Authors Note: Thank to those who review I really appreciate it. I'm just saying that if the more reviews I get the more I get happy and the more I write…is that a too desperate statement to ask for reviews. Oh and all HMS things, names, and all the other stuff that's not mine that belongs to Disney…belongs to Disney. On with the story!


Unlike students who had practice getting up early in the morning for the first day of school, it was a brand new experience for twenty-two year old Troy Bolton. Especially since this was his first time getting up early in the morning to go to school, on the first day of school as a teacher. Usually he was a very confident man, having no problem facing his troubles head on, but this…well…this was something that he had worked so hard on and was going to be judge on how well his performance was in front of a bunch of teenagers.

That morning Troy had laid in his bed her arm thrown over his face to keep the sunlight from the sunrise out of his eyes. His mind had been drifting back to the night before. He and his friends had been out the night before celebrating Troy's new job.

They had decided to go to no other place than Hooters. No it wasn't Troy's idea but instead his best friends Chad's. Troy just decided to go with the flow, it was just pointless to argue with Chad when it had anything to deal with boobs and ass.

"To Troy!" Chad had called out holding a beer in his hand. "Let's just hope that Troy is treated the way that he treated his teachers when he was in school."

Troy shook his head in amusement. "Thank you Chad."

Chad nodded his head and patted Troy on the back before his eyes traveled to a Hooters girl.

"I still can't believe that you decided to become a teacher Troy." Zeke said sitting across from him a beer in his hand also. "Of all things."

"Damn guys you're acting like that's all I'm going to do. I am the new basketball coach also." Troy said accepting his snow craps from a blonde Hooters girl.

"Yeah by luck." Chad said reaching over and snapping a crap leg off. "If it wasn't for that old geezer who quit you wouldn't have got it."

Troy scoffed at him and began to eat.

"We're going to miss you man. Being so far away." Jason said taking a sloppy bite of his burger.

"It's not that far guys. You can still visit me anytime."

Moving to Albuquerque was a decision that Troy had no problem making. After his abnormal and surprise breakup from his girlfriend he knew that he could no longer stay in Torreon. Thinking about Madison made Troy both extremely miserable but upset also. Even after two months he still couldn't help but be surprise that he and Madison wasn't together anymore.

He hadn't been able to get her face out of his dreams for weeks. She was a seductive young woman. Her sun-kissed hair flowed over her shoulders and reached her lower back, it was extremely curly and Troy loved it. Her green eyes could pull the most unwilling person in. She was smoothly calculated especially with her feminine charm. Troy had never heard her raise her voice not once…except for the day the break-up happened.

Troy had shook his head at the thought and returned to the party at hand, letting go and celebrating.

Now lying in bed Troy actually did think about his break-up with Madison.

He remembered it like it was yesterday. He had just gotten home from another depressing day of job searching. It had seemed like no one needed a music teacher because either they already had one or they didn't have a music program. Having major in music and physical education was a surprise to everyone in Troy's life. Well…the music at least, though surprisingly his family and friends accepted it. So he thought.

He had made his way into the kitchen throwing his keys down on the small table. He was starving and opened the refrigerator to get something to snack on. When he had gotten a bottle of Gatorade and closed the door he was surprised when Madison suddenly showed up.

"Hey baby." He walked over to her and gave her a soft kiss on the lips.

She said nothing but gave him a tight smile.

Troy made his way back to the living room and sat down cutting the t.v on, Madison followed.

"How was your day?" He asked her turning to sports center.

"It was alright. I guess." She said softly.

Troy looked over at her and frowned. "What happened?"

She shrugged her shoulders. "I've been thinking."

"About?"

"What I want in life." she cleared her throat and sat down next to him and grabbed his hand. "I was wondering if you were still pursuing this teaching thing."

"Of course." He asked surprised. "You know I want to teach music Maddie."

"Yeah I know but…" she sighed deeply "What about…money."

Troy smirked. "What do you mean money?"

"Troy teaching doesn't make a lot of money. How do you plan on supporting me and our lifestyle? A teaching salary isn't going to help us. Couldn't you work for your father?"

Troy scoffed and let go of her hand. "I don't want to work for him. I want to make it on my own. I don't want to have to depend on my family for the rest of my life. Yeah they help me out here and there but—"

"But what!" Madison stood up and looked down angrily at him. "Being a fucking teacher isn't the career that I saw my future having. A teacher Troy?"

Troy shook his head.

"I don't see what the big deal is. We'll be fine baby. We'll have all that we need. We'll work and—"

"We?" she laughed and shook her head. "No. I'm not going to work. We wouldn't have to worry about this if you just take the job your father offered you."

