Disclaimer: I own nothing affiliated to High School Musical. All that is written is purely fictitious.


Summary: Gabriella and Troy Bolton, a happily married couple in Tucson, teach together at the local high school. In one solid year, they have grown to be the most likable teachers in town. Christopher Jones, a junior who has been transferred to Gabriella's class, soon takes an inappropriate liking to Gabriella. Causing nothing but destruction in her life, he soon becomes a threat to the couple and their lives.


The Seduction of Christopher Jones

Chapter Seven

Gabriella wrung her fingers together back and forth in her lap. She was sitting on a cold table, dressed in only a hospital gown, inside her gynecologist exam room. Her bottom was getting colder by the minute and her nerves were getting even shakier by the second. Her doctor, Dr. Lisa Goldbloom, had been her gynecologist ever since she arrived to this city a few years back. She had taken only fifteen minutes to put the most uncomfortable object up in her uterus and had even done an ultrasound. Now, Gabriella had no idea how to read an ultrasound, especially when her possible baby could only be the size of a cashew.

She at least hoped her possible baby was still that same size right now.

"Honey, you have to calm down. Everything will be okay," reassured Troy, squeezing his wife's hand. He couldn't take seeing her bouncing her knees up and down and practically tearing her fingers apart.

"I can't," she said, sighing. "It's taking too long. I need to know if our baby is okay."

"I'm sure he is. Us Bolton kids are fighters," smirked Troy, trying to lighten the situation.

Gabriella cracked a smile and shook her head. "How are you so calm about this?"

"I'm trying to hide my anxiety. I mean, seeing you battered up back there? That scared the shit out of me, Gabriella. I heard you scream when you called me and..." He shook his head, standing up and pacing. "I thought you had gotten killed."

She shook her head and chuckled dryly without humor. "I thought I was going to die, too. He nearly...got me. Every inch of me."

Troy had to stop himself from rushing over to the school and killing Christopher. The son of a bitch sure had nerve. "He won't get you again."

"I can't go back to that school," whispered Gabriella.

"What?" asked Troy, confused.

The door suddenly opened, revealing the doctor. She smiled at Gabriella and sat on her stool, opening up her folder. "How are you, Gabriella?"

"Anxious. How is everything?" asked Gabriella.

"You just have minor bruises. You'll be fine in about a week," explained Dr. Goldbloom.

Gabriella nodded quickly. "Um...what about the baby? Is he alright?"

The doctor paused and sighed quietly, turning toward the couple. "Unfortunately, it's too early to tell if you are truly pregnant Gabriella."

Gabriella's heart fell. "Are you kidding? You're a doctor, though."

She chuckled lightly. "I understand. But, even a doctor can't determine a pregnancy after only a few days."

"So, I'm not pregnant." Gabriella was near tears. This wasn't her day.

"Now, that doesn't mean so. Gabriella, that egg could still be working hard as we speak. And, Troy's sperm could still be battling it out," she chuckled. "I'm just saying you should come back immediately when you experience warning signs of pregnancy."

"Warning signs?" asked Troy.

"Morning sickness, dizziness, missed period, etcetera." Doctor Goldbloom handed Troy the release papers. "If you guys will go up front, the receptionist will arrange your payment. I hope to see you two in a few weeks." She soon smiled and left the couple.

Troy handed Gabriella her dress as she began to change. "Well, there is still a light at the end of the tunnel."

"I guess so," murmured Gabriella. She changed out of her gown and, after slipping on her dress, she headed out of the room.

Troy caught up with her. "Hey, what's wrong?"

She turned to him as the receptionist began their filing and payment. "What if I'm not pregnant? What if this is the worst time to get pregnant with everything happening? I don't want to bring a baby into this world with Christopher around."

Troy nodded and held her hand as they left the building. "I know what you mean. But, bringing a baby could be good for us. Redemption."

Gabriella stayed silent for a moment as Troy drove on the road back home. She sighed and nodded. "I guess you're right. But, I still don't want Christopher around."

Troy looked over at her once they were at a red light, able to see their house down the drive. "I know. What are you going to do about tomorrow?"

She shook her head. "I'm not going to work tomorrow. Maybe not ever again since he is there." She got out of the car once he parked and headed inside.

Troy followed her quickly, watching as she headed upstairs. "Gabriella, wait!" He went upstairs and found her changing out of her dress furiously.

"I feel so dirty in this dress now," she murmured furiously, practically ripping it off of her body. She ran her fingers through her hair roughly, tears streaming down her cheeks.

Troy held her hands, trying his best to calm his wife down. "Gabriella, I know you are scared."

"No, you don't know Troy. You don't have some teenager assaulting you and trying to rape you!" she exclaimed.

He sighed. "I may not have that, but I don't want to see my wife go through that. Okay? You are mine and we have vows to uphold ever since we were teenagers. I will always protect you."

