An Apple A Day

Disclaimer: I own nothing. Take everything as fiction. Anything medically related is my interpretation and should be seen as pure fiction for legality sake.

AN: I want to thank everyone who read and reviewed the last chapter. I'm glad it has peeked some of yalls interest and I only hope that grows with the story.

This story for me is a release, something fun and free flowing for me to write. It won't have the intensity and bleeding emotion that G-Force had. I need a break as much as I love that story…ha. That being said, I may have not put the research into the reality of this story as I should have. I usually try to make my stories as real to life and reality as I can. In this story it may not be feasible for Troy to still be practicing with the suits, but I want to let yall in on the thought process I had when writing this story. I wanted to write someone with an extreme cocky persona and then a character with equal strength to match him. A plastic surgeon and lawyer were what I came up with. As far as the legal stance, I guess I was just hoping or thought we could think of it in terms of how on TV or in fiction the lines of realness can be skewed. I'm sorry if this bothers anyone. I hope it doesn't detour anyone from wanting to read on. I apologize for not researching more into it.

Thank you for all the honest reviews. I truly value them, because they help be grow as a writer. Thanks for reading and I hope I live up to yalls expectations.


Chapter 2

Gabriella massaged the skin on the bridge of her nose as she squeezed her eyes tight throwing her head back against the chair. Today had started out splendidly and then Troy Bolton muddied it all up. She had read his file. She knew what she was getting herself into, but meeting him had only heightened the difficulty in the situation. He without a doubt would take a hell of a lot more effort to contain than any client she had come across since opening practice a few years ago. Gabriella had been lucky to score an excellent internship while in law school and soon found herself being labeled one of the top young up and coming attorneys in Los Angeles. Her ability to get her client out of their self imposed sticky situations had made her name well known among the rich, cocky and stupid, all of which went hand in hand. It was tiring, but she loved it. The challenge was always at an all time high. The wealthy of LA seemed to think with something other than the head located above their shoulders and often got themselves in something new and odd on a daily bases. Therefore keeping her client folders full and growing by the day. Even with all the random arrest for random "excursions" that weren't legal really anywhere, the hidden mistresses and absolutely impropriate actions that her clients seem to invent on a daily basis didn't appear to stack up to the hell Dr. Troy Bolton inevitably was going to cause her.

She had clients, who flirted, but none had come off the way he had, none had even remotely affected her. He did. He was an egotistical man whore who used his wits, good looks and profession to get him laid. There was absolutely nothing appealing about that, but his subtle comments and innuendos had succeeded in stirring an intrigue. It was odd. She new without a doubt that he had taken absolutely nothing she had requested to heart and she was going to have to creatively come up with a way to make sure he followed a straight line so that his ass didn't end up nailed to a wall without reprieve. That irked her beyond belief, so what was with the allure? She had to chock the stirring up to his good looks. That's all it had to be. She was a woman after all and would naturally react to that. None of her clients had exemplified his presence, his ease on the eyes. That was it. The female in her was responding. God, she hoped that's all it was. Luckily the lawyer in her took over rather quickly and had started the next plan of action for when he without a doubt fucked up.

The buzz of the phone took her out of the moment of thought.

"Miss. Montez, Miss Evans is on the phone for you"

Gabriella let out a sigh, "alright, put her through… thanks"

"Gabriella what the fucking hell? What the fuck are you still doing at work? It's after 6?"

Gabriella rested her chin in the palm of her hand as a smile begun to curl her lips, "Shar, what have I told you about waiting at least 60 seconds before throwing profanities from your mouth? You go immediately to speaker and then I pick up the line. The whole office doesn't need to hear the vulgarness that is your mouth"

"One, I'm sure you and that boring secretary are the only two left in the office and I'm also pretty sure my calls are the highlight of Marcy, Suzy, whatever the hell her names is day before she goes home to feed muffy and fur ball"

Gabriella laughed.

"Two, and I have told you on numerous occasions that I don't give a flying fuck who hears what I say. So I will say fuck shit cock bitch, whatever it may be as often and whenever I please"

Gabriella sighed, "Ahh Shar….What is it you are calling for?"

"I wanted to make sure you weren't hoeing out on meeting me for a few drinks or five at Murphys"

Gabriella closed her eyes. It had completely slipped her mind and to be honest she didn't really feel like exchanging pleasantries. Well, actually pleasantries weren't really the best way to describe conversations with Sharpay. I was more like, "what's that bitch wearing, "oh my God did you hear who is fucking who this time," or random demands of the people around her. It was rather entertaining, but she was far too tired to do anything of the sort.