Troy stood up and sat his drink on his table. He stared at Madison. "I told you Maddie I'm not going to accept it. What the hell is wrong with you? I thought you supported me in this."

"Well I thought is just a phase or something."

Troy looked at her scoffing softly. He crossed his arms, knowing not what to do. He loved Maddie more than anything in his life. He would do anything for her and he thought that she would do anything for him. He didn't ever think that she would deny him his passion.

"There's only one thing to do if you won't give up this little dream." He heard her say.

He looked up at her and narrowed his eyes. She had her hand on hip and her eyes to the ground.

"Little dream?" he licked his lips. "And what would that be?"

"I'll leave you." She said simply.

Troy threw his head back and laughed towards the ceiling.

"Oh wow…you're funny."

"I'm serious Troy. I can't be with anyone who can't support me."

Troy stopped laughing and looked at her.

"So what is it going to be? Your dream or me?"

Troy's mouth dropped open a little. "You're giving me an ultimatum?"

She shrugged her shoulders.

"No." he said. "You can't break up with me. I love you. You love me. I promise this will work." He walked towards her "I'll even try and get a coaching job and get paid more. Madison…"

"Me or the job."

It had taken a lot for Troy to finally get from under his parents. His father had actually owned the Albuquerque Thunderbirds, which was a semi-pro basketball team. He did love his parents but he wanted to earn his way through the world. Through life. It had been hard at first seeing how he had to pay his own bills with his own money but he did it and he loved the freedom of doing it. Going back to his parents now would seem like he failed. His parents had been proud of him, and he knew he would be a failure to them and himself if he did that.

He looked at Madison but couldn't say anything.

"I guess I have my answer." She said.

Troy reached out and grabbed her arm pulling her towards him.

"No! Maddie! Madison. Please don't. I love you and I know you love me!"

"Let me go Troy." She mumbled.

"No. Madison, look at me. Look at me!" Troy grabbed her face and stared into his deep green eyes. "Don't do this to me. I love you so much."

Neither one of them said anything for a few seconds. Troy ran his fingers through her coiled hair. He leaned down and swept his lips against hers. He plunge his tongue in her small mouth, wanting her to feel, wanting her to understand how much he loved her. He rejoiced when he felt her respond to the assault.

He leaned back and smiled at her.

"I love you Madison. It'll be alright." He leaned down to kiss her again but felt her hand push him away.

"No Troy. You made your decision."

She pushed back from him and walked into the bedroom that they shared leaving Troy standing there in shock.

She had left an hour later with two suit cases.

"I'll be back for the rest of my stuff." Was the last things she had said to him that day.

He had seen her a few times, always having fun with her friends, or dating other guys as though what they had non-existent. Troy couldn't stand it. He had began to search outside of Torreon for work, and of all places he found work in Albuquerque. He couldn't stand to be around someone who acted as though what they had was nothing. Five years. Five years he had been with her and she just left. They had planned on getting married after college, Troy was just about to go out and actually a buy an engagement ring. Well at least he didn't waste any money.

Troy shook his head from the depressing memories before he got up and got ready for his first day of teaching. He quickly took a shower and dressed. He was lucky to have finally found a job where he could teach Music and coach basketball.

Music and basketball was his passion. If he could write a song about basketball and have his team perform it while they played he would, though it probably wouldn't work out. His mother had drove music into him while his father drove basketball. There wasn't any competition on which one he loved more. He had began to play the piano and basketball since before he could remember. The guitar was introduced to him when he was in fifth grade and he loved it. There was no doubt about what he wanted to do once he went to college. He had thought his parents, especially his father would be upset at his major but was surprised when he accepted it, and was even more thrilled with his physical education minor.

After he finished getting dressed, Troy gathered his supplies that he would need for his classes. He had a total of four music classes, and two gym classes. He grabbed the flyers for try-outs for the varsity basketball team.

Of what he learned from the principal the East High Wildcats were well…a horrible team. They hadn't won once single game in five years. Their coach had retired last year, Troy just thought he gave up, so they needed a new coach and Troy was determined to win at least once game this year.

He made sure that he had everything before he made his way out of his apartment and on his way to school. He had turned his music up loudly in his red mustang, trying to calm his nervers. He had hoped that that my students would treat him with the same respect that he had not treated his teachers. Oh god this was going to be a nightmare.

He pulled into the school's parking lot. There wasn't many car or students there. He was pretty early. After parking he took his armful of papers and materials and made his way into the school.

