Hey, here's my new story Forbidden Fruit. It's about Gabriella as a junior in college who falls for her young and very good-looking new teacher Troy. They both know that they are forbidden fruit for each other but they might not be able to stay away. They both have somewhat of a baggage to begin with as well, Gabriella just broke up with her boyfriend of a year and a half...

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Here's chapter 1...

I looked at the empty bed table in front of me, where a picture of me and Marcus had been standing just a few weeks ago. My eyes travelled to the trashcan standing under the old, wooden desk next to the bed and I tried to swallow the huge bump that was starting to build up in my throat. I noticed how someone had emptied the trashcan, and I realized that the picture was probably gone forever.

I was back to reality, where I actually had to get out of bed more than to eat, use the bathroom or take a shower occasionally. I was back at Cal State Long Beach, where I had found my boyfriend of a year and a half in bed with some other girl right before Christmas break. My family's annual trip over Christmas to my grandparent's house in Alaska hadn't been more perfect. I had been able to escape for three weeks, without talking to anyone of my friends. As soon as we got there, I turned off my cell phone and went straight to bed. I don't remember that I had been crying much, I had just been laying there in my bed, sleeping for several hours straight every day. It was a relief to have been able to run away from everything, but the huge hole in my heart, tearing at my insides every time I tried to breathe, refused to heal. I could still feel it. When I walked, talked, ate or slept; it was always there, reminding me of the pain Marcus caused me.

I looked at Taylor's side of the dorm room, she was already unpacked. Her bed was made, all her school stuff was neatly organized on her desk and I could also catch a glimpse of her color coordinated closet. I wish I could have that same motivation to unpack my two gigantic suitcases, covering whatever empty space we had in our tiny dorm room. I guess I could use the fact that I had spent two extra days up in Alaska when our semester had actually started as an excuse, but I knew Taylor wouldn't buy it.

I grabbed a pair of jeans shorts and a clean t-shirt from one of my suitcases and got changed out of my sweats and my hoodie. I had already missed my first morning class, and if I didn't get ready soon, I knew I would be late for my next class as well. I looked at the big, black hoodie decorating my unmade bed, and felt the tears burning against my eyelids. It was Marcus's hoodie. I had stolen it from him last year and I had practically lived in it ever since. I had loved it more than any other piece of clothing I owned, but now that I looked at it I felt disgusted. I grabbed it and showed it down in the trashcan under my desk, the same trashcan that had been the victim of having every single picture of me and him thrown at it a few weeks ago.

The exact same second a single tear rolled down one of my cheeks, the door to our dorm got flung open and Taylor stormed in. "Gabriella Montez! Where the hell have you been!"

I turned my back to her quickly and tried to dry my eyes without her noticing anything.

I cleared my throat. "Alaska, I told you that" I mumbled under my breath, and started to unpack my clothes as a distraction.

"For three weeks! I thought you were going to come back early for New Years! You couldn't have picked up the phone once to call me? I'm your best friend!" I could tell that she was mad, but I also knew that she was going to get over it as soon as she understood why I had left the way I had.

"There's never reception up there, you know that" I said quietly and swallowed.

I felt her hand on my shoulder, and I spun around quickly. "Gabi, what happened!" She demanded and looked me straight in the eyes.

I couldn't hold it in anymore. Tears started streaming down my face, and her expression went from shock to complete terror as she pulled me in to a hug.

"Gabriella, you need to talk to me!" She insisted and held me close.

I tried to calm myself down, but still held my head close to her shoulder as I started explaining myself. "He cheated on me. Marcus cheated on me. The day before Christmas break. I found him in bed with some random girl. I couldn't take it. I had to leave" I stuttered out. I couldn't talk in anything other than half-complete sentences, but I knew it would be enough for Taylor to understand completely.

"Oh my God… Honey, I'm so sorry!" Taylor whispered and rubbed my back gently. I could feel her stroke the back of my head with her other hand, and I wished I could stay in that moment forever. Just me and my best friend.

