” he stated.
“You don’t have to,” Ryan’s girlfriend Martha smiled as she walked towards him in her purple dress. “Cause I know for certain that Sharpay is coming.”
“Then that settles it, I’m leaving for sure now,” Chad stated. He turned to go, but froze when he saw Sharpay standing some twenty feet away from him. Her halter style dress was bright pink with a large jewel at the waist. Then just above her knee, the dress split and the leopard print pattern of the inside of the dress showed. He stumbled back a bit and smiled appreciatively at Troy who kept him from knocking into the table. By the time Chad turned back to where he had seen Sharpay, she was gone.
“Still going to leave?” Troy asked in a teasing tone.
Chad shot him a look that said he wasn’t amused then sat down at the table. He stared at the center piece and tried to tune out the noise around him, but when he heard Sharpay’s name mentioned he couldn’t help but listen in.
“Her dress is beautiful,” Kelsi stated. “Did you see the leopard print?”
“She told me she had it made especially for her,” Martha stated. “She saw something similar in a fashion magazine and added to it.”
“She’s truly out done herself,” Taylor shook her head. “The pink for Sharpay is a no duh, but I never thought she would wear an animal print. I mean have you seen her animal collection.”
“I don’t think the animal print was for her,” Gabriella said with a smile. “I think it was for somebody else.”
Feeling eyes on him, Chad lifted his head up and saw all four girls smiling at him. “What?” He asked.
“Correct me if I’m wrong, but aren’t the seat covers in your car leopard print?” Gabriella asked him.
“Yeah, so?” Chad asked. He groaned when he saw the ‘mmm hmm’ looks that girls exchanged. “I need something to drink.” He pushed his chair away and headed for the snack table.
Taking a glass of punch, he walked over to the edge of the roof and leaned against the wall. He saw Sharpay make her way over to the table with all their friends and watched as she talked with the other girls. At one point, she glanced in his direction, catching his eye until he pulled away.
“Oh my god, Chad, there you are,” Ashley said, sliding up to him with Dustin at her side. “I am like so totally sorry. I had no idea Dustin would even be here tonight.”
“Don’t mention it,” Chad replied.
“You’re like the best ever,” Ashley stated before she walked away with Dustin.
Chad stayed by the punch table until his friends made their way to the dance floor and Sharpay moved on to talk to other people at the prom. He made his way back to the table and sat down. He pulled out his cell phone and played several games of solitaire, losing most of them.
“Alright, party pooper,” Gabriella said as Taylor yanked the cell phone from Chad’s hands. “You’re dancing with us.”
“I don’t want to dance,” Chad stated.
“We didn’t ask if you wanted to,” Taylor replied. “Now come on.”
The trio danced to a couple fast songs and Taylor went to find Zeke as a slow song came on.
“Shouldn’t you be dancing with Troy?” Chad asked Gabriella.
“Nah, he won’t mind,” Gabriella smiled.
Chad let his eyes scan the rooftop for his best friend and felt a pang of jealousy when he saw Troy dancing a few feet away with Sharpay. The jealousy faded when he realized that Troy and Sharpay were getting closer and he knew he had to act fast. He “accidentally” stepped on Gabriella’s foot, making her cry out in pain.
“Sorry, Gabs,” he said, quickly then led her off the dance floor. “I didn’t -”
“It’s ok,” Gabriella replied, rubbing her throbbing foot. “Troy’s done it a lot.”
“Hey Chad, why don’t you go get Gabriella some ice?” Troy suggested before turning to his girlfriend. “You ok?”
In search of ice, Chad headed towards the snack table and asked one of the chaperons if there was a bag of ice or something he could take to Gabriella.
While the chaperon left to get a bag of ice, Chad moved to the side as the opening strains of Neyo’s song “Closer” came over the sound system.
“Of all the songs,” he muttered, forcing himself to turn around and look out at the city below. That song was the first song he and Sharpay had danced to; he hadn’t wanted to dance that night, but there was something about the way she moved her body and smiled at him that made him come to her.
“You’ve been avoiding me,” her voice sent a chill down his spine and he turned his head to find her standing next to him, looking at the city lights.
Instead of answering, he moved his eyes back to the view.
“Chad, come on,” she sighed. “Don’t be like this.”
“Be like what, Sharpay?” He asked. “You dumped me. And I don’t even know why.”
“I’ve been trying to explain it to you, but you keep avoiding me,” Sharpay stated. “I brought your date’s ex-boyfriend to ruin your date so we could be alone and you still avoided me.”
