A/N: Ta dah! Welcome to my new story. I know I shouldn't have, and I promise I am not going to stop the other stories. I just couldn't help it. I fell in love with this idea. I really hope you guys like it too. Also italics are Gabriella's thoughts.
God I hate P.E! I'm a senior and I still have to do P.E., how stupid is that? At every other school in Boston they get a choice but no, not here. 'Fitness is important' they say. I do other exercise and it's not like I'm fat. What a waste of my time!
That was what Gabriella Montez was thinking a few minutes before her ordered life turned upside down. She was in the girls changing rooms at her school getting into the required P.E. uniform. And, yes, she hated it.
Gabriella was a very positive and organised person, but sport was her downfall. Somehow everything went wrong when she played sports and Gabriella was not good at dealing with things that went wrong. Everything else in her life went right, always. Each school morning Gabriella would do exactly the same routine, at school her timetable never changed from week to week neither did her after school commitments, she was friends with the same group of people she had known since the first day. The only time changes occurred were on weekends, but they were nothing big, only things like going out to dinner with her family or sleeping over at Taylor's house instead of Sharpay's. Everything was planned to perfection, and that was how Gabriella liked it.
Yet no matter how hard she tried each first period Monday and fifth period Thursday everything would be out of her control for an hour. These were the times she had P.E. It was the first period, of the first day of her second term as a senior. She hadn't even started the class yet but things were going wrong. One of her shoelaces had broken and her socks didn't match, she was the last girl in the changing room because she had to run back to her locker to get her top. As Gabriella leant down to tie her shoelace the clip holding her hair broke and it all came tumbling around her face. Shit. She couldn't play sport with her hair out, and it had been carefully positioned to cover a pimple on her forehead. She looked in her bag but didn't have any hair bands, only a rubber band. Sighing she tied her hair back messily.
As Gabriella passed the mirror on her way out, she caught sight of her reflection, it was scary. Her hair was really messy, and the pimple was very obvious. She almost stopped to try and fix it but then figured that it didn't matter. None of her friends were in this class and she was already so late.
She quickly walked out and saw her class sitting on the bleachers quietly listening to a teacher she didn't know, she could only see the back of his head. Why don't I recognise him? Is he new? And why is everyone paying such close attention? As Gabriella got closer she saw that it was quiet because the girls were staring at the new teacher and giggling every now and then and the boys seemed to be looking at the girls, to the teacher and back again in confusion. She finally reached the class.
"Sorry I'm late…" Gabriella heard her voice fade as the teacher turned to face her, that was the moment that changed everything. Oh my god, he is perfect! Perfect hair, perfect eyes, perfect smile and wow, that perfect body!
"Better late then never. Fitness is important."
"Absolutely" Gabriella murmured.
You must be Miss Montez?" He asked, checking his role.
"Gabriella." She replied softly.
"What?"
"My name is Gabriella." He smiled slightly at her.
"I can see that too. But I am required to call you Miss Montez."
There was small laughter through out the class and Gabriella swore to herself. This was one of the most expensive private schools around, teachers always had to call the students by their last names, she knew that.
"I'm Troy, but you should call me Mr Bolton, take a seat."
Gabriella quickly sat down in the front. Troy, what a beautiful name, I never noticed how nice it was before. She realised that Mr Bolton was talking and quickly stopped daydreaming; she didn't want to miss a word said in his perfect voice.
"Well, as I was saying, I grew up in Albuquerque and in my senior year I studied teaching part time. That way I would get my degree faster. I am actually only three years older then you guys. I'm sorry I wasn't here to teach you from the beginning of the year but your headmistress has been kind enough to let me come now. So I will be taking you for P.E. on Mondays and Thursdays and for Health on Wednesdays. Today we are just going to start with a friendly game of indoor soccer (A/N: the one with the round ball), please split into two teams."
Gabriella tore her eyes away from him as everyone started moving, it was as she looked around that she remembered how bad she looked. Almost all of the other girls in the class were wearing their shorts very short and had very small tops, the sleeves were rolled up in the 'cool' way and they had ballet like shoes on and white socks pulled to a bit below their knees. Gabriella looked down at herself, big baggy shorts and top, the sleeves almost reached her elbows, dirty sneakers with a broken shoelace and mismatching ankle socks. Not good. She considered trying to adjust her clothing but everyone had already seen her, any change now would just seem pathetic.
Then Gabriella realised she had bigger problems, as the rest of the class had split into two groups, and she was the only one left. Oh no, I look like such a loser, Mr Bolton is going to think I am the biggest dork ever, if he doesn't already.
"Gabriella, come on this team."
Gabriella quickly went to that team and smiled at her saviour, Daisy. A girl Gabriella didn't talk to often but knew because they had been partnered for an assignment the year before. Daisy was one of the girls with tight clothing and long socks, in fact her uniform didn't even look like a uniform any more but Gabriella was still grateful. I'm sorry for any mean thing I have ever said about her.
