“If my parents found out about us, they’d go ballistic.”
secret relationship | status: accepting selectively
yeah, because he needed the reminder. how FUN it must have been for her, sneaking around with someone like him. so scandalous. god, she was so fucking frustrating. the second things were nice and GOOD between them she had to ruin it. it had been that way since they were both 16 years old. for years it had been all about her. her dreams, what she wanted, her family, her money. sharpay, sharpay, sharpay. she could never just stop and think about HIM. she never cared about the things he was passionate about. she never stopped to think about how her words would affect him. he was never very vocal about his feelings, but after all the time they’d been – well, them – she should have known. she just didn’t care. the only thing that mattered to her was the money. god forbid her parents ever found out about HIM and took away her beloved trust fund. if only he’d been troy or peyton – she probably would have gotten twice the money she already did. they were the kind of acceptable young men the evans’ expected their daughter to be with. chad was beneath them.
he pulled away from her, rolling off of the bed and moving towards their door. ❛ trust me, sharpay, i know. if only you’d stuck with peyton. then you wouldn’t have any problems. ❜ he leaned back against the door frame, arms crossing defiantly over his chest. ❛ or is this like a fun game for you ? see how long you can tip-toe around mommy and daddy with your play thing who is all kinds of wrong for you until you get bored and move on to someone better ? ‘cause i’m really curious. – you know what, actually, don’t answer that. i don’t want to know. ❜ he picked up his shirt they had discarded from the floor and tugged it back on, grabbing his wallet and car keys from the dresser before storming out of the room. he needed some space, because staying in that apartment with her in that moment was just going to make him feel like he was suffocating. drowning in his thoughts. why he wasn’t good enough. why other people would have been better. how he was inadequate. so. many. thoughts. so he left, slamming the front door behind him, heading out to his car. he didn’t even know where he was going to go. he was just going to get away from there.
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