Beat up (Shar, Ry, and Bebe)(16+)

[Sharpay Evans]

Sharpay looked at Ryan abruptly when he mentioned Marco so suddenly, giving him a quizzical look. It was true Marco was wearing a plaid shirt on the first day of school, and a lot of times actually, but she personally didn't think even Marco Ventura would go as far as this to hurt someone. Surely he isn't that evil, right? But as Bebe spoke, Sharpay turned her eyes towards her and watched carefully at how her expressions changed.

She suddenly felt her stomach twisting into a knot as she watched Bebe, she looked like she was trying to recall something...and after a while her expression changed to a really horrified one, which made Sharpay's heartbeat start to race. It can't be...no, he can't do that...he's not that evil...

"He stabbed me."

Sharpay was certain that all the color had drained from her face the moment Bebe spoke those words, confirming the suspicion. She suddenly felt dizzy, and in panic she jumped and dashed towards Ryan, wrapping her arms around him for support as she started to shake. The thought just scared her to death...if Marco Ventura can hurt someone who hasn't even done anything to him but just threatened him once in homeroom, then what more to the girl who had rejected him for a lot of times already.

"A-are you s-sure?" She managed to stutter out, she was slowly losing her voice. She held on tightly to Ryan, the thought of looking too suspicious to Bebe was not even in her mind at the moment.

[Bebe Tenko]

Bebe could tell that Sharpay was freaking out. The way she clutched her brother was all the proof she needed. Sharpay wasn't like Bebe - she wasn't raised in a home where stabbings and shootings and money laundering and all that jazz was unfortunate but normal. Of course, most of the time these things happened to males of the Tenko family, not the females. They were usually off flower arranging or taking kickboxing.

Bebe strained herself to remember more, but as soon as the flash of red blood hit her forehead - forehead? Bebe wiped her forehead and looked at her hand. Dried blood rubbed into her palm.

"...I... I'm pretty... pretty sure," Bebe said shakily, leaning forward, desperately trying to remember more. There were only flashes of red, jolts of pain, and Marco's cold, lifeless face swimming in her overloaded brain.

She sighed. "...Ryan... Miss Sharpay... I... I really have... please believe me! There's... I just don't..."

And Bebe fainted, falling slowly, backwards, onto the couch.

((Sorry for the cliched ending, couldn't think of a better way to do that.))