Sumary Sequel to By Moonlight. Sharpay is determined to find out what secrets her brother has been keeping from her. Tryan Slash.

Disclaimer: As much as I wish I owned Disney, I don't. So I don't own High School Musical either.

Warning: This is Slash, which means hot boy on boy action, if you don't like it, don't read it.

Warning: It's horror, so there will be some deaths, but I promise that Troy, Ryan, Gabriella, Chad, Taylor, Jason, Kelsi, and Sharpay all survive.

Warning: There will be werewolves and other supernatural critters.

Author's Note: This part of the story is from Sharpay's point of view, so by necessity there won't be as much hot Tryan action. Part Three will be from Troy's point of view, so don't worry, it will be back.

Chapter 1

My name is Sharpay Marie Evans, and I have a secret too. Yes, I know that's how my brother started his narrative, and while I think it's too melodramatic, he insisted that I try to match his writing style. But, as he would say, I'm getting ahead of myself.

It was New Year's Eve 2007, and I was in a bitchy mood. My brother had broken up with the third most amazing guy at East High, and he wouldn't tell me why. I'd tried to get the answer out of Troy, but all he'd tell me was that Ryan "didn't think he deserved me."


Gabriella seemed to know more about what was going on then I did, which pissed me off all the more. I was the twin sister; I was supposed to know my brother better than anyone, not the Einsteinette.

She refused to give me the details, but at least she had a plan to get Ryan and Troy back together.

I was just lucky Ryan had agreed to go to Chad's party with me. When I woke him up that day I thought I might have had to follow through on my threat and have Zeke tie him up and cart him there naked.

The clock struck midnight, the big ball on TV dropped, and Zeke pulled me into a kiss. His lips tasted like cinnamon.

We stood there making out until a sound from above distracted me from his lips.

"What was that?"

"A kiss?"

I punched him in the arm. "Not that. The sound?"

It came again, a moan from upstairs.

He glanced at the ceiling and smirked. "Sounds like they made up."

I heard a gasp from behind me, and turned to find Chad, his eyes wide.

"Oh God, not on my bed. I'll have to burn the sheets."

Chad bolted for the stairs, leaving a trail of laughter in his wake.

A pounding came from upstairs, followed by a string of curses. "Guys, this isn't funny. Open the God damned door."

Taylor burst into laughter and I found myself smiling.

Chad's desperate plea of "Guys!" was followed by another moan, louder than the last.

"Guys! Not on my bed!"

"R… R… Ryan!"

Gabriella was blushing. I started giggling.

"No! Guys!"

"Yes! Yes! Ryan!"

Chad stormed down the stairs and glared at me. "Tell your brother he owes me a new bed."

Zeke wrapped his arms around me, embracing me from behind as I laughed.

After half an hour I heard the door upstairs swing open, and the reunited lovers came strolling down the stairs arm in arm.

Chad glared at them.

I glanced to my brother's hand. Troy's promise ring was back where it belonged, thank God. Gabriella's plan B had called for locking them in our basement and beating their heads with two by fours until they realized what was good for them.

I made my way over to them.

They didn't even see me approach; they were lost in each other's eyes.

I cleared my throat and Ryan turned to look at me, a stupid grin plastered on his face. Troy remained oblivious.

I rolled my eyes. "Chad says you owe him a new bed."

Ryan laughed. "He needs one. I was afraid that rickety old thing was going to collapse underneath us."

I laughed and returned to my Zekey-pooh.

The rest of Christmas break passed all too fast. Ryan spent all of his free time with Troy, and mother and father were in the Bahamas on yet another honeymoon. The house was mine, and mine alone. It felt good.

Zeke came over and baked me dinner every night and then we'd snuggle on the couch watching basketball and movies.

Ryan was there at times, of course, just to grab clothes most of the time. He did have Taylor over one afternoon though, to discuss what type of bed he should buy for Chad.

School started again the next Monday. Ryan and I spent Sunday night planning our outfits. It was the last first day of a term we'd ever have at East High, and we had to leave the freshmen something to remember.

He insisted on wearing the hat he'd worn to Chad's New Year's party. I tried to dissuade him, the navy blue fedora was cute and everything, but it seemed a little too somber for the first day of the semester. He was being stubborn though, and so we had to coordinate everything around it.

I selected a white dress shirt and light blue slacks for him, offset by navy blue shoes, belt, socks, and hat. I wore a pink dress, of course, with belt and pumps to match my brother's stupid hat.

