OH SHIT, YEAH IM BACK. HI GUYS. ITS BEEN FOREVER. But seriously, I've been REALLY busy with school, and the summer…well I actually had a social life. LOL IT WAS GREAT. Also, I kind of lost my muse in writing. I don't even think I remembered how to write. It was horrible. But being back in school, mhm, I remember again. So as for my other stories, I'm going to take a short break on them until I can bring myself to write another chapter. I seriously don't know what to write for them, and I hate to leave a story unfinished, but for now they will be. I might delete them, I might not. STILL VERY UNDECIDED. So I'll just continue with this new story – its one of the ones on my page, the assassin one. I really wanted to write this, basically Im going to kind of start over and do it. CAUSE I MISS WRITING ON HERE AND SEEING AMAZING REVIEWS. If anyone even remembers me, lol, probably not. But yeah, here I am. Remember me and love me~ Review for this chapter too, please? I wanna know if you guys like it, if I should continue, all of that. It's the first chapter, so its not all that exciting. I have a lot planned for this story. OK, DONE WITH THIS LONG AUTHORS NOTE NOW. BYE LOVIES~

The arching of lightning split the sky with a satisfying flash as Gabriella jumped slightly from the bolting sound, her pencil flying out of her hand and onto the floor, trailing with a path towards the desk of her fellow classmate; also known as her best friend. "Sharpay…can you get me that?" It was a faint whisper, in fear of having her horrendous teacher yelling at her for interrupting the unimportant lesson occurring. The lightning wasn't even apparently enough to stop her teacher from rescheduling the lesson, even though half the class had been too focused on the window to pay any mind to the speaking.

After waiting a good mere 3 minutes without a response from the blonde too busy with her fingernails, Gabriella rolled her eyes and slumped back in her seat, the pencil forgotten and useless. It may have been her only one left, but her mind was far too brilliant for the need of a pencil to remember what the teacher was telling the class.

"Gabs, is this pencil yours?" The brunette was almost surprised to hear that soft voice, but nonetheless she whipped her head in the direction of Sharpay and hastily nodded her head.

"Took you long enough." She whispered playfully, unable to stop herself from letting out a quiet giggle as she reached her hand over her desk to retrieve her pencil.

Sharpay only rolled her eyes and shoved the pencil in Gabriella's direction, returning her focus on her nails as soon as Gabriella had grabbed it.

Before Gabriella could form a reply to her eye roll, her thoughts were cut short with the loud ringing of the bell and the kids shuffling their feet to stand up, soon almost a million footsteps it felt like, taking over the noise of the thunder outside. She was never a big fan of thunder, or even rain in particular; it got her in that gloom mood, one that was hard to transform into an ecstatic one.

"That was the most boring class ever." Sharpay complained, standing up from the desk and flipping her hair to the side of her shoulder.

"It usually isn't boring…" Gabriella sighed as she dropped her books into her bag, "Im sure it was just the weather." She nodded to herself, convinced that was the reason why the atmosphere of the classroom had been so dull.

"It usually isn't boring?" Sharpay repeated incredulously. "Gabs, I know you're like a freaky genius and everything, but Im sure even Einstein wouldn't like this class."

Both girls had made their way out of the classroom, Gabriella giving the teacher a small wave which in response, the teacher had narrowed his eyes at her. "Actually, Einstein couldn't stand school…so this class would have been boring to him anyway." She commented with a knowing smile, fixing her bag on her shoulder while she tried to avoid bumping into the students running through the halls.

"Remind me again why Im even friends with you?"

Gabriella could only shrug her shoulders, her eyes falling onto the blonde as she stared at her with very serious chocolate eyes, wondering why she was indeed friends with her.

"I help you with your homework…" She guessed.

Sharpay opened her mouth slightly, her lips soon pursing together when she decided against commenting on what Gabriella had said. There were many reasons why Gabriella was Sharpay's best friend, but her helping her with her homework wasn't even close to being one. Gabriella was different, special in fact – she was brilliant, yet knew how to joke around like a hilarious comedian. Her personality was a mixture of everything you could want in a girl; she had the looks, the brain, the humor. Sometimes even, she would let loose and turn into that wild girl at a party, one that boys were always interested in.

