Eureka!

It was really bugging me. All throughout the day, I kept comparing Mr. Johnson to people I knew.

During Drama

"So Troy, today we have to rehearse the kissing scene," I commented. Troy just grinned.

"Oh really," he replied, "Are you looking forward to that?"

"Well," I flirted, "Maybe a bit. After all, if I close my eyes when I kiss you, then I can pretend that you're Orlando Bloom or something…" Troy swatted at me .I giggled.

"Would you like to, you know, do a bit of practicing just to make sure we do a good job during rehearsal?" he asked, wiggling his eyebrows. I leaned in to kiss him, then stopped.

"Troy, could you wiggle your eyebrows again?" I asked. He looked very puzzled but did it again.

'Hmmmmmm,' I thought, 'Mr. Johnson wiggles his eyebrows almost exactly the same way as Troy. No. that's not it.'

During Language Arts

I was so bored. The teacher was droning on and on about Shakespeare. Now, don't get me wrong. Normally I just love Shakespeare. But not when my teacher had spent the last hour and a half talking about the same play. No, not reading it. Talking about it. And I hate to say it but good ol' Ms. Wagner has a bit of…um…a salivial gland overproduction problem. Oh, heck with it. She spits. Like crazy. Every time she said "A midsummer nighT's dream" or "HiPPolyTa" or "TiTania" or "DemeTrius" or "THeseus", the front row got a nice mid-afternoon shower. I have to say, some of them could use it. But I was quite content to sit in the back of the classroom with my friends. Taylor and I would pass notes back and forth to pass time.

(AN: Taylor's writing is bold and Gabriella's is underlined)

Wow, do you think Ol' Spitsalot could possibly spit more?

I know, right! She's like a waterfall! Lol

You know who's been looking really fine lately?

Who?

Ryan Evans.

I gasped, then gasped again. The first gasp was because of what Taylor wrote. The second was because I had realized that Taylor dotted her i's exactly the same way as Mr. Johnson. But that still was not what I was looking for. There was something else, and it was really bothering me.

I was soooooooooooo frustrated. I mean, come on, I'm the genius girl; I should be able to figure this out, right? But something was not clicking. I needed to think outside the box. I needed to be more determined.

When the lunch bell rang Troy came up to me. I greeted him with a quick peck on the cheek. He noticed how fidgety and anxious I was, so he pulled me aside.

"Let's go eat lunch in our secret spot, ok?" he requested. "I'll meet you there in 5 minutes." I just nodded. I was at a loss for words. He called it our secret spot. Not his, ours. I felt so honored that he felt close enough to me to want to share his special place with me. I knew how special it was to him. It was his oasis, his retreat, his refuge, his haven, his sanctuary, his hideout. Like kindergarten.

I quickly went to my locker to get my lunch. Then I went up to the roof top. Troy was already there.

"Gabi, I've noticed that you've seemed a bit distracted today," he commented, stroking my hair. "What's wrong?"

"Oh, Troy. It's just that Mr. Johnson seems so familiar. But I don't know who or what he reminds me of. It's really bugging me a lot. I'm mad I can't figure this out. I'm supposed to be so smart. But I guess I'm not. I'm really just stupid." And with that, I started bawling. Normally, something like that wouldn't have made me cry. But combine PMS with having Troy there to comfort me (haha he would hold me in his arms and try to cheer me up) and voila! One crying Gabriella at your service!

Troy took me into his arms and started rubbing my back. I cried into his amazingly hot and muscular chest. I was already feeling better.

"Now Gabi, you are not stupid. You're the smartest person I know. Just because it's taking you a bit of time to figure this out doesn't mean you're stupid. Think of it as a challenge."

I smiled and looked into his ocean blue eyes. He flashed me his charming grin and I couldn't help but smile back. He then cupped my face in his hands and ours lips moved closer together until finally they touched. And boy did they touch. Fireworks exploded inside me and I shivered a little. Troy was such a good kisser. Wow. 11/10. No, make that 11 million/10. I deepened the kiss a little and then I jerked away.

"Troy," I whispered, wide-eyed, "I know who he reminds me of!"

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Haha, cliffy! Sorry, I couldn't resist. I'll try to update in the next couple of days. Review please! I hope you're enjoying the story so far!