“So let’s talk,” he said. “Why did you rip my heart out and crush it like a bug?”
“We can’t talk here,” she argued.
“If we leave, we can’t come back,” he stated. “Then you’ll be disqualified for the Prom Queen.”
“I have a plan,” she stated before turning and walking away.
He watched as she headed towards the snack table then raised his eye brows when she squatted down to pick something off the ground. As she stood up, he caught sight of the bottom of her dress stuck under the leg of the table. That wasn’t part of the plan, right? Surely that had to be an accident.
Unsure, he ran to her, calling her name, but it was too late, she took one step towards him and the sound of fabric ripping caught the attention of everyone around them.
He was even more confused as her face paled and she glanced at the back of her dress seeing that her pink thong was on display, as Taylor rushed over to help her. As soon as the bottom of the dress was freed from the table, Sharpay gathered the bottom of her ripped dress and held it close to her body, covering up her exposed parts, as she fled from the scene.
“Don’t just stand there,” Troy said, shoving Chad from behind. “Go make sure she’s ok.”
Chad nodded and quickly followed Sharpay through the divided crowd. She had already disappeared from sight as he entered the hallway, but he could hear the click clack of high heels on the floor. Running after her, he found himself being lead to the auditorium and ultimately to the dressing rooms.
Not knowing what to expect, Chad slowed his run to a walk as he neared Sharpay’s dressing room. He took a deep breath then entered the room, only to find her standing in the middle of the room, with her arms crossed and glaring at him.
“If you hadn’t been such an ass and hadn’t avoided me, I wouldn’t have had to rip my one of a kind dress,” she stated. “A dress, might I add, that I designed with you in mind. You know how much I hate animal print.”
“Are you saying you purposely ripped your dress?” Chad gawked.
“That’s what I just said.”
“Why would you do that?”
“Because, like we agreed upstairs, we need to talk.”
“Couldn’t you have just dropped your purse over the edge of the building or something?”
“Shut up before I regret ripping my dress to save our relationship.”
“We don’t have a relationship, you dumped me,” he reminded her. “So why don’t you start by telling me why you ruined a perfectly good relationship.”
“Because I love you, you idiot.”
“What?” Chad blinked; he hadn’t expected her to say that.
“I love you,” she repeated as she blinked back her tears. “So much it scared me and I panicked. Then we had that stupid, pointless argument about whether or not you should rent a tux for prom and I did the stupidest thing I’ve ever done in my life -” she sucked in a breath before turning her brown eyes to his “- I let you go.”
“Sharpay, I -”
“I know it probably sounds like the stupidest thing you’ve ever heard in your life but -”
He silenced her, by pressing his lips against hers. His right hand found the nape of her neck, while his left hand found her waist and pulled her closer to him.
Breaking the kiss before things got too heated, Chad moved his lips to her ear and whispered, “I love you, too.”
“I think it’s say to say everything is ok in Chad and Sharpay land,” they heard Taylor say.
Chad groaned into Sharpay’s ear before reluctantly letting go of her to face Taylor and Gabriella who had appeared out of nowhere.
“Everything ok now?” Gabriella asked, looking from one friend to the other.
“It was better before you two showed up,” Chad muttered.
“Yeah, well, it’s almost time for the crowning of the king and queen,” Taylor stated. “So why don’t you go upstairs and join the guys while we help Sharpay find a new dress to wear.”
Instead of going upstairs, Chad waited out in the hall for the girls. He waited for nearly ten minutes, but when the girls came out of the dressing room, Sharpay was dressed in a red flapper dress that he suspected was from the fall musical.
“You look great,” he told her as they followed Gabriella and Taylor back to the roof top garden.
“Thanks,” she smiled.
The rest of the walk to the roof top garden was quiet; but just before they started up the steps, she grabbed his arm and said, “Will you take me home after the queen and king are announced?”
“Uh huh, sure,” he nodded.
“Alright, I just have to talk to somebody real quickly, go find our friends and I’ll find you,” she instructed before walking away.
Chad shook his head then headed over to where Troy and the others were standing.
“Don’t tell me you two already broke up again,” his best friend teased.
“She had to go talk to someone,” Chad shrugged.
“Alright, alright,” Ms. Darbus said into the microphone. “Will everyone please gather around the dance floor, with Prom court members joining me up front?”