"Shar….uh, I don't know" she began.

Sharpay screeched, "Gabriella fucking Montez. If you are not there in twenty minutes you will wish that mother of yours had never fucked your father in back seat of his old Chevy Malibu and conceived you."

Gabriella sighed, "Shar my father never owned a Chevy Malibu."

"Whatever, you get my point. You spend your day being a hard ass. You need time to loosen up and 2 to 5 to 8 shots will do just that. Be there or I swear it's your ass"

Gabriella was well informed on knowing when to fight and when not to. This was one of those instances.

"Fine Shar, I'll be there in thirty."

"Fabulous, I'll be in pink at the bar"

Gabriella laughed, "When aren't you?"

Gabriella pushed through the rotating door exactly thirty minutes after hanging up with Sharpay. She had touched up her lashes and reapplied a few coats of nude gloss to her lips. The top three buttons of her of her blouse had been released allowing a nice view of her upper chest but still keeping her breast concealed. She fluffed her hair as she made her way over to the blinding pink perched upon a high back leather barstool.

"Hammered yet?" she asked jokingly as she took a seat next to Sharpay.

Sharpay turned her head up and let the remainder for her lemon drop martini flow down her throat. She placed it on the bar top, "a little, but not enough to get myself taken advantage of, but I'm working on it"

Gabriella laughed and turned to the bartender to order herself a Chopin Martini straight up with two olives, "So, what's new in the land of Sharpay?"

Sharpay shrugged, "The usual. Making sure those fucktards don't fuck up the shop on Sunset. It's so hard to find good help these days." She stated shaking her head in disgust.

Gabriella shook her head, "Well, the shop looked great the other day when I passed by. The clothing this season looks amazing"

"Of course it looked great. I stood behind those idiots and guided them all the way. Those bitches have a degree in fashion my ass" Sharpay groaned as she took a long sip of her new martini.

"Well Shar, if you don't like what they are doing then why don't you fire them?"

Sharpay narrowed her eyes, "oh, nothing would give me more pleasure. There is just something about saying those two words, but Daddy said that his funding would no longer be involved if I continued to go through employees like an atm shoots out money, whatever the hell that means"

Gabriella turned her glass up to her lips and took a satisfying drink, "I think he is telling you that you need to give people a chance and stop being so controlling."

"Garbage…next" She spat as she waved pink polished hand in front of Gabriella's face, "so, what's new in life of lawyering or whatever it is you do?"

Gabriella tilted her head to the side as she turned her brow inward slightly, "I'm going to assume you are asking me how work is… It's going well. Got a new client today that is probably going to give me a run for my money and put my abilities to the test. He's just another one who thinks he's above all moral lines of society and the feelings of the human race"

Sharapy had yet to blink. Her eyes were fixated on a presence just visible over Gabriella's shoulder. Gabriella scrunched her brow, "Sharpay are you even listening to me? You ask me a question and you don't even give me the courtesy to even listen to my response?"

Sharpay put up her hand to silence her, "I heard everything you said Gabi. You got a new hot mess and blah blah test, it's going to be hard and you're going to have to do something to get this someone to…I don't know, but would you please look at who and what just walked through the door. Fuck."

Gabriella shook her head, "never going to change are you Shar?"

Sharpay kept one eye on what was maintaining her attention and let the other one peek at Gabriella, "Would you shut it? You know I heart you and you love every bit of who I am, so let it go and enjoy the gorgeousness that has just walked through the door"

Gabriella sighed and let out a low laugh, "you're a nut job"

Sharpay shrugged and turned Gabriella's shoulders so that she could see what she had been speaking of, "doesn't seeing that just make it all better? Damn"

A low growl formed in the back of her throat as her eyes turned to slits barely showing the chocolate in her eyes.

"Okay Gabi, if that look is supposed to be sexy I totally understand why you haven't had sex in while. You look like you are about to eat someone alive and not in a good way."

Gabriella looked over at Sharpay, "I'll be right back" she said between her teeth.

Gabriella didn't give Sharpay a chance to retort before she strutted over to the end of the bar where the new pain in her ass resided throwing back a shot and flirting with bartender with ridiculously fake breast.

She took a deep breath before clearing her throat and letting her body lean against the brim of the bar.

Troy turned his head to the presence that had just made itself known. A smile twitched his lips even though he knew he had been caught red handed doing exactly what she had told him not to.

"Fancy seeing you here Miss. Montez" he said in his sexy voice that she wasn't sure he used to get what he wanted or if it was just his normal tone. God, she hoped it wasn't his normal tone.

