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Gabriella Victoria Cecilia Louise Isabelle Valentina Sonia Carlonie Montez

A peacefully sleeping seventeen year old girl wakes up from her beautiful dreams by a loud noises coming from her bedroom door.

"Gabriella!!"

"Hmm?"

"Breakfast in one hour!!"

"Shit!!"

The still half asleep beauty jumps out of her warm cocoon, made by very expensive satin sheets from Turkey, and of her extremely comfy king sized bed. Walking slowly to what she thought was the bathroom door, it is pretty tough to see in a dim room whit half closed eyes. The drowsy brunette finally after what seemed like forever, laid a small hand on the door handle.

(Gabriella´s POV)

Now I was going to take a long warms shower in the… closet?!

Damn, wrong door!

You´d think that after four years of living in this room you´d get used to it.

Nope… not Gabriella.

"Stupid shoes!"

After ten more minutes of tripping over shoes and such and walking into walls, I reached the right door. The bathroom!!

Opening the door and flicking on the light switch I breathe a sigh of relief. It really was the bathroom. I turned on the water in the shower for it to get warm. I looked in the mirror over the sink and a familiar girl looked back at me. The long, midnight black, curly locks that cascaded down my shoulders, and reached my mid back. My tanned skin that I partly got from my Spanish family and partly from my Greek. My pinkish, very kissable lips that every guy, at least once, had a wet dream about. The little, perfectly shaped nose and high cheekbones was the Montez signature, but my eyes was only mine. Big and curious, surrounded by thick and long lashes, colored the same as my hair. Mystical, chocolate brown orbs that had the ability to change color by mood. 

When I got mad, they turned black, people then knew that this was not the time to mess whit me. Not that I got mad THAT often.

I just got a little annoyed, which then turned to heated, then angry and the last state: furious. That's when you don't even think about going near me.

Right now, my orbs were the classical light brown people knew them as. But there was tiny, tiny red treds in the white that you got to lean forward to see. And not totally noticeable bags under my eyes. It was all because of my lack of sleep. I don't know why, but some nights it was just really hard to sleep. I started to think of other things that made it impossible for me to drift off.

I striped of my fitted, white tank top and short light yellow shorts, and then my underwear. I sight in content as I felt the hot water run over my tired body and slowly wake me up. I washed my body and then shampooed my hair. Then it was time for the big finale. The conditioner. Whit the price that normal people would gasp over, but as you may have noticed, I was not even near normal. A smell of passion fruit mixed whit lots of exotic flowers filled the bathroom as I massaged my hair whit it.

After fifteen minutes in the shower I stepped out and grabbed a warm, fluffy royal blue towel that matched the enormous bathroom. It was quite luxurious. Whit a big Jacuzzi and a small wide screen TV on the wall.

I always showered quickly. Partly because I didn't need to shave my legs and such. We had a private spa in the house so my mother forced me to wax once a month. As my mother said, and I quote:"No daughter of mine should be hairy!" It hurt like hell, but it was kind of worth it. At least the boyfriend of mine liked it. The other reason for my short showering is because I never really had the time to relax like that. I was constantly on my way somewhere.

I hurriedly blow dried my hair and swiftly but perfectly fixed it whit a little ridiculous high-priced mouse. It seemed as nothing I used was cheap, not even my socks! No, they were posh Dior silk socks.

I marched out of my bathroom and find that someone had been here to make my bed and open the curtains. The spring/summer sun of Washington D.C was shining through the huge windows. It was a very beautiful sight. But you´d get used to it. A woman in her late twenties come out of the closet doors and closed them whit a bang. I, how was deep in thought and hadn't noticed the woman, jumped at this sound and turned around.



"I'm so sorry Miss Gabriella. I didn't mean to surprise you like that. And I should have knocked."

She said nervously and looked at me how was only dressed in a silk robe.

"It´s okay Clair, I just didn't see you."

I said to the thin blond. Me and Clair was pretty good friends, but Clair was still nervous around me. Not that that was very weird when you thought about how I really was.