“That’s us,” Gabriella smiled at Chad and Troy. “Where’s Sharpay?”
“Right here,” Sharpay said, appearing at Chad’s side.
The foursome walked up to join Ms. Darbus and four other seniors who were nominated.
“Alright, Wildcats, are you ready to find out who your queen and king are?” Ms. Darbus asked. She waved an envelope in the air before opening it. “The Prom 2009 King and Queen are Troy Bolton and Gabriella Montez.”
Chad and Sharpay congratulated Troy and Gabriella before walking off the dance floor so the newly crowned king and queen could have their dance.
“Let’s go,” Sharpay whispered in Chad’s ear.
“Alright,” Chad said.
They slipped away from the crowd unnoticed and left the prom.
“We need to go get my dress from the dressing room,” Sharpay told him. “It’ll only take a second.”
“Do you want me to get my car and meet you?” Chad asked.
“No, come with me,” she said. “It’s too creepy by myself.”
“Afraid the boogie man is going to jump out of a locker?” Chad teased.
“If you’re going to be mean, I’ll tell Dustin and Ashley that you’ll take them home and go home in my limo,” Sharpay stated.
“Wait, do you mean you brought Dustin to the prom?” Chad asked.
“You came with a sophomore too,” Sharpay stated. “Besides, I only brought him with the intent of ruining your date and obviously, it worked.”
“You know, if you hadn’t -”
“Shh,” Sharpay pressed her fingers against his lips. “Shut up and stay quiet, ok?”
She led him down the hallway to the auditorium and into her dressing room. She closed the door behind them and locked it.
“Aren’t you going to turn the light on?”
“I thought I told you to be quiet.”
“I -”
She pressed her finger to his lips before pushing him backwards onto the couch. She kicked off her black heels then sat down on his lap facing him. Her manicured fingers found their way to his curly locks while her mouth met his.
When she felt his hands working the zipper on her dress, Sharpay pulled away and shook her finger at him. “You’re not allowed to do anything but sit there and look pretty,” she informed him. She pressed her finger to his lips when he opened his mouth to talk. “No talking.”
Pushing against his chest, she stood up and went to the middle of the room. She turned his back towards him and swayed her body as she unzipped the red flapper dress. Then she slid the straps down her arms and let the dress fall to the floor, leaving her in only her pink thong.
Turning around, she ordered him to stand up and strip.
“But you told me to just sit here and look pretty,” he smirked.
“I also told you not to talk. Now stand up.”
Chad obeyed and grinned as she started to undress him. A low moan escaped his lips as she ran her hand over the fly of his dress pants-making them feel even tighter.
She took her time sliding the zipper down on his pants and an even longer time pushing his hands down his legs. She undressed him until he was standing before her in a pair of black boxer briefs with his white dress shirt unbuttoned.
Standing face to face, she kissed his lips then smiled before she scrapped her nails down his chest, leaving red marks.
“Fuck, Sharpay,” he cried as his chest burned.
“Shh,” she hissed as she drew circles around his nipples with her finger nails. “Or I’ll do it again.”
She guided her hands down his torso, stopping just above the waistband of his boxers. She could see the obvious affect she was having on him and smiled as she ran her hand over his growing member.
He could feel her breath on his skin as she kneeled on the ground in front of him and it took all his strength to keep from taking control of the situation and taking her right there. Her hands felt cool against his searing skin as she slid her hands until the waistband and pulled his boxers down, freeing his stiff manhood.
She felt his body tremble as she raked her finger nails across the shaft of his manhood. Oh how she had missed him in the two weeks they hadn’t been together. She had dreamt of him constantly, fantasizing what it would be like when they finally were together again and as she slid him into her mouth, everything was just as she had imagined it would be.
His eyes closed and he placed his hand on the back of her head, wishing her beautiful wasn’t pulled into a stylish updo. He missed running his hands through her thick, luscious hair; missed the way it tickled his skin as she went down on him or laid around her like a mane when he went down on her. Prom was over for them, he knew that, so there was no reason for her hair to stay up in the funky style. He fumbled with her hair, trying to free it, and almost cried out when she removed him from her mouth.
Standing up, Sharpay pulled the clip from her hair, letting it cascade down her back. She smiled at Chad then slid her thong down her slender legs. She pushed him backwards onto the couch then sat down on his lap, facing him. Their mouths met as she slid her body down on his manhood.
She rode him until they had both come then climbed off of him as they caught their breath.
