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Post by Marco Ventura on Nov 6, 2007 21:41:35 GMT -5
Marco sat down in a chair in the chem lab, throwing his pristine black hair out of his face. This day was going moderately all right. Freshmen girls were ogling him left and right, but some things never change. Being an enigma, a new face, made him particularly appealing today. But there was only one thing that could make his day better, and that was seeing... her. That dolled-up pop tart he wanted as his own.
Marco pulled at his plaid dress shirt, giving a short brunette a brief flash of his chest. She was reeling in no time at all, but Marco didn't notice. Within seconds, he saw her. She was in his chemistry class.
Well of course, Marco thought with ease. I have exceptional luck.
"Sharpay Evans. Lovely to see you," Marco purred. He was pretty sure he heard one of the sophomores squeal behind him.
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Post by Sharpay Evans on Nov 6, 2007 21:52:56 GMT -5
Sharpay sat in the chemistry lab, completely bored. This was one class that she's not with Ryan. Oh well, she knows they had to spend some time apart to be able to miss each other anyway, but still, it's hard, especially since she never gets sick of seeing him even if they're living under one roof.
And it doesn't help that she was surrounded by mostly geeks and low-levelers either. She tapped her fingers impatiently on the table as she glanced at the clock. Where is that teacher? She just wanted to get this over with, so she can see her boyfriend once again.
When she heard a creepy voice behind her, she turned her head slowly, her eyes narrowing at him. The guy she had rejected for so many times, but still won't give up. Why did he have to come to East High, anyway, of all the other schools in Albuquerque? This guy is worse than Zeke, at least Zeke is nicer. But Marco Ventura never fails to give her the chills.
"Marco." she said through gritted teeth with her fake smile plastered on her face. Just my luck. She officially hates Chemistry class now.
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Post by Marco Ventura on Nov 6, 2007 21:56:49 GMT -5
Marco's day had changed for the better - now Sharpay was talking to him. He couldn't believe his amazing luck. But now wasn't the time to nerd out and be a moron. Now was the time to impress her with his suavity and good looks, as he'd felled many a lady with those.
"Sharpay, I cannot believe you're going to this school of losers and fiends," Marco murmured under his breath. "Isn't it about time you threw in your lot with someone who will..." Marco searched for the word. "Appreciate you?"
Marco stared, waiting, at Sharpay. He flipped his hair, for good measure. Only one girl had ever rejected the hair flip... and he was standing before her. But Marco was sure that Sharpay was ready to fall for him.
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Post by Sharpay Evans on Nov 6, 2007 22:01:23 GMT -5
Sharpay groaned, rolling her eyes as she watched this guy showing off the moves. She wanted to smack her forehead on the table, as time seemed to pass by even more slowly now. Come on teacher, where are you?!
"This has never been a school of losers and fiends, until you came along," she shook her head at him, tossing her hair over her shoulder. "And well, you know...it's kinda none of your business." She said coldly, turning her head away from him. She tapped her ballpen even more violently now to the table, it was as if it's going to break into two pieces anytime soon.
Please, leave me alone...please...
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Post by Marco Ventura on Nov 10, 2007 20:01:20 GMT -5
(Sorry bout the delay)
"Oh come on. You're only saying that because you've grown used to it," Marco noted. Duly, as he saw it - there was a pink-haired punk girl behind him boring a hole into the back of his head. What he wouldn't give to leave the gangster chick's sight. Or to bed her. THAT would shut her up.
"I mean, honestly, Sharpay. Why would someone so beautiful ignore someone so physically matched to her? You're just being stubborn," Marco tried to convince her. "Although that's one of your most attractive qualities."
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Post by Sharpay Evans on Nov 10, 2007 20:15:52 GMT -5
Sharpay groaned, shaking her head lightly. Give me more patience...please, give me more patience... She started taking deep breaths, trying to calm herself down. She need not flare up right now, it would only worsen the situation. She turned her head slowly to Marco, smirking.
"Thanks, but I know my attractive qualities already, you don't need to say that." She said, turning away from him again. "And about the physically matched thing...no, I don't think so. Why? Are you my twin?" She said in a joking way, although deep inside, she knows it's true. Ryan is the only one who can match her physically and everything else, since they're twins, and they're just really perfect for each other like that.
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Post by Marco Ventura on Nov 10, 2007 20:28:41 GMT -5
Twins? "Why would you think of us being twins?" Marco questioned. "Maybe you're just skewed. I mean, having that rainbow-loving gaylord as a brother... I can't believe you put up with it, Sharpay. That's why you need me. You need a man who isn't effeminate."
Yes, the words were harsh, but Marco said them with such a suave air that he was certain that she'd overlook the rougher edges of political incorrectness. It worked for Sacha Baron Cohen.
Of course, Marco also had a huge ego problem, so he thought he was just as good as Sacha Baron Cohen, if not better.
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Post by Sharpay Evans on Nov 10, 2007 20:59:26 GMT -5
Sharpay could feel herself again losing her patience, the one she was tightly holding on to at that moment, when he once again questioned Ryan's sexuality. She would have reacted calmly if it was another person, but that one thing coming out of Marco's mouth, the one person she loathes so much, it almost made her leap up and punch him. Yes, punch him, not slap him. Punch him.
Her grip on her pink ballpen tightened, her knuckles slowly turning white. She took another deep breath, keeping her face turned to the blackboard. "You know Marco, that's why you'll never get me. You can't even learn to like my brother. Really, I mean, I thought you're a ladies' man?" She smirked at him, before she continued mocking him, "You should know that. You should know that it's easier to get the girl if you get along with her family. Not that it would happen, anyway." She shrugged her shoulders, shaking her head. "Oh, and a real man can wear pink and pull it off. Let's see if you can do that." She raised an eyebrow at him, still smirking in a mocking way.
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