Disclaimer: I own nothing affiliated to High School Musical. All that is written is purely fictitious.

Summary: Gabriella and Troy Bolton, a happily married couple in Tucson, teach together at the local high school. In one solid year, they have grown to be the most likable teachers in town. Christopher Jones, a junior who has been transferred to Gabriella's class, soon takes an inappropriate liking to Gabriella. Causing nothing but destruction in her life, he soon becomes a threat to the couple and their lives.

The Seduction of Christopher Jones

Chapter One

"The red one? No. Maybe the black? Too depressing. Blue, maybe?"

26-year-old Gabriella Bolton held up the blue skirt to her waist, checking her curvy body out in the full length mirror of her bedroom. She pursed her lips and shook her head, sighing heavily with frustration at the fact that she couldn't find a single thing to wear for work that day.

She was on her way to her second year teaching eleventh grade history at Marana High School in Tucson, Arizona. Throughout the summer though, things had changed a bit in her life. Her black hair grew a bit longer past her chest. She had gotten more tan, thanks to the beach. She had finally felt settled in her new house. And, she had celebrated her two year anniversary with her husband.

Her life was good, no doubt about it. She loved her job. When she was in high school with her husband, as high school sweethearts, she was a star pupil. She always wanted to be a teacher. She wanted to learn more while working at a career. So, after graduating from East High School in Albuquerque, she followed him to the University of Arizona where he played basketball for the Redhawks. Sadly, Troy torn his ACL and had to quit playing. Yet, he did follow to get his teaching degree at the same time. He taught gym and he was the basketball coach. Best of both worlds.

Now, two years later, things were good in their life. They had a beautiful two story house, amazing new friends in Tucson, and a happy marriage. Together, they felt like nothing could break them apart. They wouldn't dare let anything break them.

Gabriella came back out of her closet after putting the rejected clothes away. She looked at herself in the mirror, now wearing a pink paisley dress with black heels. She smiled at herself and nodded, feeling satisfied.

"Perfect. Now, for my hair."

Troy Bolton hummed the theme song for I Love Lucy as he fiddled around in the kitchen. He fixed up both coffee makers, one for pure black coffee and the other for a vanilla coffee. He had to make sure that his wife had her coffee made correctly. She hated pure black coffee. She always told him it was too bitter, even when he would reuse the same pot for her coffee. It made sense to have two coffee makers.

He rummaged in the refrigerator for sandwich meat and cheese as he prepared their lunches for that day. He separated the sandwiches for each lunch bag. For his blue lunch bag, he made himself a turkey sandwich with everything on it. For Gabriella's plaid lunch bag, he made her a simple peanut butter and banana sandwich. Then, it was time for the side choices.

He rifled through the fridge and cabinets again. He grabbed a yogurt, a water bottle, and an apple for his wife. He grabbed another yogurt, a water bottle, and a peach for his own bag. They were different, but then they were the same as a couple. It was exciting to be different, though. Throughout their entire relationship, from sophomore year in high school to now, he had tried so many different things. She had taught him how to ski when he was comfortable with snowboarding. He had taught her to surf when she was more comfortable with simply swimming. It was just plain exciting.

Gabriella took a few steps down the carpeted stairs, having fixed her hair up in a curly ponytail. She stopped mid step and smirked when she caught a look at her husband.

After all this time, she still found him incredibly sexy.

He was dressed in his finest today wearing a white button down with a blue tie, which she had given him for his last birthday, and a pair of snazzy black pants. His hair was perfectly fashioned in its fauxhawk. His tan from the beach a month ago still showed, making his body look even better than it normally did.

"I can feel your eyes on me," said Troy, smirking as he turned around. He gave his wife a once over and smirked wider. "Beautiful. How am I going to keep my hands off of you today?"

Gabriella giggled and walked into the kitchen, placing her bag on the island. "I should be saying that to you." She walked over to him and ran her hands over his chest, producing a groan from his body. "You just look handsome."

Troy placed his hands on her waist, squeezing them gently. "How did I get so lucky?"

"Oh, I believe it was when you crashed into me that day we met. I'm pretty sure I got a bruise on my shoulder the next morning," joked Gabriella.

Troy chuckled and rolled his eyes. "I apologized for that a million times. I'm still doing so today."

