New story, came to me out of the blue! Had to get it out of my head!

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My name is Gabriella Montez. To my parents Lisa and Mike Montez I'm Gabby, to my best friend Taylor Mckessie, I'm Gabs, and to the rest of the population I'm basically invisible. Definition of Population: My peers at East High. I'm just a girl, that gets lost in the crowd. I don't mind it one bit. Because if they knew what I did, they'd think I'm a complete loser or that I'm lonely and don't have any friends!

But to the world wide web they refer to me as GabBAM!

I live a secret life on DJ Vlog, its a website, where people post video blogs. No one, not even Taylor, knows that I post video blogs on the website of whats on my mind. Sometimes, I dance or sometimes I sing and play guitar. It's just depends on how I feel at the moment.

I know what your thinking. "Well, how come people don't notice you?" Or, "Someone just has to know its you, right?"

Wrong. I believe in being anonymous. Like in all my videos I always wear my favorite hot pink sunglasses, like the kind from Risky Business (I know, cool right?), and I always dress to impress. Dress for who, you ask? Well my viewers of course. I have a really keen fashion sense. I just choose not to wear any of my fashionable items to school.

Oh! The parentals are gone, finally! (They don't know either, so I'm pretty much doing this whole vlogging thing on the down low.)

I use the webcam on my laptop for all of my videos. Today, I'm totally going to vent to my webcam. I've got tons on my mind, that just needs to go away. I needed an outfit, that totally spoke "venting". I chose a comfy black track suit, put my hair in a ponytail, which is something I never do in public, and put on my sunglasses. I sat in front my laptop and pressed the record button.

"Hey, dj vloggers, GabBAM! here. I totally need some guy advice. This guy at my school, who shall remain anoymous, as shall I. Well, anyways he's amazing. I don't know him even though he lives 3 houses down from me, but he's drop dead gorgeous, he's basically like the David Beckham of my school. He plays basketball, but he's not a total jerk as some would suspect. He's got these gorgeous baby blue eyes, and his smile is orgasmic! But he has a girlfriend, who in my opinion is the wicked bitch of the east, she's like Victoria Beckham, but way less fashion forward and BLONDE! I know, ew. And skinny definitely doesn't work for her. Gosh, what should I do! I think about him like all the time, but not in a weird creepster kind of way. Gotta go, I need some advice vloggers. Help! GabBAM! is out." And, that's it! Done. Easy Peasy Lemon Sqaueasy!

Now it's time to be boring ol' Gabriella. Exciting, I know.

East High is like my personal version of hell. It officially made me hate the colors red and white, so now I can't even eat candy canes at Christmas anymore! It totally tarnished my high school experience! In middle school, everyone was friends with everyone. Image, where you came from, or what clubs you were in didn't matter. But all of a sudden high school rolled around, and people didn't know you anymore. All of a sudden all of my old friends were the ones getting invited to all the cool parties and I was stuck at home doing geometry homework and petting my cat Button. So, I just stopped worrying about them and focusing on my one real friend Taylor.

"Did you finish your AP Calculus homework?" Asked my BFFL (best friend for life), Taylor. She was a dark skinned beauty with her hair in a Rihanna bob cut. She was wearing, a yellow blouse and dark wash jeans with matching yellow shoes. Then there was me: curly hair, wearing a sweatshirt, jeans and my favorite black converse. Sometimes when I was dressed like this, I'd think about all the cute, stylish clothes in my closet begging to be worn. But if I came to school, dressed like the fashionista I really am, I'd be accused of trying to be popular. Not worth it. Nothing is worse than being called a wannabe.

"Um, yeah." I said

"You okay? You seem spacey." Taylor asked concerned.

"I'm cool, I just, I've got alot on my mind. Thats all."

"You wanna talk about it?" She asked. She was seriously going to be the best therapist one day. She had a way of getting you to say things that were never intended to be said.

"Maybe later. I'll see you in Anatomy." I said as we went our seperate ways. I was going to my favorite class of the day. Computer Technologies. The only AP class I wasn't in, but only because it was a required class. But not my favorite cause, I didn't even like the class, but my favorite because he was there. He was so sexy, and what made him so attractive was that he knew he was sexy. I dig confidence in guys. I sit right next to him and smell his intoxicating Polo Black cologne. Yum. We don't talk, but sometimes I steal quick glances at him when he doesn't know. Sometimes I get carried away and stare too long, and we lock eyes, but just for a split nano-second. Then I turn away like it didn't happen. I think he knows I like him, but then again he probably thinks I'm a total creepster. Sometimes, I wish I could bring out GabBAM! in situations like these. She'd totally be confident, and vixen-like. Deep down inside, I know GabBAM! is the real me, but I'm afraid to let her show.

