A/N: Hey everyone, here is chapter three of the story, A Chosen Life. I hope you really enjoy it and Gabriella's past is very briefly covered her, but just stay tuned for the full story, it's bound to be uncovered some time!

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Title: A Chosen Future

Summary: Nineteen year old Weston Montez never knew the truth behind his true existence. That was until his professor gave him a strange assignment- Trace back your heritage and report back. With a little snooping and a click of a mouse, Wes found more than he bargained for. When he does finally figure out his mother's biggest secret, will he be the one to make all his mother's forgotten dreams a reality? Troy and Gabriella!

Chapter Title: Unanswered Questions

Rating: T

Author: MCmsSHORTY

"Come In." the voice was monotone and dull, setting the mood as anything but welcoming. The old professor looked up from his seat as the door creaked open, revealing one of his new students. "Ahh, Mr.…"

"Montez," the student was just as thrilled as the old man to be there, but a matter had to be settled.

The professor leaned forward in his chair, elbows on the desk and his head being supported by his hands. "Yes, Montez, I remember you, Wednesday noon class, are I correct?" His eyebrows cocked with his guess.

Wes nodded in reply. "Yes sir." He slowly made his way over to the dark chestnut desk and threw his paper down on the surface. The professor picked up the paper and leaned back in his chair, rocking back and forth.

"Ah, yes, I am guessing you are here about the mark?" The squeak of the chair filled the tension filled room. Wes wanted to get in and get out, little hassle, no fight, just a changed grade.

"In all fairness Mr. Ashworth, that doesn't deserve a D."

"Yes, Mr. Montez, but in all my fairness, this was done Tuesday night, was it not." Mr. Ashworth peered over the tip of his classes that were perched on his nose, yet again cocking his eyebrows.

"Yes, but that should have nothing…."

"Nothing to do with a bad grade, I understand, but that isn't the reason why you received a D."

"But you just…"

"Don't worry young man, I do that with all my new students, usually they don't crack as easily," a light chuckle was exulted, "but that isn't the reason why you received that grade."

"Then why could I have received such a horrible grade on a useless assignment."

The professor leaned back in his chair. "Useless, on the contrary, this was anything than useless…"

"And how is that."

"Mr. Montez, I would imagine that you are familiar with the phrase 'You can't move forward until you know where you have come from.'…"

"Well yeah, but…"

"No buts Mr. Montez that is why you did this."

"But I know where I come from…"

"Do you, is that why you had such a difficult time writing this simple paper. Mr. Montez, I advise that you try to find about your past, it may help you in the future."

"That has nothing to do with me though Mr. Ashworth, nothing at all. Just because I find out a few stories about the past isn't going to change that grade right there." His finger pointed towards the paper still clutched in the professor's clutch.

"You maybe right Mr. Montez, but maybe it would be better for yourself."

"Whatever, Sir," he slowly walked towards the door, giving up his plea.

"Oh and Mr. Montez…" Wes turned around in the doorway, still grasping the cold metal door handle. "You maybe surprised what you find, but in my offense, I should warn you, don't go out looking for your past with expectations, it may come back as anything but." Wes looked confused at the comment, but shrugged it off. Expectations, those went down the drain years ago, right after Logan left them.

Gabriella Montez sat at her desk, trying to clear the clutter of papers around her. She let out an exasperated breath as she frantically shuffled around all the papers, it seemed like the pile was never ending.

"Miss Montez." The intercom was just a hectic device. She pushed the papers aside, just to press the little lit up bottom.

"Yes." He voice, slightly agitated wasn't a sign of a great mood.

"You have a call on line two…"

"Can you please take a message Sindy, I'm pretty busy…" she continued to shuffle the papers all around, muffling her voice through the technology.

"It's your son." Sindy's sing song voice entered the room. Everyone had met Weston Montez before and even though he was still only a teenager, everyone at her work, especially the girls, seemed smitten with him.

"Wes?" She seemed slightly taken back by the information. She stopped her constant shuffling and picked up the phone. "Weston Blair Montez, it has been a whole week!" a slight chuckle could be heard through the other side as she took a seat in her desk chair and went side to side.

Weston did the same on the other line, mother like son. "But you could have called mom." He was known for him smart-ass comments.

"Yes honey, but I didn't want to suffocate your level of higher education."

"Mom that's a bunch of BS, admit it, you didn't think of calling either." Wes sat in his chair now twirling a pen between his fingers, staying still was never his strong point.

"Well, I did, but then work…"

Weston rolled his eyes. "It's always work mom."

Gabriella sighed. "Well yes, but anyway, how is it? It seems like I just dumped you somewhere and left."

"Hey, you sat around here crying and hugging me over and over again saying stuff about how your baby is all grown up for a whole weekend, I think that should have explained why I waited at least a week to call."

"No, that was the dumping, and I didn't cry, I weeped."

"Same thing mom."

"No it's not, crying is for yourself, weeping is for someone else."

"No difference…"

"So how is it?"

"Don't change the conversation mom."

"No really, there has got to be a reason for you to call, apparently."

"No there isn't"

"Well, just according to you there has to be."

"But there isn't, it's just a simple hello."

"Weston Blair Montez, I raised you and I know that you never do something just because."

"Fine, there is…" the line went silent, "I received my first assignment back and…"

"And…"

"I got a D."

"A D, like in the letter D?" the line went silent yet again, including the squeak of the desk chair from her side.

"Mom?" Wes held his breath, there was only one reason why he decided to tell his mom about the assignment anyway.

"How did you? You are a smart boy." She stopped for a moment and then turned really serious. "Are you doing drugs beca…"

"MOM, no"

"How about partying, I know the scene is…"

"No, not that either."

"Then what's the reason, because the young boy I know…"

"I'm not your little boy anymore."

"He wouldn't have received a D. Actually the boy I knew would have probably shed a few tears." The line went silent and then a grasp was release from the female. "Oh God, you didn't cry in class… did you?"

"Mom, will you stop it already?" Wes was frustrated his mother wouldn't stop.

"Then what is it?" Gabriella was hunched over her desk with the phone attached to her ear, she couldn't wait for an explanation. She just didn't imagine that asking that question would get her in a mess with her only child.

"Mom…" Wes released a sigh, stopping his rocking action in his chair and put the pen down, "It has to involve my father…. my past." The phone was dead silent on either side, Gabriella pulled the phone away from her ear a little bit and rested her forehead in one of her hands.

"Wes… we have been through this before… I just… it's complicated." Wes pulled his own phone away from his ear and pushed the end button. It was the same story every time. When would the answer change?

There are some questions that have to be answered now… Who is Logan and how did he hurt Wes? Why does Gabriella heavily guard her past? Where does Wes really come from and will he ever find out his mothers secrets? And how the hell does Troy fit into the equation?

You will find out soon, just wait around to read to find out! REVIEW PLEASE! I love hearing about what you are thinking and I always write back!