He walked into the brightly lit office and smiled down at the older women secretary that sat behind the desk. Troy had came to like the women very much especially the few weeks before school started when he was setting up his classroom and getting use to the school.

"Good Morning Mr. Bolton." She said in a sweet voice.

Troy smiled at her. "Good morning Mrs. Jordan." He walked over to the small mailboxes that each teacher had and took out a few notices, just about the start of school, and locker combinations for his homeroom class.

"Nervous on your first day?" she asked.

Troy chuckled. "You have no idea."

"Oh you'll be okay. Just be cool and relax. They can smell fear you know and they'll take advantage."

Troy laughed and nodded his head before he made his way out the office and towards his classroom that was down in the basement. He sat his papers there and looked up at the black and white clock that was in the back of the classroom. He still needed to put up flyers for tryout for the basketball team, he was starting fresh with the team, only the best would make it…well the best of the worst.

He grabbed the stack of flyers and a few pushpins before making his way out of his classroom and continued to walk throughout the school posting the flyer where ever he say a bulletin board. He was almost done when he noticed that the school was beginning to fill with more and more students.

He took his cell phone out and looked down at the time, almost time for class. He turned around and started to make his way back to his classroom when he was stopped by Mrs. Darbus.

He had only met Mrs. Darbus once and she had left an impression. She talked nothing else about how life was a performance and some other crap. Troy kinda tuned her out.

"Mr. Bolton! Just the man I've been searching for." She said loudly.

He smiled, "Hmm…we'll I'm glad you finally found me."

"I wanted to talk to you about the Fall Musical."

Troy raised his eyebrows. "What about it?"

"Well of course we need music and seeing how you're the music teacher…" she left off smiling.

Troy sighed. "I don't know Mrs. Darbus. I don't write musicals."

"Oh Mr. Bolton of course you do. Now I have a student that you would be working with to take some of the pressure off. Her name is Kelsi Neilson and she is wonderful for a girl her age."

Troy smacked his lips together. "I'm not sure. I mean I have basketball practice, and my music class as well as my P.E. classes. I just don't know…"

"Please Mr. Bolton. It would mean the world to me and to East High."

Troy sighed in defeat and nodded his head. Mrs. Darbus went on telling him all about what the musical was about. Troy looked up at the big clock that was in the hallway and nearly cursed.

"I'll try and do the best that I can Mrs. Darbus. Classes are getting ready to start."

They said their good-byes and Troy rushed to his first class. He was nervous as he looked out on the adolescents that smirked up at him in a wicked way. He tried to become cool and collected, He traied his voice not to tremble as he went over his expectations and rules. Some students were obnoxious and Troy found it a little hard to put his foot down, he wanted to be liked but he wanted to be respected first. He talked to the students and tried to get to know them asking them questions that would interest them. The students seemed to relax after chatting with him, though there was a few who still wanted to act bad ass.

A couple of classes later Troy cursed as he made his way to his classroom. He was late. He had went to the office wanting to get some index cards and tried to make it on time but that didn't work out for him.

He walked in and saw his students already sitting. A few was talking but he didn't mind until he got set up. He placed his things taking out attendance sheet to get things started.

He began to call out names, making the ones that were on his list was actually present.

"Gabriella Montez." He called out. He didn't hear a responding. "Gabriella?" He was getting ready to mark her absent when he heard a soft voice speak up.

"Right here Mr. Bolton."

He looked towards the voice and felt his heart jump. He thought that Madison was beautiful. This girl that he sat eyes on was beyond beauty. She was simply breathtaking. His eyes began their travel at her black hair and leisurely moved all the way to her manicured toenails. He could feel his senses ignite and he felt his body come alive with desire.

She possessed the existed face of an angel, the body of a goddess. Her breasts were firm and ample. Her waste was the smallest he had even seen; her hips seemed rounded and slim. Her legs were slender and seemed very strong...maybe strong enough to wrap around his waist.

Troy eyes snapped quickly back to his paper. What the hell! What the hell was he thinking? He acted as if he had never seen a human with a pair of tits before. She was his student for goodness sake. A student!

He continued to quickly go through the rest of the list noting that Kelsi Neilson was in his class. As much as he wanted to continue to study the stunning creature he avoided eye contact with her. Nothing good could come from looking at her. He didn't know if he would be able to do this for the rest of the school year. Maybe he could have her move out of his class…no that would raise suspicious, especially since he didn't have a reason. She had done nothing but look like a goddess.

He continued to talk about the usually things that he talked about in every other single one of his classes. He did not look at her. He handed out index cards asking them about their experiences in music when he reached his temptation he ignored her, and handed Kelsi who was sitting next to her two of them…making her hand one to Gabriella.