"I guess I wasn't clear earlier. That has to be it, because I just can't understand why you would do something that could royally screw you."

Troy smirked as he shifted closer to her, "I don't see how my getting a drink is going to royally screw me sweetheart"

Gabriella's eyes narrowed, "for a normal individual who has morals, boundaries and not two misconduct suits under his belt and one looming in the shadows, your right, getting a drink wouldn't be a problem. However, you Dr. Bolton have had no regard for anyone or anything in your life so you cannot be held to that same standard. If you do not get your shit together and show that you can be a straight person then you are going to be hung out to dry"

Troy smiled coyly at her as he wet his bottom lip, "oh I'm a straight person Miss. Montez. I can show you just how straight if you would like"

Gabriella shook her head, "this is the shit right here that has gotten your ass pinned to the ground so many times Dr. Bolton."

Troy threw back another shot, "you sure have a way with words Miss. Montez" he said raising his eyebrows as his eyes studied hers.

Gabriella sighed, "Let me ask you question"

He smiled, "anything"

"Why did you hire me if you aren't going to take anything I say or suggest seriously? You obviously don't give a shit about the trouble that you are in. So, I ask you why are you wasting my time and yours if you're just going to fuck yourself on a daily basis without any regard for what is best for you and the life you want to maintain? Because Dr. Bolton you are in jeopardy of loosing just about everything"

Troy clenched his jaw tight as he stared down at her. The smile on his face had faded as he took in all that she had said. None of his other attorneys had been this blunt with him, been this personal about the matters. None of his other attorneys had fascinated him, kept his interest. They were all rather boring and were just looking to get their next check. Miss. Montez had something else. Her agenda seemed genuine and that struck something odd in him. She was an intriguing one.

"You were hired because my partner says that you are the best" he finally spoke.

Gabriella sighed, "then let me do my job and help you out of this mess because it is doable, but you are going to have to take what I say to heart and actually do it and getting wasted at 7 in the evening and hitting on the bartenders isn't going to accomplish that."

Troy strummed his fingers on the bar as he kept his piercing gaze on her, "you're rather demanding. Did anyone ever tell you that?"

Gabriella raised one eyebrow as a smile tugged at her lips, "it's been muttered a time or two"

Troy laughed, "Do you always get your way?"

Gabriella tilted her head to the side as she intensified the gaze between them, "always"

His sexy smirk reappeared, "hmm….you sure are very sure of yourself Miss. Montez"

Gabriella felt his stare beginning to curl her insides. His drawing blue eyes were captivating, "I have reason Dr. Bolton to back that up"

Troy ran his tongue along the back of his teeth, "I'm glad to hear that. I would hate to think that someone as appealing and beautiful as yourself would be all talk. It would be such a major tease"

There he was with his loaded words and innuendos. Did he ever stop or was he just programmed to smooth talk and say things that sent chills down people's spine? This was the shit he needed control, "Dr. Bolton…"

Troy brought his face a few inches from hers, "Formalities are so awkward Miss. Montez and the fact that I'm pretty certain you have a detailed list of all the woman that I have had sex with over the years as well as a very descriptive account of what Mrs. Taylor claims happened, I think you can call me Troy. Dr. Bolton is set aside for those that don't know who my cock has done"

Gabriella involuntarily gulped as her breathing hitched. His confidence and free flowing thought that seemed to cascade out of his mouth was vulgar and disgusting, yet so extremely erotic. If this was him trying to contain himself then she had a lot of work to do. She would also need to get a grip on herself.

"Fine, Troy, do we have an understanding?"

Troy's grin widen, " Are you not going to give me the same courtesy of letting me drop the formality?"

Gabriella laughed, "You will have to earn that"

Troy groaned. Her appeal to him was growing by the second, " hmm…you're not easily penetrated are you?"

Gabriella's eyes widened, "excuse me"

Troy laughed, "I'm going to have hard time gaining leeway with you aren't I. Is that clearer for you?"

Gabriella fought the blush rising to her cheeks, but gathered herself rather quickly, "yes you are"

Troy pulled out his wallet, "sounds good to me Miss. Montez. I like a challenge; especially ones that will result in my getting inside someone as distinctive as yourself."

He placed the cash on the bar for the shots and stared down at her semi-shocked face, "I'll have my secretary call yours. I think I need more coaching." He whispered against her ear and made his way for the door.

Gabriella let out a breath she didn't know she had been holding, "fuck, why does he always leave with the last word."