But reality sucked. Reality meant classes, and classes meant future.

"I'm going to be late for my Advanced Calculus class, Taylor. We'll talk later, okay?" I murmured and pulled away from her motherly grip.

She softly wiped my cheeks with her thumbs and smiled carefully. "You know what? I'll walk you to your class, how about that?"

I nodded slowly and tried to give her a smile back, but I bet it only looked like a weird grimace.

We walked arm in arm through campus towards the math building where I was headed. "I just thought that you had packed all your stuff and left early for Alaska so that you could come home earlier, I had no idea you just threw everything away and left. I wish you would have talked to me or something. And just name it and I'll beat him up for you, it would make me feel a lot better" Taylor said as we made a short-cut over a lawn to get to the building faster. It was a little too cold to wear shorts and a t-shirt, but I was used to the unbearably cold winter in Alaska by now so I couldn't care less.

"I'm sorry, but I couldn't handle anything. I couldn't even think about it. I guess I felt like I had to run away" I explained and spotted the all too familiar entrance to my math building where I felt like most of my classes were held. "And I'll keep the beat up in mind, just in case" I added and smiled.

"Well I'm sorry, I had no idea. But I mean, it's not like I hang out with Marcus on my spare time anyways..." She said and shrugged her shoulders.

I opened the double doors and we both stepped inside. "And you know what makes this whole situation even more perfect? I have this next class with Marcus" I told her and sighed. I had tried to avoid thinking about it. I knew it would be impossible to ignore him, but I would at least try my very best.

Taylor gave me a sympathetic look and hugged me. "The fact that you're ten minutes late might make it more perfect" She said which made me groan loudly.

"Alright, I'll see you later Taylor!" I said and ran towards my classroom.

I jerked the door opened and stepped inside. Almost fifty curious faces were turned to me, and I was able to spot Marcus face in just a matter of a few minutes. It did however take me a bit longer to realize that there was a new teacher sitting in Mr. Lyons desk, and I looked at him strangely.

"Who are you?" I asked without thinking. I could hear the rudeness just a few milliseconds after the words left my lips and I regretted it right away.

He tilted his head and smirked at me. This guy couldn't be more than thirty years old, and he was very handsome. Very, very handsome. "Funny, I could ask you the same thing" Was all he said.

The classroom was dead silent, and everyone was shifting their eyes between me and this new teacher.

It took me a couple of seconds to react. "Oh! I'm Gabriella Montez, I'm in this class. I was in Alaska over Christmas break, that's why I was a few days late this semester" I explained, and realized that I might have shared a little too much information than needed.

Somehow, this guy made me a little nervous, and I was never nervous. It might be the way his blue eyes were watching me, observing my every move.

"And is that why you were late today as well, Miss Montez?" He asked, crossed his arms and leaned back in his chair.

I swallowed and tried to think before I spoke this time, but I had no idea what to say. "No… I was… I'm sorry" I felt like I was back at High School in Albuquerque again, waiting to get a tardy from my horrible English teacher.

"Well have a seat Miss Montez, and one of your class mates might explain to you that I am your new Calc teacher since your old one, Mr. Lyons, passed away over Christmas break due to extensive damage to his liver caused by his excessive consumption of alcohol" The new teacher explained very descriptive and got up from his seat and walked over to the board.

I opened my mouth to say something, but nothing came out. Mr. Lyons was dead? It felt so unreal.

"We were talking about Law of Sine's and Law of Cosines, but you should all recognize this from High school, right?" The teacher said as I got a seat, on the opposite side of the room from Marcus, ignoring his stares and careful waves.

I was still in a little bit of a state of shock, but I tried not to show it since no one else in the classroom seemed to care that our teacher was dead.

"Oh and Miss Montez!" I dropped my book when the teacher turned around and spoke directly to me. "I'm Mr. Bolton. Troy Bolton" He smirked at me, and I felt my heart skip a beat.

Correction; he wasn't handsome, he was gorgeous.

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