Sharpay removes her sunglasses slowly, savoring the power.
Oh, I know. That’s what makes this so interesting.
She gestures to the empty chaise beside her. Gabriella doesn’t sit.
Gabriella. How delightful you could squeeze me in between… towel folding. high school musical 2-gabriella and sharpay fight script
(muttering) Summer’s not over yet.
(CONT'D) So here’s the feature: step back. Let him shine. Or watch him realize—when it’s too late—that you were the weight dragging him down.
(CONT'D) You’re a smart girl. So let’s not pretend. You and Troy Bolton—that little summer romance —cute. But fall is coming. College scouts. Callbacks. And I own every stage from here to the East Coast. Sharpay removes her sunglasses slowly, savoring the power
Sharpay leans forward, voice dropping to a conspiratorial purr.
GABRIELLA MONTEZ (17, warm but guarded, in her staff uniform) approaches, holding a tray of towels.
(calling out) Where are you going?
Gabriella picks up her tray. Turns to leave.
Gabriella sets the towel tray down. Her voice is calm—deadly calm.