"Well in that case, good morning miss. How are we feeling today?"

I smiled a small but genuine smile at her.

" Good morning to you too. And well.. it's alright I guess."

"I guess?"

"Yeah.. well you know. It could have been better."

"Everything alright miss? If I may ask? "

"Yeah.. just tired I think." I smiled sheepishly.

"Well in that case. Your mother was in her just some minutes ago and picked out your clothes for today. There in your closet."

I groaned. It wasn't the latest that my mother liked to pick out my clothes. After all, I was her only daughter. Puhh… Like that was the real reason. She just liked everything to be perfect.

"What have I done to deserve this!?" I said while looking at the roof.

Claire ignored my whining. I was always like this in the mornings. Everybody knew that.

"You should hurry up. Its breakfast in twenty minutes."

"Damn!!" I shouted and run into my closet to get dressed.

Clair laughed a little to herself and left my room.

So let's see what mother dearest have picked out today.´ I thought to myself as I walked forward towards a dress chair were some clothes laid. It was a knitted half long grey dress, whit long sleeves and a pretty deep cleavage. Then there was some long, high heel, brown boots, and a long gold necklaces whit a G on from Tiffany´s. It was special designed just for me. Two different kind of gold bracelets whit diamonds on and a gold clock whit diamonds also from tiffany's. But then under all cloths were the underwear. From my mother's latest lingerie line. I knew that my mother wanted me to wear her design so everyone would buy the same. It was pretty obvious. But why lingerie?! It's not like I was going to flaunt myself to everyone in school. Just my boyfriend. Boy, was he gonna like this one!!

The little panties and the bra was the same light yellow color that complimented my skin. Nice thinking mother. They were both laced and extremely reveling but sexy. And actually very comfy.

I got all my cloths on a fast as I could and sat down at my make-up table to get all fixed. I didn't were much. Just some mascara, highlighter, eyeliner, blush, and my favorite nude lip-gloss whit the taste of cherry my boyfriend adored. One time when I went out on it I decided to try a new flavor. My boyfriend immediately noticed and marched straight to the shop and bought me the cherry tasted one.

When I was all done I took a last look at myself in the mirror and gave a approving nod. I then hurried out once again to the bathroom and brushed my snow white teethes.

"Three minutes left!?" I exclaimed as I took a look at the clock at my bed table. I hurriedly put on the shoes and ran as fast as I could whit a pencil skirt and high heels. Not that I wasn't used to it. This was pretty much my morning ritual.

Almost killing myself as I run down the long big stairs, I made it downstairs. Then jogging as quickly as I could to one of the kitchens I thought my family would be in.

And when I got there… empty?!

"Fuck!" I yelled whispered to myself.

One minute left. The clock on the kitchen wall said.

I kept on mumbling words my mother would have a heart attack if she heard as I continued running.

I heard voices around the corner and I picked up on my speed. My shoes clicked on the marble floor.Just a little bit more´.

Just as I reached the doorway the big kitchen clock rang to signal it was now 7.00. am. Wish always meant family breakfast.

"Ahh Gabriella! Glad to see you could join us." My mother said in her normal bitchy posh voice.

"What?! I'm not even late!" I wasn't! I made it by the second.

"Mmhhm… Just sit down and be nice now."

How did she got that bitchy?´ I thought to myself as I sat down at the big table occupied by my big family. I looked at them, one after one.

There was my father how yet hadn't notice my percents. He was too engaged in some of his "extremely important paper work." Well it must be important. He is after all the president of the United States. A little detail you easily forget…NOT!! Yes, that means Alexander Carlos Montez is my father. And yes, I live in the White house. I was just as shocked as you right now when I found out. Okey, maybe a little bit more.