"Ok, I'm assuming you all know how to play, Isabelle and Rachel have kindly set up the goals," he smiled at the two girls and they giggled, Gabriella scowled, "so let's play!"
The next forty or so minutes were like torture to Gabriella, she had started off alright, playing soccer the way she always did, running wherever the ball went but never actually trying to get it. Her team mates knew she didn't want to play and so they didn't pass it to her, but after a while Mr Bolton made up a new rule, everyone on the team must touch the ball before a goal can be attempted. Gabriella thought that he might have noticed that she never got it because whenever she had looked over he seemed to be looking at her. And so Gabriella's worst nightmare began. She tried to play properly, she put all her effort into kicking, running, dodging, etc, but she was hopeless. She knew she looked like an idiot, she had even once managed to kick herself somehow, and she fell over at least six times. As the class ended Gabriella realised that she was all red and sweaty, she tried to breathe slowly because she wanted to talk to Mr Bolton but more then that, she didn't want to look stupid when she did.
She waited as he thanked another couple of 'helpful' girls for offering to pack up and they went off giggling. Mr Bolton walked over to the bleachers and picked up his folder, Gabriella followed him. As he turned back she was so close he almost walked into her. After a moment of surprise Mr Bolton stepped back while Gabriella blushed.
"Sorry, Miss Montez, did you want to ask me something?"
"Umm no, I just wanted to apologise again for being late this morning." She said the first thing that came into her head.
"It's fine, really, I was only here a moment earlier." He smiled at her, and Gabriella smiled back, and couldn't stop herself from continuing.
"So, you're from Albuquerque. I was born there." Why am I saying such boring things?
"Really, why did you move here?" he seemed genuinely interested.
"Well, I never knew my mother, she left my father just after I was born, but then my father died when I was eight. I lived with my god parents but they weren't very nice people and didn't want me. I had to stay there even though my aunt and uncle, on my mother's side, wanted me to live with them because that's what my father had in his will. They got divorced after a few years and I was left with only my godfather but he became depressed and got drunk all the time. My aunt managed to get me into an exam for a scholarship to this school and I got it! My aunt and uncle announced that they were moving from Albuquerque to Boston and asked if I could live with then and go to high school here. My godfather said he didn't care and so finally the courts said I could. I was so happy because my aunt and uncle are so much nicer then him and I love this school." Suddenly Gabriella realised she was talking without taking a breath. She quickly did. Oh god, why did I go on and on like that? He doesn't care. Ok let's see if I can come out of this looking mature.
"I'm sorry, I didn't mean to tell you my whole life story." Yes, he's smiling.
"That's alright. I'm sorry you had such a complicated childhood, I'm glad you're happy now." Wow, he feels sorry for me! He's sensitive. I should ask him something about himself.
"So how come you didn't start teaching here at the beginning of the year?"
"Well, I was offered this job but… I wanted to stay in Albuquerque, I changed my mind a bit later and, luckily for me, the offer was still here."
"Why did you change your mind?" Gabriella asked out of interest, but immediately wished she hadn't because Mr Bolton's face clouded with sadness.
"Circumstances changed." He said shortly, obviously not wanting to talk about it.
"Sorry." Gabriella looked at the ground. How stupid am I? Normal people don't tell someone they just met all about themselves. Mr Bolton seemed to snap out of his thoughts.
"Don't worry about that. It's good anyway, because now I get to teach here. I always wanted to be a P.E. teacher although everyone thought I would go on to play basketball."
"You play basketball?" Gabriella was keen to keep this friendly conversation going.
"Yep, my whole life. I'm going to be coaching some basketball teams here, the trials are next week, you should try out."
"Ok." Wait, what did I just agree to? I can't play basketball!
"Great! Shouldn't you be getting to your next class?"
"Huh?" Gabriella looked at the big clock. Shit! I'm almost ten minutes late for my next class, and I'm not changed yet. Mr Bolton was watching her face, amused.
"Yes, I have to go. Umm thanks for… the lesson." Gabriella turned and began to walk away when she heard Mr Bolton call after her.
"I'll see you in Heath class on Wednesday. We're doing sexual education."
Gabriella froze in her tracks and looked back but Mr Bolton was already walking the opposite way, towards the staff room. Oh my god! He is going to be teaching us about sex! I have to sit there and try to seem intelligent and mature while the hottest man alive is talking to me about having sex. I am going to die.
A/N: So did you like it? I'm sorry if bits of it don't make sense to some people. I have no idea how things actually work in Albuquerque, Boston or anywhere in U.S.A. Sorry if I made any stupid mistakes. Also I don't know how long it takes to become a teacher. If you know this, that would be helpful. And I was going to make Gabriella's school have a uniform, what kind of uniforms do they have? Any? Sorry, I'm Australian and have only ever been to France. Anyway please review and tell me what you think. Next chapter coming soon, honestly, coz I know what I want to do. xoxox