This is somewhat of an experiment. I know a lot of people don't like reading in the first person point of view, but I had this thought so I went with it. It's AU and my first one at that so please read it and tell me what you think.

I used to be a happy nerd. Well, I was happy after I got contacts, no one looks good in glasses. I mean I suppose some people look good in glasses, but I didn't. At least I couldn't look hot in glasses, of course with my fashion sense (or major lack there of) there really wasn't a good chance of that anyway, but a girl can try right? So I got my contacts, we moved yet again and I was perfectly happy.

Alright no, I wasn't perfectly happy. East High wasn't exactly my ideal high school to spend my whole junior year in. Which if you think about the percentage of kids who spend all four years in the same school sounds really weird.

My mom and I move around, a lot. It's her job, but I've never really minded moving very much. I mean I've lived all over the country and most other people my age have lived in what two maybe three different places tops. I roughly attend two schools a year, I don't think I've stayed at one school for two semesters since fifth grade. Which really puts a damper on making friends, as you might imagine. So you can understand why I was so excited about living in Albuquerque, I might actually make a close friend or two this year.

And making friends is good right? Of course it is and East High is relatively clean, has decent sized class rooms, and a lot of after school activities. It's just, I don't know maybe I've been spoiled (I spent my first half of sophomore year in Hollywood-on a full scholarship of course. Have I mentioned that I'm practically a genius? No? Go figure, you'd think I would want people to know that I could skip ahead to collage if I wanted to. Guess I'm just shy…) or something but East High just seems so…blah. White walls, off white lockers, their sports team is called the 'Wildcats' for Gods sake. I mean really, if the school is going to sponsor idiots to run around and score points, which they probably couldn't even keep track of with out a scoreboard, then they should at least pick a less generic name. But that might just be my sarcasm talking.

As it turned out though East High wasn't so bad. Taylor McKessie, captain of the Mathletes and a self-proclaimed brainiac adopted me into her clique on the first day. I suppose now you're wondering why someone as sarcastic and (somewhat) witty as I am is gravitating towards loserville. I suppose it's partly because of my image, as I've said before my fashion sense is somewhat lacking (I wore turtlenecks up until seventh grade). I think that the biggest part of my nerdy-ness though is my mouth. It has an annoying tendency of saying nothing that my brain wants it too. Or worse I start talking and thinking math when people talk to me.

For example, a cute guy walks up to me and asks what we had for homework in Social Studies. Instead of answering him I look at his clothes and think, 'If his shirt, jeans, and shoes are all made in China, then what's the probability that his socks are made in Taiwan?'. Just when he's starting to edge away I'll panic and blurt out, "Did you know that there's a good chance that your socks were made in China?"

But my real geekiness shows (to me anyway) when instead of thinking 'How stupid of me! I should have told him the homework.' I think, 'How stupid of me! Of course his socks were made in China, everything's made in China these days!'. It's scary I know.

I learned another good thing about East High about a week after school started, cliques don't really matter so much. Like, in the Seattle school I spent some of my freshman year at jocks and nerds didn't even speak to each other. Even the popular kids didn't mix with the jocks, and no one switched cliques. Ever.

It's not like jocks and brainiacs eat together or mingle or anything (this school still has some respect for cliques) but it's perfectly acceptable for a jock (a very very hot jock I might add) to walk right up to one of us and say, "Hey McKessie. Got five bucks?". And then it's alright for that nerd to tell the jock to go to hell. Which Taylor did. So the jock turned to me.

"Hey, you got five dollars? Oh you're the new girl right?" I had no idea how he knew that, I still have no idea how he knew that.

"Yeah, hi I'm Gabriella." So far so good, I hadn't insulted him yet and I hadn't spoken about socks either. I was on a roll.

"Gabriella…?"

"Oh! Montez." It took me a few seconds to figure out that he was looking for my last name, after that he just kinda stood there so I decided to attempt to be cool and ask his name. But of course since it's me I just settled for a questioning look.

"I'm Troy Bolton by the way." Troy Bolton, obviously a jock and uber cute, this was probably my only chance to impress him. Talk about mission impossible.