Gabriella smiled and kissed his lips sweetly, gripping his biceps. "Are you ready for today?"

"Which part? Showing teenagers how to run in gym class or coaching my team again?" asked Troy.

"Come on. It's not that bad," said Gabriella, walking away to get her coffee.

Troy watched her, leaning against the counter. He accepted the cup of coffee she gave him. "Of course not. Trust me, I love coaching my team. They're the best. Well, next to when I was a Wildcat." He chuckled. "I love gym class, too. I see new potential, you know? It just gets frustrating too easily. I teach the same thing."

"So, you don't love your job?" Gabriella looked at him questioningly.

Troy shook his head. "I do love my job. It's a dream job since what happened with the Redhawks. I am still involved with basketball." He sighed. "I don't know. I guess what I am saying is that the teenagers get too cocky and annoying sometimes."

Gabriella laughed heartily. "Troy Bolton, I believe you were one of those teenagers before."

"I was not cocky," he scoffed, sipping his coffee.

She placed a hand on her hip, gaping at him. "Excuse me? For the first five months of our relationship, I had to fight for your attention when it came to you talking about your basketball awards. You boasted up and down the hallway. I don't know how I stuck with you through all that."

"Didn't you threaten to leave me, though?"

She shrugged. "Yeah."

Troy nodded and smiled. "See? It knocked sense into me. I couldn't lose my girl."

"Aww," grinned Gabriella. "So, have you spoken to Chad and Taylor lately?" She poured herself a cup of vanilla coffee, basking in the scent.

Troy nodded and put his empty cup in the dishwasher. "Yeah. I called them yesterday while you were at the grocery store. Chad is ready for the new season."

"I'm so happy for him. He still gets to play for the Redhawks like he always wanted," said Gabriella. "And Taylor?"

"Sticking by him, though she doesn't know why. Jokingly, of course. She is hoping to get a level up at that law firm," he explained.

"She's interning, right?" asked Gabriella.

Troy nodded. "Yeah. What about Sharpay? When did you hear from her last?"

Gabriella shrugged and sighed, taking a long sip of her coffee. "The last time was about a week ago. She was preparing for a musical in New York. She thinks it will be her next step on Broadway."

"She'll make it. She's got Ryan at Broadway, right? Doesn't he choreograph most shows?" he asked.

Gabriella smiled and nodded. "Yeah." She paused. "It's so surreal that we all got what we wanted. It sucks to be apart, but we got here."

"Yeah, I know what you mean." He smiled at her. "I love my life. I love being married to you."

"Sweet talker," murmured Gabriella, smirking. She checked her watch. "Oh, boy. We're going to be late." She placed her cup in the dishwasher and grabbed her bag and lunch bag, following Troy out to the garage where their SUV sat.

Troy opened her door and kissed her before closing it, getting into the driver's seat. As he pulled out of the house, he held Gabriella's hand the entire ride there. It was a routine for them. Every morning, they would have coffee and talk. If they went somewhere together, he would kiss her before she got in the car. In the car, he would hold her hand the entire way.

They had the perfect life.

Marana High School, home of the Tigers, was only one story. However, there were almost a dozen sites on campus for the different subjects. There were different quads for the students, as well. A parking lot surrounded every building for students, teachers and visitors.

Troy and Gabriella parked by the Administration building, making their SUV beep as they locked it once they exited the vehicle. To abide with the PDA policy at the school, they reluctantly kept the touching to a minimum. It was torture for Troy, but he didn't want to risk his job.

A few teenage boys came up to Troy happily. "Coach!"

Troy smiled. "Hey, guys! Are you going to be there for tryouts this afternoon?"

"Hell yeah," said a blonde boy. He silently apologized for his cursing. "What play are you going to have us run for tryouts?"

Troy shrugged and patted his bag. "I don't know. I have to finish working on it today, but be prepared. Tryouts start at 4, so if you want to warm up before then, I would do so."

A tall boy with a bald head scoffed. "Please. You know you are going to put us on the team again. We're seniors, Coach! We're destined to dominate this team!"

"The team? We're going to dominate the season!" exclaimed a black haired boy.

Troy chuckled and rolled his eyes as he continued walking with Gabriella. "I told you they are cocky."