“Well aren’t you going to say something?” She asked, laying her legs across his lap.
“You told me not to talk,” he replied.
“You can talk now,” she stated.
“But I don’t have anything to say.”
She started to get up in a huff, but he grabbed her arm and pulled her back to the couch. “Sharpay, I really missed you,” he said. “I meant what I said earlier, I love you.” A naughty smirk crossed his face. “But if getting in a fight means we get to have great make up sex then- ow!” He cried when she scratched him. “Why did you do that? You said I could talk.”
“I changed my mind,” she grinned. “Now get dressed and take me home.”
“I just poured my heart out to you and now you want me to take you home?” He asked. “Shouldn’t you be like fawning over me and stuff?”
“I never said you had to leave when we got to my house,” she smirked. “Now get dressed.”
While he found his boxer briefs and pants, she put on his suit jacket then folded her dress over her arm.
The music from the prom was sitting blaring loudly as they made their way out to his dad’s car. Following her instructions, he gave Ashley’s clothes to the driver of the limo that Sharpay had arrived in with Dustin then climbed into the car.
Her house was dark when he pulled up in front of it a few minutes later. He followed her inside and up to her room. While she went to get something for them to drink, he opened up iTunes on her computer and set Ne-Yo’s song “Closer” on repeat.
When she returned to her bedroom, he took the bottom of sparkling cider from her and set it on her dresser. “I believe you owe me a dance, Princess Sharpay,” he said.
“I think that can be arranged, Prince Chad,” she grinned.
Wrapping his arms around her, he closed his eyes as their bodies swayed to the music. With the song on repeat, he didn’t know how long they danced for, all he knew (and cared about) was the fact that they belonged with each other.
Story Index
Couple: Chad & Sharpay
Rating: M
Quote: "It isn't the right time, but I really don't care."
Setting/Event: Prom Night.
Random Stuff:
- Dominant!Sharpay
- Nail usage
Chad Danforth tugged at the bow tie of his tux and sighed, the jacket was too small. The tux had fit perfectly last winter for his oldest sister’s wedding, but now, because of all the muscle he had built up, it was too tight.
“You look so handsome,” his mom said from the doorway of his bedroom. “Our baby is all grown up, Charlie.”
Chad forced a smile on his face and turned around. He was the youngest of four kids, the only boy and deemed the “happy accident” while in the womb, but ever since he’d started his senior year, his mom had constantly referred to him as her baby.
“Charlie, take a picture of me and my baby boy,” his mom said, shoving her camera into her husband’s hands. “We don’t have any pre-dance photos of our baby boy.”
“Mom, I have to-”
“Smile Chad,” his dad cut him off.
Chad sighed then smiled as his dad snapped the picture.
“Perfect, now I’ll take one of you -”
“Mom, I gotta go pick up Ashley,” Chad said.
“Ashley? Who’s Ashley?” His mom asked. “I thought you were going to prom with Sharpay Evans.”
“Sharpay dumped me two weeks ago, mom,” Chad stated. “But I don’t want to talk about it, I have to go pick up Ashley.”
“Why don’t you take the BMW tonight?” His dad asked as he pulled his keys from his pocket.
“Seriously?” Chad asked.
“Yeah, it’s a big night,” his dad nodded. “Just don’t bring it home empty.”
“I won’t, I promise,” Chad smiled. “Thanks dad.” He kissed his mom’s cheek then hurried out of his room. He tore down the stairs and ran to the garage where his dad’s 2009 BMW X6 xDrive50i was waiting for him.
After opening the garage door, Chad got behind the wheel of the car and backed it out of the garage. Then he threw the car in drive and headed towards Ashley’s house.
Ashley was a sophomore at East High and cheerleader who looked like Angelina Jolie or so she told everybody so much they believed her. She hadn’t been his first choice for a date for prom, but with three days until prom he had gotten desperate and asked Troy’s little sister’s friend.
Arriving at Ashley’s house, Chad parked the car then walked up the sidewalk to her front door and knocked on the front door.
“I got it mom,” he heard Ashley call. “I’ll see you after the movie.”
When the door opened, Ashley walked out in a pair of sweats and a sweatshirt.
“Is that what you’re wearing?” Chad asked her.
“Shh,” she hissed. “Let’s go.” She pushed him towards the car and Chad couldn’t do anything but walk to the car.
“My mom doesn’t know I’m going to the prom with a senior,” Ashley stated as soon as they were in the car. “She would throw a fit if she found out.”
