or in which sharpay goes to dinner at the salvatores
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"let go of the illusion that it could have been any different"
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SHARPAY EVANS HATED HER HIGH SCHOOL DAYS WITH A BURNING passion. For most people the reason behind hating their teenage years was usually something trivial like the way they looked or toxic friends, shit like that. Sharpay's reason was different, her high school years showcased her being weak, and not just weak physically but weak in every aspect. She followed around a boy that she had convinced herself to the moon and back that he was her mate, she hung on his every word and went through extensive attempts to make him hers (although he was also to blame not giving her a clear answer, not declining her attempts and instead welcoming it when it suited him.)

He had even convinced her to 'change her ways' and see 'the good inside her' at the time she complied not wanting to ruin her image even farther. Of course the Sharpay now couldn't even care what the world thought of her, she was untouchable in most parts of the world cause despite what the saying says, money can buy happiness and turns out it can buy law enforcement too.

Mystic Falls hadn't seemed to get the memo yet, or more specifically Elena and her little squad hadn't seemed to get the memo yet. Sharpay would entertain them for now.

Ah, it seemed we got sidetracked. Where were we- yes high school, the main cause of her nightmares. Well she was back, although it was a better this time being the teacher, being the one to hold power. She was assigned as a drama teacher (at least something came out of her performing arts degree) and as soon as she got the job she mentally promised herself she would not be like her high school drama teacher who chose people that looked better together (She and Ryan deserved those roles)

Although after hearing wrong note after wrong note, she was considering pulling a Ms. Darbus and assigning the main roles to the best looking students. Much to her relief a familiar face walked through the doors "Caroline, baby! Thank god! Please tell me your auditioning!" She yells in absolute joy not giving two shits about the offended faces the other teens were sporting. The younger blonde managed a nod but her cheeks burned from the attention she was given.

Perhaps the Caroline Forbes before all this supernatural thing would have basked in the attention of others, she would have placed her bright smile on her painted lips and stared those teen in the eyes, daring them to push off her high pedestal. But attention is what had got her into this mess in the first place, attention was what got her involved with Damon, attention had caused her best friends to shy away from her because 'she was too much' and eventually her love of attention had got her killed.

So it was perfectly understandable that she hunched her shoulders as she walked towards the stage and attempted to hide into herself, it was understandable that she kept her eyes on the floorboards when she sang (ignoring the elder blondes murmurings of disapproval)

If it were anyone else Sharpay would have scolded them about their stage etiquette but because it was Caroline (and because she was desperate) she simply gave her a large smile hitting her palms against each other gently (Sharpay Evans didn't clap for anyone else but herself no one else deserved the reddening of her palms) and sent her protege an exaggerated wink, mentally telling her the part was hers.

Sadly her good mood came crashing down abruptly when a familiar gut wrenching voice filtered through the auditorium "Is this where the auditions are?" Sharpay's eyes narrowed into dangerous slits, her hands twitching as they tried to resist the desire of wrangling their fingers around her slender neck. "I'm sorry, Elena but I've got my whole cast ready."

The brunette raised a sceptical eyebrow as she gave the room a quick sweep, her lips curling into a coy smirk as she gave the elder a taunting look through her unfairly long eyelashes "But I've been here the whole time Ms. Evans and I know for a fact that you're missing your second female lead."

The elder blonde scowled, much to her disappointment Elena was right. She didn't have a second female lead and the teens here did not posses even an ounce of the breath support needed for this role. But Sharpay Evans was stubborn and despised losing which is why she turned to the brunette and said "Bonnie auditioned privately she's getting the part."

"Bonnie?"

"Of course! Her falsetto is unmatched." Sharpay chirped, the blonde had only heard the black girl sing once before, but now that she thought of it Bonnie would be perfect and if she agreed it would stop the demon spawn known as Elena ruining her hard work. And besides Bonnie did really obtain an unmatchable falsetto.

Which is what led to her strutting through the small hallways is search of said girl. Her lips curved up in a giddy smile upon catching the noirette, in a swift motion she gripped the youngers arm and led her into her classroom.
"Bonnie! You've won the chance to give me a favour."