My alarm went off at 6:00 AM on the dot. I did my morning exercises and took a shower. At 6:45 I stepped into the hall at the same moment as Ryan. I looked him mover with a critical eye.

"Fabulous as always, sis."

I smiled and tossed my hair with a well-rehearsed turn of my head. "I know."

We went downstairs for our morning protein shakes, and then to my car.

When we passed through the doors into the halls of East High all eyes turned and focused on us. Well they should have.

We stopped at our lockers to unload our books and proceeded to homeroom. Ryan and I both had homeroom with Ms. Darbus this semester, the semester before he had it with his dingbat of a math teacher.

I froze upon entering the room. "Something isn't right."

Ryan looked from me to the room.

When the bell rang and Ms. Darbus hadn't arrived, I knew I'd been right.

An elderly woman, who looked like she'd crawled out of the grave to be there, entered the room, leaning on a cane.

"Good morning class, I'm Mrs. Jewls."

"Where's Ms. Darbus?"

The woman glared at me. "I didn't call on you young lady. Please keep your voice down until after I call role."

As she made her way to the podium I turned to look at Ryan. There was a plastic grin etched on his face. I'd been about to whisper a question to him, but the words died in my throat when I saw his eyes; his eyes looked a million miles away.

"Ryan Evans?"


"Sharpay Evans?"

I looked from my twin to Mrs. Jewls. "Present."

I glanced around the room; there were two new boys sitting in the back. Great, more transfer students. I hoped they didn't intend to take my spot in the musical like that minx Gabriella.

"Joseph Johnson?"

One of the two raised his hand.

"Here, ma'am." He sounded… chipper as he said it. There was no other word for it. He had an east coast accent, Maryland maybe?

Mrs. Jewls continued going down the list.

The two boys were kind of cute. Not cuter than Zeke, of course, but attractive.

I waited for the strange teacher to get to the other boy's name.

"Jesse Stern?"

"Here." Less enthusiastic then the other, but he spoke with the same accent.

I nudged Ryan and pointed at them.

He looked the pair over, and then rolled his eyes. He'd been blind to all other men since he and Troy started dating. I just didn't get it. I mean sure, I was with Zeke and I loved him, but that didn't mean I couldn't take a few looks, did it?

The bell rang, and Mrs. Jewls dismissed us to our first period classes. To my disappointment neither Joseph nor Jesse was in my English class.

I didn't see either again until lunch, when I caught site of the two of them eating alone at a table on the far side of the cafeteria.

I considered offering to let them sit with us, but that's just not the sort of thing an ice princess does. I had a reputation to worry about.

I sat with Zeke, Ryan, Troy, Kelsi, and Jason.

Ryan and Kelsi were discussing the choreography for the upcoming musical, while the boys talked sports.

I have a dirty little secret of my own to confess to; I get sports. Worse, sometimes, I think I might even like them. I complained every time Zeke turned on a basketball game over vacation, I had an image to protect, but on the inside I was happy.

So, while I was looking at Ryan and Kelsi and nodding, I was paying attention to the sports talk.

"So do you think you'd be able to do that in heels, Sharpay?"

I blinked. Ryan was talking to me. Shit.

I had no idea what he was talking about, but I nodded. "Yeah, no problem."

He gave me a sly smile. "You weren't paying attention."

"What? Of course I was."

"Then what was I just talking about?"

Damn twin connection.

I had to think fast. "Fine. You caught me. I was wondering why Ms. Darbus wasn't in homeroom."

He stiffened. So did Kelsi.

The guys stopped talking. I glanced at them to find Troy and Jason looking uncomfortable.

Okay, something strange was definitely going on.

Mrs. Jewls was still there come last period.

I entered the room and took my seat, noticing as I did that the two new boys were already seated in the back of the room.

I saw Jesse look towards the door and gasp. I turned to see Troy and Ryan walking in, hand in hand.

I turned back to the new boys to find them both blushing. I sighed; of course, the cute ones are always gay.

"Take your seats please." I focused on Mrs. Jewls as she spoke.

Everyone took their seats, and faced the new teacher in silence.

"Good afternoon class, I'm Mrs. Jewls." She paused, she seemed to be awaiting a response, but none was forthcoming from the class.

"Yes, well. I'm certain you're all wondering where your old teacher, Ms. Darbus, is."

I glanced at Ryan as the teacher spoke. He had that same distant look in his eyes. As I watched Troy took my brother's hand and squeezed it. They knew something.