Troy went to sit at his desk while the students did the assignments. He was trying to concentrate on the index cards that he had received from his other classes but his mind wouldn't let him. He glanced up to find her writing the assignment. She looked a little irritated as she scribbled on the index card. He shook his head slightly. She really was the beautiful.

No Troy. She is your student. She's probably underage and you could go to jail just by looking at her.

Troy took her eyes off of her and continued to do what he was doing. Minutes passes and Troy dismissed the students as they came up to his desk to drop off their cards he took them from the students glancing over each one.

He saw her out the corner of his eyes as she got up. Troy kept his eyes on his desk and his grip tightened on the cards.

"Here you go Mr. Bolton."

Troy bit the inside of his lip as he listened to her voice. He was so smooth and soft.

"Go ahead and set it on my desk Miss. Montez."

What Troy really wanted to say was 'go ahead and sit on my desk Miss. Montez.' though he knew that wasn't going to happen.

She had stayed in front of him for a few more seconds before she threw the card down. Troy looked up and walked as she walked out his eyes on her ass. He scoffted and rolled his eyes. God this was going to be a long year.

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Troy went out for lunch not wanting to eat the school's food. He was impressed by the black Karma that was parked next to his and he wondered who owned such an expensive car. He didn't go anywhere fancy, but instead went to a Wendy's.

He decided to eat in his car while he continued to think about Gabriella. Gabriella Montez. He wondered how old she was, what kind of student was she. She was obviously a bit sarcastic seeing how on her index card she wrote that her experience from music was singing in a hair brush and listening to Maroon 5. He liked Maroon 5 also. Damn it! He wasn't suppose to be thinking of his student.

After eating Troy pulled back up to school. He had a couple of more minutes before he had his gym class. He walked up to the school and went towards the gym throwing his Wendy's cup in the trash before he went through the double doors of the boy's locker room to his office.

When he had first acquired the office it was plain and boring with no sort of school spirit at all. Troy and personally decorated it All sorts of East High memorabilia. He wanted his team to know that he believed in them and would cheer them on through anything. He listened as the bell run and knew that his gym class would be entering the gym.

Locking his office he made his way to the gym class a whistle around his neck and his attendance sheet in his hand. He stood over to one side of the bleachers motioning for the students to take a seat in front of him.

If he could have groaned out loud without drawing attention to himself he would have. Damn it! Damn it! Damn it! Out of all elective classes in this school she had to take gym. Troy looked down at the paper so she wouldn't notice that he was staring at her, because God knows he was staring at her.

He watched from beneath his eyelashes as she sat down on the first bleacher. She had leaned back and put her elbows on the bleacher in back of her. Her chest was thrust out and if Troy didn't know better he would have thought that she did it on purpose.

The bell rung to finally start class and Troy was grateful to do anything else besides having his attention on her.

"Welcome to gym class. For those who don't know me yet, I'm coach or Mr. Bolton. I want to try and make this as painless as possible but we will be physically active." He took a deep breath as he thought about Gabriella being physically active with him. "First of all if you're late and do not have a note from a teacher or staff member you will have to run two laps. We will do different activities each week. Of course I'm not going to be giving out test but there will be an obstacle course at the end of the semester…if you complete it you pass the activity, if not well…we'll see how you're attendance and activity is." He sighed and continued his speech. "As for dress code. Shorts and sweat pants are allowed as well as a tee-shirt of some kind. Please be modest for your dressing. I'll stop class ten minutes early to get dressed and if you want to take a quick shower you can. Any questions?"

Troy eyes roamed over Gabriella as she had her hand raised. Troy cleared his throat as he tried not to long at her tanned legs that were crossed.

"Yes Miss Montez?"

"So you mean I can't wear a pair of booty shorts?" she asked innocently. A couple of guys in the class whooped.

Troy grounded his teeth together. Why the hell would she ask that unless she knew that he thought of her in that way? No, she couldn't. Troy didn't look at her as he answered her.

"Umm…yes Miss Montez. It means that you cannot wear shorts that short. "

"But what if those are the only shorts I have?"

"Do you not have any basketball shorts?"

He asked sighing loudly really not wanting to talk to her.

"hmmm…nope I don't believe I do."

"Well go buy some."

"Don't have the money."

Troy finally looked at her and narrowed his eyes as he saw the smirk on her luscious lips.

"Ask your friends."

"They all wear booty shorts also."

He pressed his lips together and looked at the other students. Some of them laughing at the predicament he was in.