In any other instance, the younger witch would have been nervous, the look the elder was sporting was something short of ravenous and if that wasn't frightening enough she could literally feel the power radiating out of the blonde and it made her insides uneasy. However she knew despite Sharpay's family history and her astronomical magic energy, the blonde was actually harmless (if you were in her good books.)

So the younger simply sighed, adjusting her heavy backpack and fixing an annoyed smile on her lips "Are you trying to ask me for a favour?" She inquired only for the drama teacher to burst out in a fit of giggles as though the idea of her asking Bonnie a favour was the funniest thing she had ever heard.

"I don't ask for a favours, peasant. I gift the poor people opportunities, just like how I'm giving you the opportunity to feature in my play. You should be honoured."

It turns out Bonnie was not honoured and after staring at the stuck up adult for a minute or so, she walked towards the door. Bonnie's movement caused the blonde to released a panicked squeal (although Sharpay would never admit she was panicking) she waved her hand and in an instance several locks appeared on the door, successfully locking the duo in.

"Alright how about we have a little transposition? What do you want? Money? A makeover? Name it." She said hurriedly, her fingers already wiggling in preparation to apparate anything the younger witch wanted. Although as the younger witches lips curved into a satisfied smile, Sharpay had the faintest inkling that she may have been played.

"The boys want to have Elijah for dinner in a few days but he won't come unless your there. So how about this I'll take part in your play if you come to dinner at the Salvatore's."

I was definitely played.

Sharpay stood there mulling over the offer, she could cancel Kats and hers daily sex session for one night but would really be worth it? She shrugged placing a delicate hand in Bonnie's outstretched ones "Pleasure doing business with you darling. Rehearsals start tomorrow, check the notice board for more details."

It was only a dinner and besides Elijah was pretty hot.

NO MATTER HOW HOT ELIJAH WAS, SHARPAY WAS CERTAIN if he kept looking at her like she was a fucking art exhibit she would stab the fork into his eyes. Her original worry when entering the Salvatore residence (besides missing having amazing vampire sex with Kat) was Damon's quips and his overused sarcastic jokes but to her surprise the raven haired vampire had been polite all evening even offering her a smile as she walked through the threshold.

"I hate to break it to you, Damon, but according to Elijah, your family is so not a founder of this town" The redhead, Jenna she believed, piped up sending the vampire a smug smile while reaching for the wine. Sharpay snorted slightly at that muttering a small 'we been knew' under her breath before continuing to poke at her soggy vegetables (she missed her private chef.)

There is no sign Damon heard the blonde besides from his strained smile, the vampire simply raised his perfectly shaped eyebrows at the drunk human and hummed "Hmm, do tell"

Slowly Elijah draws his eyes away from Sharpay, instead focusing them on the younger vampire although his mind still seemed to be lingering on the witch as he voice came out robotically as though he was simply reading from a history book "Well, as I mentioned to Jenna earlier, a faction of settlers migrated from Salem after the witch trials in the 1690's. Over the next hundred years they developed this community where they could feel safe from persecution."

Sharpay rolled her eyes as Elijah began his long rant, she came for good food and to goggle at a hot vampire in a suit but instead she got peasant food and a hot stalker vampire in a suit. And she was not here for it, she wished she was back in her hotel room wrapped in her pure silk bed sheets as she watched a cheesy rom-com while eating fresh sushi. Or even better she would temporarily remove Bonnie's spell and allow Kat to come over, she wouldn't be watching anything but at least her sheets would get good use, god she could just imagine Kat-

"How about you, Sharpay? You're not from here are you? Where are you're ancestors from?" The blonde removed herself from her sexual fantasies by Jenna firing question after question at her. She shuffled slightly in her seat, sighing in annoyance. "My ancestors are from Europe." She supplied curtly, for once in her life not wanting the attention to be on her. Sharpay just wanted to go home!

Always the instigator, Damon hummed playfuly, picking up a wine glass and commenting breezily as though he didn't think of the next sentence as a way to get under her skin "Just Europe? C'mon Sharpie give us some detail." The blonde grit her teeth and her arms itched with the intention to snap the vampire's neck but since she was aware she was in company she simply downed a glass of wine.