So let me describe Alexander Carlos Montez to you all. (Think Johnny Deep whit short black hair) As I said he's my father, and I'm the only one how sometimes calls him "daddy". The others call him dad and his friends and my mother calls him Alex. He is in his late forties; he actually goes by fifty in three months. Two words: BIG PARTY!! He is always called handsome and everything. I can really tell, he's my father for God's sake! But if my mothers married to him, he has to be pretty good looking. Some of his secretaries have even done a research about how many voted for him just for his good looks and the answer was shocking to say at least! We found out that 10 were for his appeal. But not that it mattered. He would have won anyway because he got 75 of the votes. So his looks: very tall and muscular. He works out every day so it's not so weird. He has black thick hair whit not even a single stray of grey. And it's totally natural! He got the Montez nose and cheekbones. But his eyes very slightly darker than mine. Almost black all the time. His skin is also very tan. But that's because he's home country is Spain. Personality: everybody loves my dad. He´s always very warm and nice to you, he understands you problems and you can really talk to him. But the thing is he 

really never has the time to talk to you. Has always off to some far away country to meet some "very important people". That was her father. Now to the other one responsible for my existence. My mother:

Katherine Iris Montez. (Angelina Jolie) Therefore her designer line was named K.I.M. It was very expensive and exclusive clothes, made for famous people and them whit money. She made things for people like Lindsay Lohan, M-K Olsen, Paris Hilton and her latest project: Nicole Richie. Our mother was never home, always in her other shops out somewhere in this big world. Or she´d look herself in the office in the house, where she´d work on her designs. Kathrin was not a very good mother or wife, but we all loved her anyway. She is very controlling and an absolute perfectionist. She rarely spend anytime whit her family, but she wasn't a loner or anything. She just choose her girlfriends over her family sometimes. So instead of sitting home and eating a family dinner, she was in some bar, gulping down martinis whit Victoria Beckham. Katherine was in her middle forties. But she looked maybe ten years younger. And that was NOT natural at all. Botox and such, once every month helped her a lot. She was very thin, but that was because she just didn't eat. She had long straight black hair that always was kept perfect by all her many personal make-up artists. She had bronze skin and green eyes, which she got from her parents in Greece.

Now to my brothers. The youngest was only three years old Timothy Adam Montez. A.k.a by me: Timmy. Timothy was the cutest little guy you´d ever see. He and I was the only ones whit curly hair, and it fitted him perfectly. The infamous Montez features, whit big brown eyes similar to mine, the curly black hair made him impossible to resist. He was like every three year old boy. Extremely curios. And he was a little bit cuter. Because of our hard working parents, we didn't see the so often. So I had to take care of Timmy, it´s not like my brothers would do it, and eventually he started to call me mommy. At first I was kind of freaked out about it but I got used to it, like everything else. My friends didn't though; they still thought it was a little weird. But how could blame them? Of course he calls his real mom mommy too. Otherwise that would have been creepy…



Then there was Jacob and David. (think Jesse Metcalf whit green eyes) My eighteen years old twin brothers. Real pain in the ass! Jacob Cameron Montez. A.ka: J-Man, J-C, Jaco, Jack… and so on. But by me, and only me, it was Jacky. He hated it and all, but so what?! David Jonathan Montez. A.ka: Dave, Davo, DJ… By me, it was Davy. Also hated… Davy and Jacky had almost the exact same looks. Except while David's hair was dark brown, Jacobs were black. They´d got our mothers green eyes, but other than that it was all Montez. As her girlfriends used to say: her brothers were simply gorgeous. And like every other teenage boys. Horny. New girls every week. And it was always the brainless, bitchy cheerleader type of girls. My brothers are the most annoying to EVER walk the planet! Trust me. It all started when I found all of my barbies headless and covered in blue paint. Then there was when they stole my phone and texted very embarrassing things to my friends. And they would hide in the closet when I was having a slumber party, they would steal my dairy, wake me up by spill a bunk of water in my face while taking photos… and the list goes on… They did this in school too. They were known for being the "bad boys". Not that anyone dared to say anything. Being the sons of the president sure had its benefits. They were also sport fantasts. There for the muscular bodies. The played in their schools basketball team and were quite good actually. You could call them jocks, cues that's what they are.

