I'm not sure what love is. At one point I thought it could be defined in song, like "Crazier" by Taylor Swift. Then I gradually got older and moved on from that idea. There are hundreds and hundreds of quotes trying to describe what love is, is that what society's idea of love is based off of? Some old writer's interpretation of it? Love isn't a tangible thing; you can't reach out and grasp it with your fingers. It is something you feel within your heart. Love doesn't come around too often. But when it does I've heard you need to hold onto it tight and never let go. I found love when I was eighteen years old, and I fought for it to work like hell. If you don't have to work at it, it's not worth it. That's what my mom used to say. I was in my freshman year at NYU and I hated him with a passion. That passion was the key. That's what made it work. He came right back with the same amount of hate. It was hard, and we fought with the best of them, but we made it work. I fell in love with Troy Bolton, and I will write it on my Facebook wall.

He was the cockiest guy on campus. Thought he was the shit. He had girls chasing after him, waiting on his every beck and call. He was in my English Lit class and our teacher had a moment of no brain usage and made Troy and I partners, I can still hear her now, "Hmmm….Let's see…Troy and…Gabriella" I could have killed Ms. Starnes cheerfully at that moment. I didn't want to talk to him, let alone work with him. The project was over half of our semester grade, and I was determined to pass this class, I would do all the work if I had to.

The first thing that cocky son of a bitch said to me was, "Hmm, nice bod. I love your ass."

I replied with a high five to his face.

He annoyed the living hell out of me. He wasn't a slacker like I was hoping he was. He wanted to do some of the work, I couldn't believe it. I was doomed. Or in better words I was fucked.

He pushed my every button. Even buttons I never knew I had. He knew every one of them. When I had a snappy comeback, he had one even snappier. He made me sound so unimportant, something I had hated since elementary school. My mom had taught me that even something I deemed unimportant was important to her. I meant what I said and said what I meant. Some people didn't get that, and Troy Bolton was one of them.

My mom died when I was fourteen years old. And my dad died when I was eight. I know you don't want to hear my sob story, I don't particularly want to tell it either. But I was the youngest in my family, I had eight older brothers, Kaeden, Kodey, Kamdyn, Karter, Chance, Kole, and the twins Kylan, and Kyler, my parents had this thing, my dad got to name the boys, and my mom the girls. My mom gave me the name Gabriella because she knew God would have to give me some incredible strength to live in a house with nine boys. When my mom died when I was fourteen I thought I was going straight into the system, Kaeden would be in charge of all of us and he had just turned twenty-two, barely old enough to take care of himself, let alone four other kids. Kole, Kylan, Kyler, and I were scared shitless. Chance, Karter, Kamdyn, and Kodey could do whatever they wanted. They didn't have to stay and take care of us. Chance had plans to go to Cambridge, but didn't, he stayed in lowly New Mexico to take care of us. The four older ones fought like hell to keep us. We even saved up enough to let me come to NYU, well my partial athletic scholarship helped a bit.

Troy didn't know any of this about me, and I'd be damned if he turned out to be a CIA agent and found out all of this about me. I was sure as hell not telling him.

That boy had ego issues. He thought every woman on planet earth was out to answer his beck and call. The first place he suggested to work on our project was at some night club. He said he could make me loosen up with him, and 'have some fun'.

He got another high five to the face.

"Gabby, how would you compare the diction in Twilight to the diction in Romeo and Juliet?"

I'm shocked. A sentence that came out of his mouth without any reference to the human body, or a sexual word. I didn't realize that I had actually said that out loud until he looked at me and said.

"I am human, maybe a boy who thinks with his dick more than he should, but human none the less. Now can you please answer my question?"

I stared at him. Frozen with shock. But I also stared at him like he could be a normal human being or something. Let alone I answered his question.

"Love makes the world go 'round. So does five shots of tequila, what's your point?"

Hey guys…or girls if you prefer.

I had been thinking about starting a story. I'm not sure if anyone'll read this, but I had been playing around with this idea for a while and decided to post it.

I don't know how often I'll update, but I'll try to get the next one out as quick as possible. I don't know when that'll be though, and I'm sorry.

There are some parts of the chapter I absolutely love, like the beginning. I just sat down at my computer one day, hating love and boys at the moment and those first two paragraphs came out.

Then there are parts I absolutely loathe, like the part around where she explains her brothers and the situation. I hate that part.

Well, I highly doubt some of you are reading this, but I took some thought into the names I chose for her brothers. I wanted them to mean something relevant to their personality in the story.

Kaeden(like Caden) means fighter. He fought the hardest to get Gabriella and her four brothers under his custody.

Kodey means descendant of Oda. I don't really get what that means but I like the way the name is spelled.

Kamdyn means from the valley of the camps. Again I don't really see how that's relevant but I like the name.

Karter means driver of the cart. So I made him a go cart driver.

Chance means lucky one or something like that. I like that because he got into Cambridge, I think that's pretty lucky.

Kole means victory of the people. He's going to be the player of the bunch.

Kylan and Kyler are combinations of names. Again I like how they're spelled.

Gabriella means, as I mentioned, means God is my strength. I took that to mean that she's going to have to be strong emotionally and mentally.

Alright, my rant ends here.

Ms. BBall8

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