"Fine. I don't know much about my family before Carabosse in 1921. Basically great aunt Carabosse was said to be a fairy. The king and his wife in kingdom were having trouble reproducing so my great Aunt being the absolute kind hearted doll she was, blessed them with a child. But the ungrateful hoes didn't even invite her to the christening, so great Aunty Carabosse is like what the fuck and she shows up pretty pissed. The king blames the ceromany adviser and great Aunty Carabosse gleefully tears his wig off and beats him with her staff, before placing a curse upon the baby princess as revenge: 'Aurora will indeed grow up to be a beautiful, healthy, delightful young lady, but on her sixteenth birthday she will prick her finger on a Spindle and die.' It didn't turn out like that, because people won't mind their own fucking business. And Aunt Carabosse lives out her life pretty fucking mad at everything, a lot of people die and blah blah- Oh and she is no longer a fairy because she's too fucking evil and she's now a witch even though their power sources are totally different."

The table is stunned into silence at the blondes long tale and even Jenna seemed to have shut up despite that alcohol in her system. Elijah is still staring at her only more intensely and Damon looks slightly intrigued. The silence finally broken by Damon's compelled girlfriend, Andrea or something? Sharpay couldn't honestly care less.

"Isn't that just the story of Maleficent?"

Sharpay snapped. Anger curled hot and unstoppable in her gut, like a blazing inferno that wanted to burn her from the inside out. "No, it fucking isn't. Where the fuck did I even mention Malifecent, Randi?"

"It's Andie-"

"I don't fucking care Sandy. I didn't give up a perfectly good night in, to eat shitty food with shitty people and share my family history out of my good heart just for you to dismiss it because it sounds like a fucking Disney movie."
Sharpay ranted, her eyes narrowed and her teeth clenched together. It attempt to diffuse the situation Damon whistled, quickly placing a charming smile on his lips "Does anyone care for some cognac? I have a bottle I've been saving for ages."

As though he had hit a play button, the bustle begins again Jenna and Andie excuse themselves to the kitchen and Damon, Alaric and John state something about going to the study. Sharpay seemingly having enough for the night reaches for the fur coat that hung from behind her chair, already intending to leave this wretched place, only to be stopped by a strong grip. She let out a growl of annoyance turning to the culprit "Listen here, Mr. Suit. I'm in a really bad mood right now, so if you know what's good for you you're going to let me go home, so I can get my guts rearranged by my fuck buddy."

The vampire didn't seem phased and even let an amused chuckle pass his lips "Ms. Evans, I believe it's in your best interest to find out about your soulmate."

"Oh fuck off!"

DESPITE THE FACT THAT ELIJAH HAD ONLY MET Sharpay for the first time a few weeks ago, her very existence had become known to him even before they had been subjected to the curse of eternal life. He could faintly remember his mother begging Klaus to hide the opaque wolf shaped 'birthmark' before their father found out (back then the idea of soulmates was only subjected to werewolves, for klaus to have one suggested he was one)

Niklaus soon deducted it was a soulmate mark when he visited a witch in the 1700's, inquiring about how his dreams had been plagued by a beautiful blonde girl in questionable clothing. Then his soulmate became added to his list of obsessions (joining breaking his curse and his strange obsession with impaling his siblings) , every morning Elijah would be told another fact Niklaus had gathered from his dream, all the walls in their houses were filled with paintings of her and everything Klaus did was in his words 'so that when he met his soulmate, everything would be perfect'

And so knowing about her for so long, Elijah couldn't lie and say he wasn't the teeniest tiniest bit excited to meet her and to talk to her properly. By now, in his mind Sharpay was family and he planned to look after her even when he had killed her soulmate.

However what he hadn't planned was her stubborn and slightly off putting nature. Sharpay had tossed herself on to the Salvatore couch while Elijah stood across from her, her heavily painted lips twisted into an agitated scowl and her fierce and impious blue eyes narrowed at him.

