A/N: So… I know I need to be working on my other stories, and I promise that I will. I had typed up chapters of them, and then my computer crashed. :(

This story is written for my best friend, Kat. You see, we have this sexy hall monitor. He is also the assistant basketball coach. We like him a lot. So, this story is like a fantasy of that, only set in HSM terms, sorta.

Summary: Troy is 21 and a hall monitor at East High. His dad got him the job. Gabriella is 17 and a senior at East High. What happens when they fall for each other?

DISCLAIMER: I don't own anything related to HSM. If I did, the movie would definitely not be on Disney channel, because Zac Efron would be wearing a whole lot less clothing.

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Chapter 1

Troy sighed as he walked through the halls. It was early, too early for all the chatter from inside the classrooms.

"Mr. Bolton!" he heard someone call, he turned to see a teenage girl. He wasn't sure what her name was, even though he talked to her everyday.

"Oh, I see you decided to use the real name today," Troy teased.

"Well, I figured you probably don't like to be called Mr. Hall Monitor," the girl laughed. "Yeah, but it's better than what I got called when I worked at McDonald's."

"So you just woke up one morning and said 'I want to be a hall monitor?'" the girl asked. "No. My dad just got me the job because he was tired of loaning me money." Troy laughed

"Ah, Coach Bolton. I don't think he likes me very much."

"Really? Why?"

"You just ask him about Gabriella Montez," She laughed.

"Alright. Surely he won't have too many bad things."

"Oh, I wouldn't be so sure about that," she replied sarcastically.

"Whatever you say, Gabriella," he smirked as the bell rang.

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"Yo, Troy. How was high school?" Chad teased as he walked into the apartment that he and Troy shared.

"You're so funny, smart ass," Troy laughed. "I found out that girl's name."

"Oh really now? What would it be?" Chad asked.

"Gabriella Montez, she's so damn hot. Get this, she said my dad doesn't like her. I asked him about it and he said it was because the basketball players get too distracted by her," Troy said as he wriggled his eyebrows.

"You're so going to tap that!"

"Hopefully," Troy grinned.

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The next day, Troy was walking around the math hall when he spotted Gabriella.

She saw him at the same time and smiled, bashfully, "Hey."

"Hey, why aren't you in class?" he asked out of instinct. He was supposed to write up any students who were out of their assigned area.

"Oh, umm… well, I'm on my way right now. I just had to go to the bathroom," she smiled.

"Uh-huh, class started thirty-two minutes ago and you still have your backpack. Someone is trying to skip. Who do you have?" he asked with a smirk, "Wait, let me guess… Mrs. Wilson?"

Gabriella nodded and whispered in his ear, "She's a total bitch."

Troy felt chill bumps run down his spine when her hot breath came in contact with his ear.

"Yeah, I always skipped her class. She never knew though," he said as he tried to calm his nerves.

"I get so scared that I'm going to get caught, this is the farthest I've ever gotten."

"Do you want to get out of her class?" Troy asked.

"Umm… yeah," she said in a duh tone.

"Go in there, I'll get you out in a few minutes."

"Oh my gosh! Thank you so much, Mr. Bolton!" she exclaimed. She had an urge to jump up and hug him, but she shook it off as she walked into her classroom, coming up with some phony reason for being late.

About three minutes later, Troy knocked on the door.

"Oh. Taylor McKessie, open the door for Mr. Bolton," Mrs. Wilson exclaimed from her desk.

Troy laughed slightly from the hall. Mrs. Wilson had always been lazy.

Gabriella glanced up, but quickly returned her attention to her work, not wanting to seem obvious.

When Taylor opened the door, Troy walked inside.

"Mrs. Wilson, I need Gabriella Montez. She needs to bring her things, she probably will be gone all period," Troy said, sounding serious.

"Alright, Gabriella, have a nice time."

Gabriella quickly gathered her things and walked out of the room, she had at least an hour to spend with hottie hall monitor, and she wasn't going to waste one second.

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A/N: short? Yes. But, I write this mess during school, so I don't have A LOT of time on my hands. Now that our musical is done with, I might be able to get back on track with writing.

Please pray for my dog. She's really sick and I can't really talk about it, because it makes me cry. :(