And now to the oldest brother. (Ed Westwick) Maximilian Alexander Montez. But known to everyone as Max. A twenty-one year old college student. Going on his third year as studying…Politics! Shocker, isn't it?! He has a very strong jaw, witch is his signature. He had an oddly but perfectly shaped nose and little but full lips. It was his eyes that draw you to him, whit the mesmerizing hazel brown. His skin was naturally tanned and his hair coffee colored. He looked dangerous. A real bad guy. But don't judge a book after its cover. He wasn't like David and Jacob but he wasn't a saint either. He was very mysterious. Didn't talk very much but still managed to be the most popular guy in his collage. Everyone was afraid of him, but they should be. Daily workouts and running mixed whit that he was captain of a football team made him extremely strong and muscular. He didn't do girlfriends, just flings on parties. The girls had made some sort of 

contest about how could get him on a date, but everyone got rejected. My relationship whit Max is kind of complicated. Of course we love each other but we have more of a… love and hate thing going on.

So that was my brothers, and now me… I'm Gabriella Victoria Cecilia Louise Isabelle Valentina Sonia Caroline Montez. The list would have gone on if my father hadn't stopped my mother. She knew I was going to be her only daughter and she loved so many names. I kinda don't really like my name "Gabriella" cuse its so long and fancy actich. So everybody calls me things like Ella, Gabby, Gabi, Gabs, Gabster, Brie, Bee…and so on… but my father, and only my father, calls me Ella Bella. I'm a normal seventeen years old girl. HA!! That would be the day. I´m actually kinda weird, but I like to think it's a good thing. I'm the hottest girl in my entire school, but I don't think I look that special. I'm also the most popular girl, even more popular than the cheerleaders. I don't know why I'm popular though. Maybe it's because I'm nice to everyone and I'm the president's daughter. "All the guys want to do you, while the girls want to be you." a quote from my beloved friends. I have many personalities, I'm a skater girl. Surprise! I know, but I just love it… I'm an actress, singer and dancer. I'm in the dance team. I play tennis and I'm the captain of my schools running team. I'm also in the swimming and gymnastics team. So as you may understand, my body is kinda strong, but not ugly strong! This can also be a solution to why I am so popular. Because I associate whit so many types of people. But of course I got my own group of friends that I always hang out whit. There´s Sharpay Evans, blond, and dramatic. Together whit Zeke Baylor, a calm guy how loves to bake, and is in the basketball team. Taylor Mckessie, sarcastic brainiac. Together whit Chad Danforth, goofy guy how´s always hungry, also in the basketball team. Ryan Evans, Sharpay´s twin, funny one whit lots of dance moves. Kaden Johansen, shy brunette whit a warm heart. Oliver Perez, a swimmer, heartbreaker and one of my oldest friends. Anthony Cortes, superhot football player that I HAD a LITTLE crush on when I was like fifteen or something. Jonas Conrad, a dancer whit the funniest jokes of all times. Paulo Santana, the passionate writer that does the most beautiful poems ever. Justin Link, my singing partner whit a voice that melts hearts. I know I mostly got guy friends but it´s just the way it is. And I'm happy whit it. Although I got so many great boys, there's only one man for me…

Romeo Adam José Moreno. God what I love that boy!

We have been friends for ten years and dating for five. The best years of my life… We call him things like Captain, Dance dude, Moreno, Rome… but I just call him babe or honey… But normally just Romeo… That name fit him so well, because he is such a romantic. He is the hottest guy I have ever seen. Whit his family coming from Spain, he got the tanned skin, brown eyes and black hair. But he got a very strong jaw. (think Diego Luna. He is sooo cute!! But think a little more muscular) He is my dance partner in the dancing team… and private… hehe… He is the nicest boy I have ever met and he is really easy to talk to. It was a good thing we were friends first because now we are so comfortable around each other. At the same time as he is the love of my life, he is also my best friend. He is the captain of the football team and one of the most popular guys at school. Well my hole grope is really popular but whatever… He is a true gentleman and always put my needs first. Always treats me like a princess, even when I'm all pms bitchy. Gotta give him credits for that one. He is also very smart, got straight A:s at the most things. I love his voice. It was so husky but soft. And that mixed whit his Spanish accent…Damn!! He´s parents are very wealthy, his mom is a lawyer and his dad owns his own TV station "The Moreno", so they live in a big house, almost castle, in the city. His parents, Lilly and Joseph, love me. Really. I bet they are already planning our wedding.