Gabriella shook her head, feeling exhausted. "I'm just going to get some rest."

Troy nodded and rubbed her shoulders, leading her to the bed. He helped her under the covers, making sure she was warm. "I love you, Gabriella."

She looked up at him. "I love you, too."

He headed for the door, turning around to watch his beautiful wife snuggle under the covers as she fell fast asleep. He walked down the steps and immediately grabbed his keys. The principal wasn't helping. There was only one last option before the police.

He quietly walked out of the house, shutting the door and triple checking that it was locked securely. He got into his car and turned on his GPS, verifying that he had the correct address. He then looked back at his house, staring at his wife's window. He was going to get them both out of this mess. Especially her.


Troy walked up the cobblestone steps and placed his hands in his pockets, sighing heavily. This had to be done. Something had to be done about Christopher and there was only two people who would be able to control him. So, he rang the doorbell and waited.

A woman in her late thirties answered, looking petite with brown hair and a few freckles evident on her face. She looked at Troy for a moment, slightly confused. "May I help you?"

Troy put on his best polite smile. "Hi. I'm the coach at your son's high school. Basketball?"

She smiled and nodded. "Yes! Christopher talks a lot about basketball! He's at school now, though. Shouldn't you...?"

Troy chuckled. "Things happened, but I won't get there yet. I would just like to speak to you both for a few minutes. If you don't mind?"

"Of course." She opened the door wider, letting Troy in. "Freddie! We have company!"

Another man, who looked an exact replica of Christopher. "How can I help you?"

"This is Christopher's coach, honey. He said he needs to talk to us," explained Mrs. Jones.

"Okay," said Mr. Jones, cautiously following his wife and Troy into the living room. "Coffee?"

Troy shook his head. "No thanks." He sat on a loveseat and sighed. "It's about your son."

"What's wrong with our son?" asked Mr. Jones. He seemed to be rather harsh towards Troy.

"Don't get me wrong, Mr. and Mrs. Jones," started Troy.

"Please, call me Katie."

Troy nodded. "Anyway, he is a very good basketball player. He excels well in his grades. He has many friends." He paused. "But, things have been happening that I feel need to be addressed to someone other than the principal."

"The principal?" asked Mr. Jones.

"I have already talked to him about this and he honestly had no action to take except for firing me," explained Troy.

Mr. Jones suddenly stood up, upset. "What the hell are you talking about? Why are you here?"

Katie tried to shush her husband quietly. "Freddie, please!"

Troy sighed, figuring he should cut to the chase. "Your son has been sexually harassing my wife."

It was suddenly quiet and still. Troy swore he could cut the tension with a knife.

Katie looked at him, turning upset. "Excuse me? Are you accusing my son of such a crime?"

"I know he is your son and it is hard to believe, but..."

"You're damn right and we don't believe you! Now get the hell out of my house!" demanded Mr. Jones, pointing to the door.

Troy stood up and walked towards the door, shaking his head. Was he ever going to make his wife safe? "You may not believe me, but maybe you should probe your son when he gets home."


Troy arrived home and immediately knew something was wrong. The door was left wide open as if someone had forced their person in. It didn't look good whatsoever. He got out of the car once he screeched it to a park in the driveway and ran inside, checking the door. It was still attached.

"Gabriella?!" he shouted, looking around. There was nothing broken in the kitchen. "Where are..."

"Hey!" Gabriella came from the hall, holding a bat towards Troy. She suddenly stopped when he cowered back, realizing it was him. "Oh, honey." She dropped the bat and sighed heavily. "I thought you were..."

"He was here?" asked Troy, scoffing.

"Well, you weren't here!" accused Gabriella.

"I went over to Christopher's house and talked to his parents about what was going on," explained Troy.

She furrowed her brows. "What?"

"Yeah, and it didn't work. They didn't believe me," said Troy, shaking his head.

Gabriella sighed. "I think it was Christopher that came here. I was asleep, I heard a bang, a crash, and then nothing. When I came downstairs, nobody was here. The door was wide open." She walked into the living room hallway. "Look what they did."

Troy followed her and felt his heart break. Their wedding portrait was destroyed, especially with Troy's face smashed in. He suddenly gripped his hair and turned around, inwardly growling. "I've had it!"

Gabriella watched him, confused. "What?"

Troy turned to face her. "I've had enough of this shit, okay? I won't have some little teenager terrorize my wife!" He got closer to her, cupping her face gently. "Look, we are going to get away. We're going to go someplace where nobody can find us. Where it can be just you and me."

"But, I have work..."

"You said you didn't want to go back. And, you don't have to. Tell the principal you need some time away and will be back soon," explained Troy. He kissed her nose. "Gabriella, trust me. We need to get away. We need to be safe."

Gabriella only focused on one word. Safe. Troy was going to keep her safe. She could trust that with her heart. "Okay."

They were getting away immediately.

And away from Christopher.