"Is there any other questions?"

"Yeah when are basketball tryouts?" a boy asked from behind Gabriella.

"This Saturday at ten a.m." he answered. "Now anymore questions about this class?"

"I have another question."

Troy looked at Gabriella. "Yes." He said irritably.

"Are we going to do any activities that require us to get…dirty?"

Troy took a deep breath in order to calm the lower region of his body.

"Okay since I know no one has any gym clothes why don't you guys just shoot some basketball for now. And I want everyone to participate. If you don't…zero for today."

Troy watched as some students rapidly made their way to the basketball while others slowly did. He turned his back on Gabriella seeing how she didn't move. His eyes paid attention to the boys who were trying to shoot layups and three point shots. Was this going to be the kids that tried out? Troy shook his head.

"So are you ever going to give me an answer Mr. Bolton?"

Troy tensed but didn't turn around as he heard her voice.

"I gave you plenty of answers."

"But I gave you an defense for each one."

He looked out the corner of his eye and saw her next to him.

"So Mr. Bolton where are you from?"

"Aren't you suppose to be playing basketball."

"I don't know how." She said softly. "Can you teach me?"

Troy sighed deeply. He was getting tired of sighing so much around her. Was this really how it was going to be for the rest of the year?

"I'm sure you can toss a basketball into a hoop."

"How's your first day?" She asked completely ignoring his statement.

Troy shrugged. "It's been good so far I guess."

"I'm guessing no one has played any pranks or anything?"

"Nope." He shook his head. "Should I be watching out for them?"

"Well Mrs. Darbus threatened us, well at least the seniors."

Troy nodded his head and smiled. "Well I'll watch out for them."

She laughed and Troy felt as if he was punched in the stomach. She had a striking laugh that made him actually tremble. He stole a look towards her. She had her arms crossed and was looking over the gym floor at her classmates.

"So are we going to win at least one game this year?" she asked.

Troy kept his eyes on her and nodded. "Hopefully. I'm going to try my best."

"That's good. I mean, East high is all about school spirit, but it's kinda hard when you're basketball team loses every game they play."

"I would guess so. This year will be different."

"You better." She turned to look at him and smiled brightly nudging her shoulder into his arm. Troy almost jumped three feet in the air as she touched him. He swallowed tightly and moved slightly away.

"Miss. Montez you really need to go participate or I'll be force to give you a zero."

He heard her scoff and leave his side.

Troy didn't take his eyes off of her. He watched as she went over to a girl and snatch a basketball away from her. She attempted to shoot the ball into the basket but failed each time. She laughed out loud as one of the guys made fun of her and she threw the basketball at him. She then walked to another girl and took the basket ball from her. Troy frowned.

She didn't shoot the ball put instead cocked her hip and held the ball against her, watching her fellow classmates shoot the ball. Troy walked around the gym and noticed a guy walk up to her. They talked and Gabriella laughed making Troy walk a little closer to them to see what was so funny. He pretended to be interested with the rest of the class.

"I can't stand her." Gabriella said.

"What did she ever do to you?" The guy asked laughing

"She was born and came into my life. " she said nastily. "Besides have you seen the shoes that she wears? Nasty."

"And her clothes. Can you say Goodwill?" The guy laughed.

"I wouldn't be surprised if she got her clothes from a trash bag from a fucking homeless person." Gabriella laughed.

Troy looked to where they were talking and noticed a small girl. She had to be no more than a sophomore. Gym class didn't go by grade. So any grades were mixed when it came to gym classes.

The girl was a little mousey looking. Her blonde hair was lifeless and stringy. She had big wide hazel eyes that seemed to be too big for her face, though they were pretty. Her lips were thin and her skin very pale. Her clothes were not the latest fashion and he could tell that her self confidence was below normal. She stood off to the side dribbling a ball by herself.

Troy had had enough of Gabriella and her little friend talking. He walked behind them and cleared his thoat loudly.

"I suggest you two get back to playing and stop talking or I will give you a zero either way." He said strongly.

They both jumped and looked at him. He stared at them firmly in the eye before the quickly walked away and continued to play. Troy shook his head in disappointment. Figures…the girl that he had an obsession with in one day was a bitch. He was going to have a great year at East High, he thought sarcastically.


Authors Note: so how did everyone like the chapter. Just to let everyone no I have nothing against the goodwill or homeless people or anything like that…I'm just making Gabriella into a bitch for right now…so yeah no harm intended. I want to thank SerenityStarz for the line "go ahead and sit on my desk miss montez." That she left in a review which I thought was hilarious. Okay now please read and review!!