Summary: AU. Ever wonder how teachers lives are when they're not at school? Meet eight middle school teachers and see what they're life is about. All pairings are major. Troyella, Chaylor, Zekepay, Jelsi, maybe Jelsian triangle in later chapters. Short chapters. Quick updates.
Disclaimer: I do not own the characters or any part of High School Musical. Also, I do not own any movies, TV shows, songs, etc. mentioned in this fic.
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Three year, seventh grade reading teacher Gabriella Montez bit her bottom lip as she flipped through papers in a file folder at her home that night. She was sitting on her coach, leaning over as her phone began to ring.
"Hello?" She asked putting the phone to her ear.
"Hey. How's the 'day before school starts checking the plans you've made a week before' going?"
Gabriella rolled her eyes with a smile. "It's going fine. How's your night tonight Troy?"
"Pretty lame. I lost my remote control."
Gabriella laughed. "Nice going basketball boy."
"I thought you were going to stop calling me that."
She smiled amusedly to herself. "Why? It's your title."
There was a pause. "Okay. Why the hell is that my title?"
"When has it not?" She asked with a giggle.
"You are pure evil."
Gabriella's mouth became ajar with a smile. "You wish I was evil!"
"Sure."
Once again, Gabriella rolled her eyes with a smile.
Gabriella and Troy Bolton are best friends. They have been since the freshmen year of high school. Gabriella was a brainiac, and Troy was a jock. At the time, it didn't matter, and they both stuck by each other every year until this day. Through the good and bad, through the happy and sad, they were both their for each other. He was also a teacher at the middle school where she worked. He was in the same seventh grade section she was, a science teacher.
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Eighth grade, history teacher Zeke Baylor put his cell phone to his ear. He smiled a little when he heard her voice. "Hey Sharpay. It's Zeke."
"Hey Zeke. What's up?"
Zeke nervously rocked on the heels of his feet. "Nothing. I was just wondering if you would like to go on a date with me?" He asked a little nervously. Sharpay Evans, a science teacher which also worked in his section, and him had got along well, and he had come to really like her. He knew what he was taking his chances, but she was worth it.
He didn't know it, but a sweet smile graced her features. "I would love to Zeke."
Zeke perked up with a smile. "Really?"
"Yeah. I would."
"Tomorrow sound good?" Zeke asked thinking that he finally taking chances was worth it.
"Sounds great. Pick me up at seven."
Zeke nodded, with the same smile on his face. "I'll be there."
"Can't wait. See you tomorrow Zeke."
Zeke nodded once again. "Me too. See you tomorrow." He closed his cell phone with a proud smile on his face.
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Seventh grade history teacher, Chad Danforth, and seventh grade math teacher Taylor McKessie sat up in Chad's bed. They work in the same section, but also are dating. They've been dating for around two years and have been going strong. They've had their ups and downs, but they made it through and still are together.
"What is up with you and crossword puzzles?" Chad asked looking at her write down a word in her crossword puzzle book that was in her lap.
Taylor glanced at him. "We've been going out for two years, and you've now just asked that question?"
Chad shrugged. "It never came to mind."
"Well, then what has been on your mind." Taylor asked looking at him. She saw him smirk. "Other than basketball and me naked."
Chad grinned. "You really want to know what's on my mind?"
Taylor frowned. "Now I'm afraid to find out."
"I bet." Chad said putting his arms around her waist and rolling them over until he was on top again, the crossword puzzle book and pen out of her hands.
Taylor smiled at him, not being able to keep a straight face. "That's not fair."
Chad smiled innocently. "Of course it is." He leaned down and kissed her.
"You're not getting away with this." She said in the midst of the kiss.
Chad smirked. "I bet." He repeated, leaning down to give her another kiss.
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One of the gym teacher's of the middle school, Jason Cross bounced a basketball on the basketball court nearby where he lived. He listened to the song in his ears, coming from his iPod. He wasn't that biggest fan of Bon Jovi, but he couldn't help to listen to his songs, and that was what he was doing.
As he bounced the basketball on the court, he couldn't help but have images of the middle school's chorus teaching in his head. Jason shook his head of his thoughts of her and threw the basketball into the basket.
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Chorus teacher, Kelsi Nielsen sat down on the small footstool she had put in front of the keyboard on the keyboard stand she had near the window that looked over her front yard and the street. She let a small smile appear on her face.
She let her fingers glide over the keyboard, creating a soft, slow melody that she had come up with that morning before.
This year was just full of possibilities.