“Ashley, I don’t -”
“Let’s go,” Ashley cut him off. “The prom is waiting!”
Chad sighed and started his car then drove towards the school. He pulled into the parking lot and slid into the spot right next to his best friend’s ancient truck.
“Gimme a second,” Ashley told him as they got out of the car. She unzipped her sweatshirt and tossed it into the front seat of his car, followed by her sweatpants, revealing a tight white spaghetti strap dress with a feather bottom just above her knees. “Alright, I’m good to go.”
“Ok,” Chad said and started walking towards the building. He was startled when Ashley slid her arm through his and forced a smile on his face when she smiled up at him with her overly-made up face.
He showed their tickets to the person manning the doors then led Ashley up the stairs to the roof top garden where prom was being held. He spotted his friends at a table near the back, but before he could route Ashley there, she stopped in her tracks.
“What is Dustin doing here?” She asked
“Who’s Dustin?” Chad asked her.
“My exboyfriend,” she crossed her arms then grabbed onto Chad. “Oh my god, he’s coming over here. Do something!”
Chad stared at her confused as the guy he assumed was Dustin made his way over to them.
“Ashley,” Dustin said. “I’ve been trying to call you for days.”
“I’m sorry, but I’m on a date right now,” she replied snobbishly, pulling Chad closer to her.
"Look I know that it isn't the right time, but I really don't care," Dustin stated. “I love you, Ashley, and I never should have broken up with you.”
“What? You love me?” Ashley said, pushing Chad away. “Dustin, I love you too.”
Chad rolled his eyes and walked away in disgust as he headed towards his friends. His four best guy friends-Troy Bolton, Zeke Baylor, Jason Cross and Ryan Evans-were all standing around a table with their girlfriends-Gabriella Montez, Taylor McKessie, Kelsi Nielsen and Martha Cox.
“Where’s Ashley?” Troy asked him when Chad arrived at the table.
“Making out with her boyfriend Dustin,” Chad rolled his eyes. “Why did you make me come to this stupid thing, Troy?”
“Because you would have regretted it if you hadn’t come,” Troy’s girlfriend Gabriella said as she stood up, smoothing the bottom of her red prom dress. “Besides, prom is fun.”
“Yeah, getting dressed in a tux that is too small and feeling like my bow tie is cutting off all the blood to my head is real fun,” Chad muttered.
“I think you look really nice,” Zeke’s girlfriend Taylor stated as she adjusted the straps on her sky blue dress.
“And I think your bowtie is adorable,” Jason’s girlfriend Kelsi added as she leaned back against Jason in her turquoise mermaid dress. “I kinda wish that Jason was wearing one, too.”
“Thanks for trying, ladies, but I might as well go home, seeing as I’ll be a ninth wheel,” he stated.
“You don’t have to,” Ryan’s girlfriend Martha smiled as she walked towards him in her purple dress. “Cause I know for certain that Sharpay is coming.”
“Then that settles it, I’m leaving for sure now,” Chad stated. He turned to go, but froze when he saw Sharpay standing some twenty feet away from him. Her halter style dress was bright pink with a large jewel at the waist. Then just above her knee, the dress split and the leopard print pattern of the inside of the dress showed. He stumbled back a bit and smiled appreciatively at Troy who kept him from knocking into the table. By the time Chad turned back to where he had seen Sharpay, she was gone.
“Still going to leave?” Troy asked in a teasing tone.
Chad shot him a look that said he wasn’t amused then sat down at the table. He stared at the center piece and tried to tune out the noise around him, but when he heard Sharpay’s name mentioned he couldn’t help but listen in.
“Her dress is beautiful,” Kelsi stated. “Did you see the leopard print?”
“She told me she had it made especially for her,” Martha stated. “She saw something similar in a fashion magazine and added to it.”
“She’s truly out done herself,” Taylor shook her head. “The pink for Sharpay is a no duh, but I never thought she would wear an animal print. I mean have you seen her animal collection.”
“I don’t think the animal print was for her,” Gabriella said with a smile. “I think it was for somebody else.”
Feeling eyes on him, Chad lifted his head up and saw all four girls smiling at him. “What?” He asked.
“Correct me if I’m wrong, but aren’t the seat covers in your car leopard print?” Gabriella asked him.
“Yeah, so?” Chad asked. He groaned when he saw the ‘mmm hmm’ looks that girls exchanged. “I need something to drink.” He pushed his chair away and headed for the snack table.