"And, I told you that you were just like them back in high school," said Gabriella, smirking. She waved at a few students from her junior class last year.

Troy held the door open for Gabriella as they walked into the building that led to the office and the staff room. They grinned as they greeted the secretary and a few more students.

"Hey!" Troy smiled at a fellow teacher.

McKenna Lewis was the ninth grade math teacher at the high school. With her freckled face, short blonde hair, and petite body, you would expect her to fit right in with the students considering she looked so young. However, being thirty years old, it'd be hard for her to legally pass for fifteen.

Ever since Gabriella and Troy started at the school, they had grown close to McKenna and her husband of three years, David. He was a defense lawyer, one of the best in town. He had won too many cases for anyone to count on one hand. They were happily in love, just like Troy and Gabriella.

"Hey, guys! Ready for this new school year?" asked McKenna, filling out a few papers on the receptionist desk. She sighed. "I want Christmas break."

Gabriella laughed lightly as she glanced at a few fliers for activities and events. "You have a long time to wait, McKenna. I just want the weekend."

"What do you have planned for the weekend?" she asked.

"We're just going to take a small trip to this bed and breakfast," said Troy. "We saw the brochure while at the beach last month, but we didn't have time to plan it. This is the only weekend we could get. You know, first of the week for school. Not much to do."

"I know what you mean," said McKenna. "It's different for me and David. You know, his job doesn't get too many vacations. Whenever there is an opportunity, we take it."

"As you should," agreed Gabriella.

Troy watched as the principal of the school, Louis Newberry, approached them with a boy who looked to be about sixteen years old. "Hey, sir."

"Hello."

He was a man of about fifty with a full head of gray hair, a stocky stature, and a stern face. Yet, he was always nice. You just had to find that nice bone to keep him nice.

"Gabriella, this is Christopher Jones. I'm sure you have heard of him," he said.

Gabriella nodded. "Yeah. Troy, wasn't he on the team last year?"

Troy nodded. "Yeah. Are you coming back to tryouts today, Christopher?"

Christopher nodded. "Yeah, definitely."

Christopher Jones was considered a very popular boy in school. With his black military cut, his dazzling green eyes, tan skin, and muscular body, all the girls wanted him. Rumors were that he was a major player. Other rumors suggested he had an aggressive streak. However, to both Troy and Gabriella, he seemed to be a good student. He was always nice to them and participated as often as possible.

"Anyway, he has been transferred to your history class."

Gabriella smiled at Christopher. "Well, I hope you can handle me. I can be pretty tough on my students."

"I think I can handle you just fine. I catch on quick," said Christopher, smiling back.

Mr. Newberry patted his shoulder. "I'll set you free now, Christopher. And, please remember the no PDA rule."

"Yeah, yeah." Christopher left the office quickly.

Gabriella looked at Troy once the principal left. "Well, I always love getting new students."

"I'd be careful, though." Troy eyed her warily.

"Why? I thought he was a good kid," she said.

Troy nodded. "He is. Just ask McKenna. Didn't you have him when he was a freshman?"

McKenna nodded. "Yeah. He participated really well, but sometimes he would get aggressive. One time his temper rose a bit when this boy stole this girl's attention that he was talking to. It was strange, but we managed to calm him down."

Gabriella shrugged. "I'm not worried. All the kids in my class are really nice and smart. He should be fine."

The bell soon rang, signaling the official beginning of the first day. Troy smiled at his wife and his friend, clapping his hands together.

"Time to get started."

McKenna waved goodbye before retreating to the ninth grade hall to begin her class. Gabriella walked with Troy down the hall, stopping at the gym. They were both lucky that the gym and her class were across the hall from each other.

"According to my schedule, I don't have a second period to teach. What about you?" asked Gabriella.

"Same here. I think that's for the health class," said Troy. He smirked secretively. "Secret rendezvous in my office?"

She giggled. "Troy, no PDA in school."

"Hey, as long as nobody comes in my office, we'll be fine. Don't you remember that we would sneak around in there a few times last year?"

Gabriella blushed, but nodded. "Yeah, yeah." She paused and smiled. "I'll meet you there."

He kissed her cheek and smiled. "I love you."

"I love you, too."