"Look Elijah what you're saying sounds like bullshit to me, let's say I actually do have a soulmate which is highly improbable because only 5% of the supernatural community have soulmates and out of that only 1% is not between werewolves, what you're saying is that you want to kill my soulmate because he's some sort of psychopath and have you follow me around like some sort of bodyguard because you 'care'"

He sighed through his nose, placing his hands in his pockets and heaving his shoulders "I beg to differ, my words are far from.. bullshit. I do truly care for you and if you would accept it, I would like to protect you from the dangerous-"

The blonde female sat up, rolling her eyes as she cut off the original "Okay let's say this isn't bullshit, why should I agree when you say you want to kill my literal other half. Isn't that like dangerous to my health or something?"

The original perked up slightly happy that he may finally be getting somewhere "That shouldn't be an issue since you and your soulmate have yet to" He pauses slightly, the faintest blush dusting the tips of his ears ".. bond. You shouldn't feel a thing, and from my research-"

"You've been stalking me?"

The brown haired simply brushed off the witches outburst and continued speaking as though he hadn't offhandedly admitted to stalking his brothers soulmate "You don't wish to have a soulmate, in fact, you don't wish for anything long-term. Your social media profile states, you only wish to have..fun.. and nothing more.Do you, Ms. Evans accept my proposal?"

A heavy silence settled over them, thicker then the uneasy tension in the atmosphere. For the first time since he had become a vampire, Elijah Mikealson was nervous. He really did truly care for her, and he set up this strange fantasy in his mind. Where the two would get a little house somewhere, perhaps in Europe. And he would look after her, and fight off possible suitors, go shopping for suits, drink wine and all the things he wasn't truly able to do with Rebekah.

"Fine." Sharpay croaked out, her lips curving out into a small smile. All Sharpay wanted in life was someone who would give her their undying attention but without the messy bits and perhaps what Elijah was offering would finally end her craving. She stalked up to the original (who despite looking calm on the outside, was silently jumping in joy.) and handed him a card with her number "But it's really late now, so how about you show me how much you care tomorrow. There's this little French cafe near my hotel- totes adorable, we can talk more then."

With concealed eagerness, Elijah grabbed the card and tucked it into his suit pocket. "Since I do care, I'll see you tomorrow Ms. Evans."

"5pm Mr. Sexy suit, don't be late."

"Wouldn't dream of it, Ms. Evans"

SHARPAY HAD HER LEGS CROSSED AND WAS TAPPING HER STUART WEITZMAN HEELS on the coffee shop table, her hair even neater than usual and her dress was new, with a bitter scowl she dropped her latte. The waitress, the poor thing was a uni student at most and terrified with Sharpay's behaviour, approached the table and placed the ordered croissant hesitantly "W-will that be all, Miss?" She questioned, cowering when the blonde settled her icy blues orbs on her.

Sharpay gazed at the waitress before adverting her gaze to the F. P Journe that sat on her wrist, it's large hand indicating that she had been sitting here for almost three hours. Her irritation grew, and deep inside her subconscious she felt hurt, her consciousness scolding her for ever hoping she would be able to obtain something close to a friend.

Eventually she returned her gaze to the waitress, giving her dismissive wave of her hand "Take this to go, please." The uni student nodded feverishly, taking the plate and all but running to the kitchen. Sharpay sighed reaching inside her bag to touch up her lipstick, despite the minuscule amount of pain she suffered from, she couldn't let it bother her. Nothing that occurred her would change her view on men.

All men do is lie. And it was stupid for her to believe Elijah was any different.

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HAMEEEDA SAYS
[so first of all, I don't know about you but Elijah kinda gave me low-key baby vibes this chapter. also Sharpay just wanted a friend (poor bby) and the mystic falls gang once again ruined everything.

On another note, i made a playlist for Sharpay and I was wondering if y'all would like to listen to it, if yes I'll drop the link in the comments.

I also started the chloe ting hourglass challenge today, because I'm tired of looking in the mirror and cringing, and my whole body is legit screaming. i never want to hear the word planks again.

hope you have a nice day, make sure to eat and to remind yourself how beautiful you are! don't forget to sign petitions and donate.

love you babies 🥺💕]