Taking a glass of punch, he walked over to the edge of the roof and leaned against the wall. He saw Sharpay make her way over to the table with all their friends and watched as she talked with the other girls. At one point, she glanced in his direction, catching his eye until he pulled away.
“Oh my god, Chad, there you are,” Ashley said, sliding up to him with Dustin at her side. “I am like so totally sorry. I had no idea Dustin would even be here tonight.”
“Don’t mention it,” Chad replied.
“You’re like the best ever,” Ashley stated before she walked away with Dustin.
Chad stayed by the punch table until his friends made their way to the dance floor and Sharpay moved on to talk to other people at the prom. He made his way back to the table and sat down. He pulled out his cell phone and played several games of solitaire, losing most of them.
“Alright, party pooper,” Gabriella said as Taylor yanked the cell phone from Chad’s hands. “You’re dancing with us.”
“I don’t want to dance,” Chad stated.
“We didn’t ask if you wanted to,” Taylor replied. “Now come on.”
The trio danced to a couple fast songs and Taylor went to find Zeke as a slow song came on.
“Shouldn’t you be dancing with Troy?” Chad asked Gabriella.
“Nah, he won’t mind,” Gabriella smiled.
Chad let his eyes scan the rooftop for his best friend and felt a pang of jealousy when he saw Troy dancing a few feet away with Sharpay. The jealousy faded when he realized that Troy and Sharpay were getting closer and he knew he had to act fast. He “accidentally” stepped on Gabriella’s foot, making her cry out in pain.
“Sorry, Gabs,” he said, quickly then led her off the dance floor. “I didn’t -”
“It’s ok,” Gabriella replied, rubbing her throbbing foot. “Troy’s done it a lot.”
“Hey Chad, why don’t you go get Gabriella some ice?” Troy suggested before turning to his girlfriend. “You ok?”
In search of ice, Chad headed towards the snack table and asked one of the chaperons if there was a bag of ice or something he could take to Gabriella.
While the chaperon left to get a bag of ice, Chad moved to the side as the opening strains of Neyo’s song “Closer” came over the sound system.
“Of all the songs,” he muttered, forcing himself to turn around and look out at the city below. That song was the first song he and Sharpay had danced to; he hadn’t wanted to dance that night, but there was something about the way she moved her body and smiled at him that made him come to her.
“You’ve been avoiding me,” her voice sent a chill down his spine and he turned his head to find her standing next to him, looking at the city lights.
Instead of answering, he moved his eyes back to the view.
“Chad, come on,” she sighed. “Don’t be like this.”
“Be like what, Sharpay?” He asked. “You dumped me. And I don’t even know why.”
“I’ve been trying to explain it to you, but you keep avoiding me,” Sharpay stated. “I brought your date’s ex-boyfriend to ruin your date so we could be alone and you still avoided me.”
“So let’s talk,” he said. “Why did you rip my heart out and crush it like a bug?”
“We can’t talk here,” she argued.
“If we leave, we can’t come back,” he stated. “Then you’ll be disqualified for the Prom Queen.”
“I have a plan,” she stated before turning and walking away.
He watched as she headed towards the snack table then raised his eye brows when she squatted down to pick something off the ground. As she stood up, he caught sight of the bottom of her dress stuck under the leg of the table. That wasn’t part of the plan, right? Surely that had to be an accident.
Unsure, he ran to her, calling her name, but it was too late, she took one step towards him and the sound of fabric ripping caught the attention of everyone around them.
He was even more confused as her face paled and she glanced at the back of her dress seeing that her pink thong was on display, as Taylor rushed over to help her. As soon as the bottom of the dress was freed from the table, Sharpay gathered the bottom of her ripped dress and held it close to her body, covering up her exposed parts, as she fled from the scene.
“Don’t just stand there,” Troy said, shoving Chad from behind. “Go make sure she’s ok.”
Chad nodded and quickly followed Sharpay through the divided crowd. She had already disappeared from sight as he entered the hallway, but he could hear the click clack of high heels on the floor. Running after her, he found himself being lead to the auditorium and ultimately to the dressing rooms.
Not knowing what to expect, Chad slowed his run to a walk as he neared Sharpay’s dressing room. He took a deep breath then entered the room, only to find her standing in the middle of the room, with her arms crossed and glaring at him.