But for Gabriella; none of these guys could meet the standards she had set.

They were all immature pigs who wanted sex, answers for quizzes, or to just be able to brag that they got the most popular girl at school to be their girlfriend.

"So, anyway, are you coming over after school? My mom won't be around – shes going to Hawaii or something, I don't know where it is this time." Sharpay sighed out and glanced at Gabriella through the corner of her eye, noticing the way she was intently paying attention, "Taylor wants to hang out and we really haven't lately; together."

Gabriella's eyes gleamed with an excitement well known to Sharpay as she nodded her head, her luscious lips curving into a wide smile. "Of course." She mused. "But we have to do homework first…"

"Yeah, yeah." Sharpay rolled her eyes once again, her face suddenly becoming tensed. "Do you have to ask your dad if you can come?"

Gabriella shook her head and turned the corner in the hall, taking small strides towards her next classroom, which from the angle looked rather empty. "He's loosening up a bit." She said. Her father was a strict police officer, who had a very protective side of him for his family, and since Gabriella was his only child…she couldn't get away with much. It was rare that she was able to go to a party, unless her mother had persuaded her father in allowing her to go, but usually she was forced to the confinement of her own bedroom.

"Yeah?" Sharpay let out a chuckle and stopped short, "Well I'll see you next period, then?"

"Mkay." Gabriella mumbled as she herself stopped short, giving Sharpay one last smile before she turned her head in the direction of her classroom, indicating that she should get inside before the bell rang.

"Bye babe." She walked off, tagging along with a few random friends who had sized Gabriella up with intense eyes when they gathered together. Many of Sharpays friends didn't like Gabriella, maybe because she was everything they weren't, and had a best friend who they had yet to become extremely close to.

Gabriella ignored the momentary glares and walked into the classroom, the shaded windows emitting a sigh of relief from her lips – there wouldn't be any distractions for this class, which meant her Chemistry teacher wouldn't be shouting out to the students every minute or so.

Taking a seat in her usual desk, Gabriella immediately set her notebook down on top of the wood, along with the pencil she had recently flailed onto the floor in English. They were mid-way into the school year, but she still wasn't accustomed to the antics of all her teachers – they all just seemed bipolar to her, especially her chemistry teacher. It was also horrible because in this class, she had no one she was really close to, so people were usually throwing themselves at her to be her partner – probably for answers, of course.

Gabriella was brimming with impatience as she looked at the blank chalkboard, no writing on it, no lesson plans; nothing. The other students didn't seem to take notice, but they weren't as observant as she was. Her teacher must've been absent today, because every other day, letters filled the green board.

Without an answer to her own thoughts, Gabriella stared down at her notebook, examining it like it was some secretive message which should be decoded. She was becoming bored without her teacher here to complain, and the bell had just rung only seconds ago. If there was a substitute, shouldn't that said person be here to conduct the class?

Gabriella was now flooded with curiosity, but it was soon short lived when she heard the low pitch of footsteps against the cold, hard floor. Her head jerked up to meet the form of the person walking – as cliché as it may sound, her breath hitched in her throat upon seeing the figure in front of the class. Whether it be from shock, or pure arousal, her surroundings around her seemed to freeze in her mind while the only thing she could focus on was the person directly in front of her. He was a true Adonis, everything about him screamed out to her; made her want to wrap her arms tightly around him and press her lips to his apparent soft ones, his beautiful shaped lips. But just below those lips, this man had the most amazingly defined jaw line she had ever seen in her 17 years of life. If that wasn't enough, her brown orbs were drawn to his azure ones, a penetrating stare looking straight at her, or so she assumed. His eyes were possibly the most gorgeous eyes known to man – it was almost like she couldn't help herself from looking, or couldn't even bring herself to look away. This man couldn't be a teacher…could he?

From the look of his suit, matched surprisingly well with a pair of jeans, this guy was definitely not a student – unless students were now into wearing this sort of attire.

But there was just no way a man looking...like this, could be a teacher for her high school, a substitute even.

Especially when he stirred something up inside of her that her own classmates weren't even able to do.