Well me and Romeo are too… I know we are only seventeen and all, but we love each other more than anything and we have already shared promise rings. We are going to get married after college, but we are getting engaged after high school. We are going to buy a big mansion in Los Angeles, cues that's a place we both love. I don't know what I'd be doing as a career but I know that Romeo would have his father's station to take care of. Some years into our marriage, I am going to get pregnant and then give birth to a beautiful baby boy who we name Alexander Romeo Moreno-Montez. That's all we have planned out for now, we are still working on it… Some other guys would never have talked about this stuff and just freaked out. But not Romeo. He knows he wants to spend the rest of his life whit me and I whit him. Another thing I love about him is that he is always so passionate about things. Like when he dances, he get this glow in his eyes that can´t describe as anything else than passion. Or when he looks at me. That's when I love him the most. Because only I can make his eyes shine like that. Romeo and I are still virgins, but we have planned to lose it at the night at our fifth anniversary. This happens to be in two days on Friday… 

Even through I'm scared and all, I know that we are both ready. It's not like we haven't done anything sexual, we do it all the time, it's just that we haven't done the actual sex. I'm really excited too, because I can´t wait to give my hole self to the love of my life.

I'm really lucky that Romeo is from Spain, otherwise my brothers and dad would probably had banned me from seeing him. Its not like they like the idée of there baby girl having a boyfriend, but I guess they got used to it. My family, excluding my mom, is very overprotective off me. Like very, very, very much overprotective. If they would have got there way I would be in a private girl school right now. But I simply refused. Everybody know that they are so protective off me, even the newspapers. And they LOVE to follow me around. So my father had security guards follow me around. One word: annoying. But the most protective off me is Max. He doesn't approve off me and Romeo and he think I should go in a private school in England because it's safer there. We constantly get into fight about this and that's what I'm mean by a hate-love relationship. But the thing that really pisses me off, is that he always gets in Romeos face and assaults him. That's over the line.

"Oh hey Ella! When did you get here?" My father asked as he finally noticed me.

"about ten minutes ago." I answered nonchalantly.

"oh.. Well good morning Ella Bella. How are we doing to day?

"hi daddy. I´m okay." I answered quietly.

"But why so quiet Ella?" David said as he looked up from his chocolate chip pancakes.

"Yeah Bee.. why so quiet?" Jacob imitated David. They always do that, it's a twin thing I guess.

"Aren't you suppose to be happy now when you and Romeos anniversary is coming up?"

what! How do they know its our anniversary?! Unless..´

"Or don't you love him anymore?" Jacob asked.

"You don't love him anymore?" Max had woken up from reading the newspaper by these words and looked at me hopefully.

"Of course I love him!!" I answered defensibly.

"Yepp..he is the love of her life…right sis?" David asked innocently

My eyes widen when it suddenly hit me.

"You bloody assholes read my diary, didn't you??" I yelled at them as I stood up from the table and pointed an accusing finger to my big brothers, how both had smirks on there faces.

"Now now sister… How could you ever accuse us, your brothers how you love really mush, of doing such a horrible sin." Jacob said innocently.

"Yes sister, how could you. I must say I'm a little hurt by you not trusting us…actually a lot hurt." David followed while putting on his extremely bad acting skills.

"shut up!! You sons of a bitch!! You know what I'm…"

"Must I remind you that we have the same mother.." David interrupted me and only made me angrier.

"So technically you are a daughter of a bitch." Jacob finished his sentence smat- assly.

