Thnx for the reviews.

For those FLAMERS have you ever thought that that ready anf poser was copying ME. Well maybe you should have thought of that before you judged me and my story.

As Gabriella walked out of the classroom, she saw her new English professor eye her. She flirtly smiled back as he rested his hand in his hiar. Troy took a few steps toward her before stopping.

"Miss Montez?" His voice cracked at least three times while she said his name.

Gabriella turned around sweetly and asked, "Yea?"

"Could you stay a moment?" She saw Troy have a mischievous glint in his eye. She just wanted to see what would happen if... without thinking Gabriella shook her hips from left to right, trying to woo the poor man.

"Okay… I don't mind," she said seductiveely while licking her lips a few times. He repeated in the motion and shifted.

Waiting until all the student's exited, Troy paused for a moment.

His ocean blue eyes looked softly at her, as if they were comforting her. He was tall, at least six feet comparing to her short five four frame. His muscles were tauntingly obvious through the simple black shirt he was wearing with denim as dark as she was wearing before. His sandy colored hair feeling into his eyes giving him an air of mystery.

"Thank you," Gabriella smiled as she wiped a tear that was escaping her eyes. The man took a step toward her and cupped her cheek, using his thumb to wipe away her tears. Then their faces were only millimeters apart until their lips softly touched.

It was as if she was on fire, her body started to ache for him and only by a single touch. The blood rushed to her lips causing them to swell. The kiss was so gentle, soft, compassionate, hot. The man was the first to pull away and whispered, "Beautiful," against her lips before opening his eyes.

She opened her and they met. Gazing locking as if they were trying to remember this forever. He took a step back while both were breathing heavily, "See you around," he whispered huskily before taking off.

Later that night…

As they both showered five miles apart, the steam rising out of the bathroom; fogging the mirrors and moistening all absorbent objects, hundreds of different thoughts ran through their minds. The scene replayed over and over.

Troy's fist pounded on the marble.

Sharpay felt the cool tile against her back.

What just happened?

So what'd you think of my shmezy shmexy genius of originality.