"Hello, uh, students," In an instant, their gaze was broken as he cleared his throat and turned to the board, grabbing the chalk from the side to grab into his two fingers. "I'm Mr. Bolton…" He told the class while he wrote, dropping the chalk onto the desk when he had turned around to meet the wide stares of the girls, and the jealous ones of the boys. "Im afraid your teacher has taken some time off for personal reasons, so I'll be your temporary teacher for now."

Gabriella gulped, shifting uncomfortably in her chair and trying to ignore the feeling in her stomach which seemed to start as soon as he walked into the classroom. A temporary teacher? How in the world was she going to focus on her academics with a man this gorgeous teaching to her?

As Sharpay would put it; she was screwed.

The whole class was spent looking at Mr. Bolton, admiring every noticeable thing about him in ways she wasn't aware she was doing. Gabriella had been most interested in those eyes though, next to the brown locks of hair which was sprawled all over the place, looking as if he had just gotten out of bed…but it worked for him. In fact, it made him all the more sexier.

Every girl in class was too busy staring at him as well to write anything down in their notebook, even if the words were coming from his husky voice, no one was paying attention.

For once, the boys were the only ones that seemed to be able to focus on their work.

It was quite shocking, really.

The bell hadn't rung fast enough for Gabriella; she only wished it would've been sooner.

She was out in an instant, avoiding eye contact with the teacher who was sure to be watching her rush out without her even taking the time to put her books away in her bag. Yeah, she was that anxious to get the hell out of the room.

Troy opened his mouth to speak, but the overwhelming sound of door being shut stopped him from even uttering out a noise. The girl with the mesmerizing eyes, the girl he hadn't been able to take his eyes off of, was gone before he could even ask her what was required.

"Fuck…" He muttered absentmindedly to himself, running a hand through his already messy hair and plopping down on the uncomfortable chair, somewhat thankful for not having a class next period.

How was he going to get information out of this girl, when she wouldn't even give him the chance to speak to her?

"Troy, my boy, you shouldn't be sleeping in class. You'll get a detention."

Troy wasn't even aware his eyelids were slowly drifting shut, so it was obvious he wasn't all there to notice the door opening and closing. But when he was now very much awake, he jerked forward in his seat and squinted at the man in front of him.

"What the fuck are you doing here? How did you even get inside the school?" Standing up to clearly show his confusion, he braced both hands on the desk and leaned forward, ready for an explanation.

"I just told the principal I was bringing you your lunch." The dark skinned man let out a teasing laugh and dropped a paper bag on the desk, walking back afterwards to take a seat in one of the unoccupied desks. "I think she has a crush on me."

"Chad, cut the shit." Troy groaned, curiosity taking over as he opened the bag with two fingers, his eyes peaking inside…the bag containing a horribly cut sandwich. "Did you learn nothing from your mother?"

Chad rolled his eyes, momentarily flipping Troy off and slumping down in the chair. "How did your first day go, Mr. Teach?"

"Great." He replied unenthusiastically, sitting on the edge of the desk. "Im pretty sure I was being gossiped about by all the girls."

"I knew that was going to happen, I just knew it." Chad breathed with a mischievous smile, nodding his head in approval. "Oh…did you meet the girl?"

Just at the mention of 'the girl', Troy felt himself tense up with the name given to the beautiful Filipina. "No…I didn't meet her. She ran out of here as fast as fuck."

"Yeah, maybe you scare her. You could pass for a 50 year old teacher or something."

Even though Troy knew that was a lie, since well he was only 23, he didn't bother answering with a witty comment. From what he had noticed, Gabriella Montez looked far from scared – if he wasn't imagining things, she looked seemingly hot and bothered. That would definitely work to his advantage in the future.

"It's not even about meeting her…I just gotta get that conference with her dad." Troy reminded him.

"But knowing the kid of the father usually helps too, bro."

Troy was going to have to work at this objective; that was for sure.

If he wanted to take down the most dangerous man in this state, he was going to have to get the details on him from Gabriella's father, and in doing so he was going to have to develop a friendly relationship with her.

But that wasn't going to be easy.

Because well –

She was gorgeous.

She didn't seem to want to talk to him.

He wasn't actually a teacher, so he wasn't going to be able to keep the inappropriate comments to himself.

He was very attracted to Gabriella Montez.

He knew nada about Chemistry.

And he was an assassin.

With a job harder than every other one he ever had.