“If you hadn’t been such an ass and hadn’t avoided me, I wouldn’t have had to rip my one of a kind dress,” she stated. “A dress, might I add, that I designed with you in mind. You know how much I hate animal print.”
“Are you saying you purposely ripped your dress?” Chad gawked.
“That’s what I just said.”
“Why would you do that?”
“Because, like we agreed upstairs, we need to talk.”
“Couldn’t you have just dropped your purse over the edge of the building or something?”
“Shut up before I regret ripping my dress to save our relationship.”
“We don’t have a relationship, you dumped me,” he reminded her. “So why don’t you start by telling me why you ruined a perfectly good relationship.”
“Because I love you, you idiot.”
“What?” Chad blinked; he hadn’t expected her to say that.
“I love you,” she repeated as she blinked back her tears. “So much it scared me and I panicked. Then we had that stupid, pointless argument about whether or not you should rent a tux for prom and I did the stupidest thing I’ve ever done in my life -” she sucked in a breath before turning her brown eyes to his “- I let you go.”
“Sharpay, I -”
“I know it probably sounds like the stupidest thing you’ve ever heard in your life but -”
He silenced her, by pressing his lips against hers. His right hand found the nape of her neck, while his left hand found her waist and pulled her closer to him.
Breaking the kiss before things got too heated, Chad moved his lips to her ear and whispered, “I love you, too.”
“I think it’s say to say everything is ok in Chad and Sharpay land,” they heard Taylor say.
Chad groaned into Sharpay’s ear before reluctantly letting go of her to face Taylor and Gabriella who had appeared out of nowhere.
“Everything ok now?” Gabriella asked, looking from one friend to the other.
“It was better before you two showed up,” Chad muttered.
“Yeah, well, it’s almost time for the crowning of the king and queen,” Taylor stated. “So why don’t you go upstairs and join the guys while we help Sharpay find a new dress to wear.”
Instead of going upstairs, Chad waited out in the hall for the girls. He waited for nearly ten minutes, but when the girls came out of the dressing room, Sharpay was dressed in a red flapper dress that he suspected was from the fall musical.
“You look great,” he told her as they followed Gabriella and Taylor back to the roof top garden.
“Thanks,” she smiled.
The rest of the walk to the roof top garden was quiet; but just before they started up the steps, she grabbed his arm and said, “Will you take me home after the queen and king are announced?”
“Uh huh, sure,” he nodded.
“Alright, I just have to talk to somebody real quickly, go find our friends and I’ll find you,” she instructed before walking away.
Chad shook his head then headed over to where Troy and the others were standing.
“Don’t tell me you two already broke up again,” his best friend teased.
“She had to go talk to someone,” Chad shrugged.
“Alright, alright,” Ms. Darbus said into the microphone. “Will everyone please gather around the dance floor, with Prom court members joining me up front?”
“That’s us,” Gabriella smiled at Chad and Troy. “Where’s Sharpay?”
“Right here,” Sharpay said, appearing at Chad’s side.
The foursome walked up to join Ms. Darbus and four other seniors who were nominated.
“Alright, Wildcats, are you ready to find out who your queen and king are?” Ms. Darbus asked. She waved an envelope in the air before opening it. “The Prom 2009 King and Queen are Troy Bolton and Gabriella Montez.”
Chad and Sharpay congratulated Troy and Gabriella before walking off the dance floor so the newly crowned king and queen could have their dance.
“Let’s go,” Sharpay whispered in Chad’s ear.
“Alright,” Chad said.
They slipped away from the crowd unnoticed and left the prom.
“We need to go get my dress from the dressing room,” Sharpay told him. “It’ll only take a second.”
“Do you want me to get my car and meet you?” Chad asked.
“No, come with me,” she said. “It’s too creepy by myself.”
“Afraid the boogie man is going to jump out of a locker?” Chad teased.
“If you’re going to be mean, I’ll tell Dustin and Ashley that you’ll take them home and go home in my limo,” Sharpay stated.
“Wait, do you mean you brought Dustin to the prom?” Chad asked.
“You came with a sophomore too,” Sharpay stated. “Besides, I only brought him with the intent of ruining your date and obviously, it worked.”
“You know, if you hadn’t -”
“Shh,” Sharpay pressed her fingers against his lips. “Shut up and stay quiet, ok?”
She led him down the hallway to the auditorium and into her dressing room. She closed the door behind them and locked it.
“Aren’t you going to turn the light on?”
“I thought I told you to be quiet.”