My eyes were now dangerously pitch black. I took a step forward to them and they immediately shout up from their chairs and started walking backwards towards the exit that led towards the main stairs.

"Ehhh… I'm really full…" David started nervously as I took another steep forward.

"Ohh yeah… So full..We should go?" Jacob more asked than stated.

" Thanks for breakfast! Have a good day everybody!!" they were now at the door.

"David Jonathan and Jacob Cameron don't you dare step outside that door!! I treated them as I started running towards them.

"Watch us" they said at the same time and the room was twin empty.

I stopped dead in my tracks and let out a frustrated scream and started swear on Spanish so my mother wouldn't understand.

"Yo odiar las idiotas ienfo chico! El Diablo… Inferno…" I started mumbling to myself.

"Gabriella Victoria Cecilia Louise Isabelle Valentina Sonia Caroline Montez!! dont you dare say anything else, you hear me?!" my father threaded me as he also stood up from the table.

"but daddy!! You heard them!! They have read my diary…again!! it's the fourth time now daddy, and it was really private!" I complained to my daddy

how much did they read?' I wonder to myself as panic began to stir inside off me. I wrote that me and Romeo had planned out that we are going to have sex on Friday. No they cant have read that, because then they would have gone to Romeos house and beaten the crap out off him. And they would have told Max and my dad. That would have been dramatic.

"I know, I know. But your brothers are like that, they'll never change. I´ll deal whit theme when at dinner tonight. Soy el bueno chiquita?" my dad asked gently.

"but I wrote some really private stuff in there!" I exclaimed a little desperate.

"What could you possibly write that is so private?" my brother jumped in the conversation.

"ehhh..mmhh..Nothing.. Just stuff you know." I said while trying to hide my blush from the intense stare I resealed from my father and big brother.

"Things about you and Moreno?" max asked while doing a weird face when he said Romeo´s last name.

"no!" I said a little to quickly.

And Max how, unlike his bay brother twins, had resealed the smart Montez brain quickly understood.

"I'm going to go find Jacob and David. I need to talk to them about a thing." Max said and leaved the room in a hurry. I know he was going to ask them what the diary said, and I could only pray to God that they didn't read that specifically embarrassing part.

I groaned quietly to myself. This was going to be a long, long day.

"Gabriella, sit down and finish your breakfast. I need to go now, I have a meeting whit Vera Wang in an hour." My mother said while standing up from the table.

"alright honey, see you tonight?" my father said while also standing up and getting ready to leave.

"yes, i´ll be there. Bye sweetie! She said while kissing Timothy on his curly head.

"Bye Mami!!" he said while waving enthusiastic whit his small hands.

"Bye Alex" she gave my dad a peck on the lips.

"bye honey. Have a good day"

"bye Gabriella. Behave, alright?"she looked sternly at me.

"yes mother." I said in a board tone while slicing my blue berry pancake in pieces.

"And maybe you should just eat an apple instead? I cant have a fat daughter, now can i?" and whit that she was out off the room. Leaving me, timmy and dad all alone.

"Don't listen to her Ella Bella. You know how she can be." He said to me while putting on his Armani suit jacket.

I just looked straight forward and nodded mu head.

"I have a meeting to get to, so bye kids, see you at dinner" and he kissed us both goodbye on the cheek, and then left the room. I was again alone white my baby brother.

"Mommy? Are yo saad?" my cute little brother asked me while staring intently at me.

"huh? Why would I be that?" I asked confused.

" your eyes are dack."

"black?"

"that's wot I said."

"Ohh brother… I am not sad. I'm just seriously pissed off…

And everybody knew that when I'm seriously pissed off. Its time to back away.

My brothers are sooo going to get it.


Im sorry if it sucked!! and sorry for making it so long and boring but its just the begining!! And Troy will come soon!!

and just so you know, it was really hard for me to write that Romeo is gabriellas true love and eveything.

Becuse that is Troys place, but just you wait... LOL