"Well I'm afraid it looks like she elected to terminate her employment. Principal Matsui didn't go into the details with me, I'm afraid, but I was called out of retirement to take over her duties until someone permanent can be hired."

What? Ms. Darbus quit? That wasn't like her. Theatre was her life. Had she gotten a role on Broadway or something?

"Now you may all know each other, but as I don't, we're going to around the room. Each of you will say your name, and then tell the class something funny about yourself."

My jaw dropped. Was she serious? That was so… first grade.

Everyone else in the room looked surprised and uncomfortable.

Mrs. Jewls pointed to the corner of the room where the new boys were seated. "You there, why don't you go first?"

I turned and eyed the boys, a predatory grin on my face.

"Uh… I'm Joey."

"And what's something funny about you, Joey?"

"Uh… I once tried out for So You Think You Can Dance?"

Great, a dancer, I could already see the previous year flashing before my eyes. Why couldn't untalented students ever transfer to East High?

Mrs. Jewls focused her attention on the other new boy.

"I'm Jesse, and… uh… the kids at my old school used to call me 'IQ' because of my good grades."

Even better, a dancer and a brain. It was like someone had split Gabriella into two gay guys.

The teacher worked her away around the room. I didn't pay attention to all the students; some were too boring to be worth listening to.

"I'm Troy, and I'm the only basketball captain in the history of East High to star in a school musical."

"I'm Chad, and I have the best hair in school. That's counting the girls."

I snorted. As if.

"I'm Zeke, and I like to bake."

"I'm Sharpay Evans, my favorite color is pink. I have a little dog named Rufus, and after college I'm going to take Hollywood and Broadway by storm."

"I'm Ryan. I'm related to her." He pointed at me.

The entire class laughed. I shot him a death glare.

"My name's Gabriella, and I once fainted while doing a solo in church."

I rolled my eyes. If only she was still that shy.

"Jason, I play basketball."

Mrs. Jewls looked like she was about to point out that that wasn't something funny, but the sincere look in Jason's eyes convincer her otherwise. "That's nice, dear. And you, young lady?"

"I'm Kelsi, I hit him a lot." To prove her point she cuffed Jason on the back of the head.

"Ow. What?"

Mrs. Jewls snickered and looked to the last student.

"My name is Taylor McKessie, I'm president of the Chemistry Club, and this year I'm hoping to combine fluorine, uranium, carbon, and potassium."

Gabriella snickered. Must've been some geek joke.

Mrs. Jewls rolled her eyes. "Very amusing, Ms. McKessie. It might interest you to know that I minored in chemistry. I'll be seeing you after school for detention."

"Now then. For your first assignment I am going to divide you into teams. Each team will select a short scene from the collected works of William Shakespeare and perform it for the class on Friday."

Mrs. Jewls pulled up the attendance sheet and began writing. "Jason, you'll be with Sabra, Troy and Joey, Chad and Ryan, Zeke and Gabriella, Kelsi and Ms. McKessie, and Jesse and Sharpay."

Ugh. My Zekey-pooh partnered with the Einsteinette.

"Get with your partners. This is the only time you'll have in class to prepare."

I checked my nails while waiting for the new boy to make his way to me. I don't give up my seat for anybody.

He cleared his throat.

I glanced up to see him standing above my desk. "Hi. I'm Jesse."

"Yeah, I heard." I motioned for him to sit in the now vacant desk in front of me.

"So… uh… what do you… uh… think we should do?"

I smiled at him. His eyes went wide and he backed away.

"The death scene from Romeo and Juliet."

"Uh… yeah… that sounds… okay."

"Are you always this nervous?"

He blinked. "Uh… yes. I mean… no. No."

"Because this is going to look horrible if you stutter through the entire scene like that."

He blushed and looked away.

I followed his gaze, right at the other new boy.

"Don't worry. Troy's not going to steal your boyfriend."

He swallowed and looked at me. "What? No… we're not…"

"Uh huh, whatever."

I pulled a copy of the play from my pink backpack and flipped to the end.

I handed it to him. "Here, you can borrow my copy. I have it memorized."

He took it. "Really. We're not…"

"Look. I don't really care. Stay in your closet it you want to. You have the first line." I tapped the book in front of him.

"Wait… I'm not Romeo?"

I laughed. "Of course not, he's already dead by this point. You're the friar."

He started to read, his voice flat. "Romeo! Alack, alack, what blood is this, which…"