Student Seduction
Disclaimer: I do not own anything High School Musical.
Chapter 1: Game On.
"Oh my gosh, Gabi have you seen the new English teacher?" My best friend Taylor asked me.
"No, but I've heard he's hot and fresh out of college." I replied taking a sip of my water.
"GABI, TAY, there you are. I've been looking for you two everywhere." My other best friend Sharpay said.
"We've been in here Shar, its lunch time." Taylor said coolly.
"Oh shut it Tay, anyway that new English teacher is delicious!" Sharpay screeched.
"So I've heard." I replied smugly.
"He is. If he was our age, man I'd be all over him." Sharpay said.
"Who says you can't?" I said.
"Oh please Gabi, now you know not all of us can get older men to fall for us." Taylor said as Sharpay nodded in agreement.
"But this one is completely off limits. He's married." Sharpay said.
"That doesn't mean a single thing. Men cheat all the time." I said smirking.
"Gabi, you can't get this one. You just can't." Taylor said to me.
"Are you trying to put your money where your mouth is?" I asked smugly.
"Yeah, you'll be out five hundred bucks. Rules you have one month to get this guy to kiss you, and he has to kiss you." Taylor said shaking my hand.
"A month for just a little kiss that's easy." I said
We both then turned to Shar. "Are you in our out Blondie?" I asked
"Um, well you see. I'm going to wait it out until the deadline." Sharpay said.
"Okay, that's fair you have until tomorrow 12:32 p.m." I said.
Just then the bell rang.
"Off to English ladies. Shall we go?" I asked standing up.
"We shall." They replied as we walked through the halls.
That's when I saw him he was beyond gorgeous, just by looking at him I could tell I was going to have fun with this one. We filed into the classroom, with me taking the middle front seat Sharpay and Taylor on my left and right. The bell rang and the gorgeous Adonis began to speak.
"Alright guys. I'm Mr. Bolton and I'll be taking over for Mrs. Farwell. I'm a firm believer in being opened with my students so let me tell you all a little about myself. I'm 22 years old I graduated from Duke this past year. I'm married to my beautiful wife for a year. I'll be taking over the basketball coach position. That's about it. Now Mrs. Farwell said there are three students known as the terrible trio or the terrific trio depending on the day. So can I have Gabriella Montez, Sharpay Evans, and Taylor McKessie please stand." Mr. Bolton asked.
We all glanced at each other and we stood one by one. "Okay the three wise ladies that sat up front, now who is who?"
"I'll tell you teach." Mitchell said as he strolled to the front. "Alright, so the Barbie on the left is Taylor. Barbie on the right is Sharpay. And the little hottie in the middle is Gabriella. Hey baby how you doing?"
"Thanks, um. I didn't catch your name." Mr. Bolton said.
"Mitchell." Mitchell replied as he came over to me. So when we going out Gabi?"
"Never." I replied.
"Still playing hard to get huh? Okay if that's how you want it, but mark my words Gabi. You will be my girlfriend." Mitchell said as he walked back to his seat.
"Moving on, so you three ladies helped Mrs. Farwell grade and Gabriella you had the highest grade in here so you help tutor?" Mr. Bolton asked.
"That's right." I said with a smile.
"So Mrs. Farwell said you three would be most willingly to help me, I assume that's correct as well?" He asked.
"Sure thing Mr. Bolton." Sharpay said.
"Alright, now we're going to learn more about everyone in here. Taylor care to start?" Mr. Bolton asked.
"Sure, I'm Taylor 18years old senior class vice president. I'm captain of the scholastic decathlon team. Gabi and Shar are my best friends. I'm an only child." Taylor said.
"Okay pretty cool. Smarty pants I see." Mr. Bolton said and he looked over at me.
"I'm Gabi, I'm 17years old. Senior class President, cheerleading captain, volleyball captain, Tay and Shar are my best friends. I have a twin brother and two older brothers and one younger brother and the cutest little yorkie named Louie. That's about it." I said.
"LIAR!" Coughed Mitchell.
"Would you like to tell my life story?" I asked.
"She left out her parents are insanely rich." Mitchell said.
"That isn't about me. That's my parents. Now I believe he asked about me." I said and all the guys laughed.
"Note, the little one is almost feisty." Mr. Bolton said and I whipped my head around and met his smirk.
"Sharpay Evans, I have a twin brother. Cheerleading co-captain, Gabi and Tay are my best friends I have a beautiful dog named Boi. I run the theater here at East High." Sharpay said.
"ICE QUEEN!" Jack called from the back.
"Patterson, shut it before I shut it for you." Sharpay screeched.
The introductions went on and class went on, we all got to know Mr. Bolton this year was going to be amazing.
"Any more questions anyone has to ask?" Mr. Bolton.
"Are you scared of anything?" Sara asked.
"Now, don't laugh, but I'm afraid of turtles one bite me when I was younger and they scared me ever since." Mr. Bolton said.
Shar, Tay and I all looked at each other and busted out in a laughing fit.
"HEY! C'mon guys I said don't laugh." Mr. Bolton whined pretending to be upset.
"We're not laughing at you." Taylor said while trying to control her laughter.
"When we were on vacation Gabi's brothers got attacked by turtles." Sharpay said.
"I know their pain." Mr. Bolton said.
"Poor Lucas and Marcus." Taylor said.
"Hey, they're the tough basketball boys who couldn't fight off turtles." I said.
Just then my idiot brothers waltzed in the door.
"GABI!" They shouted and rushed over to give me a hug.
"What are you two doing here; you're not supposed to be back for another week?" I asked.
"Cancun was no fun without our partner in crime." Lucas said and I smiled.
"Well if it isn't the terrible twos themselves." Mr. Bolton said.
"T Bolt!" The twins said in unison.
"You guys know each other?" I asked.
"We shared the same dorm room, back at Duke." Marcus said.
Things just got way more interesting. I'm so going to win this bet, and then some. I thought to myself. I turned towards Taylor and smirked. "Game on." This should be fun.