“I -”
She pressed her finger to his lips before pushing him backwards onto the couch. She kicked off her black heels then sat down on his lap facing him. Her manicured fingers found their way to his curly locks while her mouth met his.
When she felt his hands working the zipper on her dress, Sharpay pulled away and shook her finger at him. “You’re not allowed to do anything but sit there and look pretty,” she informed him. She pressed her finger to his lips when he opened his mouth to talk. “No talking.”
Pushing against his chest, she stood up and went to the middle of the room. She turned his back towards him and swayed her body as she unzipped the red flapper dress. Then she slid the straps down her arms and let the dress fall to the floor, leaving her in only her pink thong.
Turning around, she ordered him to stand up and strip.
“But you told me to just sit here and look pretty,” he smirked.
“I also told you not to talk. Now stand up.”
Chad obeyed and grinned as she started to undress him. A low moan escaped his lips as she ran her hand over the fly of his dress pants-making them feel even tighter.
She took her time sliding the zipper down on his pants and an even longer time pushing his hands down his legs. She undressed him until he was standing before her in a pair of black boxer briefs with his white dress shirt unbuttoned.
Standing face to face, she kissed his lips then smiled before she scrapped her nails down his chest, leaving red marks.
“Fuck, Sharpay,” he cried as his chest burned.
“Shh,” she hissed as she drew circles around his nipples with her finger nails. “Or I’ll do it again.”
She guided her hands down his torso, stopping just above the waistband of his boxers. She could see the obvious affect she was having on him and smiled as she ran her hand over his growing member.
He could feel her breath on his skin as she kneeled on the ground in front of him and it took all his strength to keep from taking control of the situation and taking her right there. Her hands felt cool against his searing skin as she slid her hands until the waistband and pulled his boxers down, freeing his stiff manhood.
She felt his body tremble as she raked her finger nails across the shaft of his manhood. Oh how she had missed him in the two weeks they hadn’t been together. She had dreamt of him constantly, fantasizing what it would be like when they finally were together again and as she slid him into her mouth, everything was just as she had imagined it would be.
His eyes closed and he placed his hand on the back of her head, wishing her beautiful wasn’t pulled into a stylish updo. He missed running his hands through her thick, luscious hair; missed the way it tickled his skin as she went down on him or laid around her like a mane when he went down on her. Prom was over for them, he knew that, so there was no reason for her hair to stay up in the funky style. He fumbled with her hair, trying to free it, and almost cried out when she removed him from her mouth.
Standing up, Sharpay pulled the clip from her hair, letting it cascade down her back. She smiled at Chad then slid her thong down her slender legs. She pushed him backwards onto the couch then sat down on his lap, facing him. Their mouths met as she slid her body down on his manhood.
She rode him until they had both come then climbed off of him as they caught their breath.
“Well aren’t you going to say something?” She asked, laying her legs across his lap.
“You told me not to talk,” he replied.
“You can talk now,” she stated.
“But I don’t have anything to say.”
She started to get up in a huff, but he grabbed her arm and pulled her back to the couch. “Sharpay, I really missed you,” he said. “I meant what I said earlier, I love you.” A naughty smirk crossed his face. “But if getting in a fight means we get to have great make up sex then- ow!” He cried when she scratched him. “Why did you do that? You said I could talk.”
“I changed my mind,” she grinned. “Now get dressed and take me home.”
“I just poured my heart out to you and now you want me to take you home?” He asked. “Shouldn’t you be like fawning over me and stuff?”
“I never said you had to leave when we got to my house,” she smirked. “Now get dressed.”
While he found his boxer briefs and pants, she put on his suit jacket then folded her dress over her arm.
The music from the prom was sitting blaring loudly as they made their way out to his dad’s car. Following her instructions, he gave Ashley’s clothes to the driver of the limo that Sharpay had arrived in with Dustin then climbed into the car.
Her house was dark when he pulled up in front of it a few minutes later. He followed her inside and up to her room. While she went to get something for them to drink, he opened up iTunes on her computer and set Ne-Yo’s song “Closer” on repeat.
When she returned to her bedroom, he took the bottom of sparkling cider from her and set it on her dresser. “I believe you owe me a dance, Princess Sharpay,” he said.
“I think that can be arranged, Prince Chad,” she grinned.
Wrapping his arms around her, he closed his eyes as their bodies swayed to the music. With the song on repeat, he didn’t know how long they danced for, all he knew (and cared about) was the fact that they belonged with each other.
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