"Did you know that your socks were probably made in China?" Damn. I was so close to escaping this conversation with out a stupid, stupid comment like that one.

This is where it gets scary. He didn't laugh at me or walk away or anything. Troy just looked me in the eye and said,

"Actually they're from Pakistan."

But the scariest part was that I couldn't tell if he was joking or not. I have this knack of picking peoples personalities apart, by the time I've finished evaluating the person I know exactly what makes them tick and why. I already knew Taylor was a sucker for a good math equation, didn't think about boys that much, and made fun of the jocks because she was jealous that most of them would get collage scholarships and she wouldn't, even though she was smarter than all of them combined. It was pretty safe to say that I could look forward to a future in psychology. As hard as I tried though I just couldn't figure Troy Bolton out. This was definitely going to keep me up tonight.

"So…" As amazing as it might seem he was still standing there, and if it was someone normal-er than me this might seem…well normal. Of course it is me so after mentally planing different witty comments and the effect that they might have, I blinked at him before he asked, "Do you have five dollars?"

I did happen to have exactly five dollars in my purse so I gave it to him. I could only blame this stupidity on hormones, or maybe Troy himself, no person should be that hot as well as confusing.

"Well that was stupid of you." Taylor told me as we walked towards our lockers. Taylor was my first friend here and I didn't want to offend her by saying that I didn't know what she was talking about so I decided to take a subtle course of action.

"Uh…what was?" So maybe subtlety wasn't one of my strong points.

"You gave away your money for the test."

"I'm sorry, what test?" Apparently neither was perception, but for the life of me I couldn't figure out why I would have to pay five dollars to take a test. Had the rules changed? When? Taylor looked at me as if I was an idiot and admittedly I was kind of acting like one.

"The compatibility test." Oh right. That test. The one that the school gave out once a year. Apparently the idea was to match students up with other compatible students based on the answers they gave on a survey. And the money-sucking little (let's keep it PG here) um, money-suckers on the board of supervisors charged five dollars for the list of the top five guys (or girls depending on your gender) you matched up with. A great way for me to make friends now that I thought of it. So naturally I asked Taylor for five dollars and thankfully she had taken an extra five with her in case she lost the first one. Thank God for my friend's money, and you know her amazingly giving personality.

The match test/survey was ten questions of pure nonsense. It was somewhat fun to fill out though. But some of the questions were just stupid.

Does the color red remind you of…

A. violence

B. activity

C. anger

This was one of the stupider ones, and it being the first question it really didn't give me hope for the other nine. I chose B. by the way.

You think of yourself as…

A. Calm and relaxed

B. Energetic and fun loving

C. Rebellious and opinionated

Where was D. insane and geeky? I chose A. for lack of a better option.

Your ideal date is…

A. Dinner and a movie

B. A concert

C. A walk in the park

It really all depends on which movie is showing doesn't it? Still A. was the best option.

Your life is…

A. One boring day after another

B. A new adventure everyday

C. Always changing.

Based on all the moves I'd been though and all the places I'd lived C. was a pretty obvious answer. And of course how could I forget my all time favorite question?

If you were an ice-cream flavor you would be…

A. Fat-free vanilla frozen yogurt.

B. Chocolate

C. Neapolitan

Who cared what ice cream flavor I was? Not me. I chose C. again because I supposed that the different flavors could represent the different places I'd lived in. I really don't want to bore you with the other five questions (some of which I kinda forgot) so let's just skip the rest of the day (decidedly boring) and head straight to the end of ninth period, shall we?

At the end of the day all paying students were handed little white envelopes with our compatible matches inside. Apparently your number one match was a big deal or something because it was printed on a separate slip of paper. I didn't recognize any of the four names on the first list, big surprise there. I was actually beginning to wonder what had possessed me to pay for the names of people I didn't know when I looked at the final name one the other sheet of paper.

5. Henry Blanche
4. Jacob Henderson
3. Jeffery Simm
2. Samuel Kenderick

1. Troy Bolton

Great.

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