"Morning class. Free day. Just no inappropriate websites please." Mr. Allen said directing his glare to Chad Danforth, notorious for looking at "inappropriate websites" and Troy's sidekick. Usually on my free day I'd study, or do homework. Typical Gabriella. But GabBAM! would totally flirt with Troy.

"Dude! You have to check out this girl!" I overhead Chad say to Troy.

"Mr. Danforth! No innappropriate webstites!" Mr. Allen roared.

"It's not. It's just a website. Nothing inappropriate." Chad said, looking over to Mr. Allen. "Swear." He said, as if he need to further his point more.

All around me kids were all talking to each other, gossiping about who did what with who. It made me angry. I didn't have one friend in this whole entire class! So, like usual I was the only one actually studying or doing home work

"Whoa! She's hot. Definitely. I'd say she's a 9.5." I heard Troy say "She's a good dancer too. What's this sight again?"

"Uh. Dj Vlog. I watch her vids all the time." My heart stopped as I heard him say DJ Vlog. There was no way they were talking about me. Yeah, I danced in my vids and no, there was no way i was a good dancer. I was trying to crane my neck to see if I get a glimpse of what girl they were talking about but I couldn't see a thing. I heard them whispering and I saw Chad point at me. Crap. I immediatley turned my attention to my already complete homework. Did they know it was me? Were they making fun of me? Were they---I was pulled out of my thoughts by a tap on my shoulder.

"Hey, Gabrielle." O. M. G. It was Troy, and he was actually talking to me!

"Um. It's Ella, not Elle."

"Oh. My bad Ella."

"No. No, its Gabriella." I was waiting for him to say something back but he didn't say anything, he was just staring at me and studying my face. Did he think I was ugly? Was he laughing on the inside? I had never felt so self-cautious in my entire life.

"Nope." He said.

"What?" I was so confused.

"Nope, it's not her Chad." He yelled over his shoulder to where Chad was sitting. "Sorry, Chad thought you were some girl on this website. But it's weird, you do look oddly alike." He said eyeing me some more. "Come here." He said walking back to Chad. This was like, seriously my lucky day! I sat in between Troy and Chad. It was like a sandwich. Two nice pieces of soft bread and the gross eggplant salad they serve in the cafeteria in the middle. Guess who's the eggplant salad. I was quickly snapped out of my reverie, when I saw the girl on the computer screen. It was her. I mean, it was me! I couldn't tell them it was me! I just had to play it cool. But the problem was the Gabriella didn't know what playing it cool was, but on the contrary GabBAM! did.

"Oh. People mistake her for me all the time. She's way prettier than me." As soon as I said that, I knew they were going to agree.

"Yeah. Yeah she is." Chad remarked. "Right?" I guess he was asking Troy.

"Eh." Was all Troy said. Did that mean he didn't think I was ugly? I sure as hell hoped so.

"Soooo can I go now, I kinda have stuff to do." I asked quietly.

"No. We invited you over here, and you going to stay." Chad said. "Its a free period! You shouldn't be doing work! Just have fun and relax." He said smiling at me. It would be nice to relax, but not when you alter ego is on the screen in front of you. "Ooooohh. She posted a new vid yesterday." Oh. No. That was the one about.....Troy. Chad played the video, and immediatley I blocked the words out. All I saw was a beautiful girl on the screen totally confident, who looked like she didn't have a care in the world. That was me! But for some reason, I couldn't portray those traits without a camera on me."Someone has a bit of a crush don't you say Troy? Come to think of it, this prince charming sounds oddly like you"

"Yeah, I wish that girl was talking about me." Troy said, with that orgasmic smile playing on his lips I was telling you about. "What do you think?" He asked me. I think that girl on the screen was talking about you idiot!

"Um." Crap. I couldn't think of anything to say! "Um, I think she's cool."

"Right on." Chad said and gave me a high five.

"You should send her and email. She could probably like, mention you guys in her video or something." I hoped I didn't make that sound too obvious.

"Good idea. I like the way you think." Chad said. But gosh, Troy didn't say much at all. "I think that she's officially invited to hang with us 1st period." Chad said looking at Troy.

Troy eyed me for a second then said, "Sounds good."

"Why?" I asked. I've been going to school with the same two guys for, oh I don't know, lets try 4 years, and now they want to "hang" with me?

"Because." I just stared at Chad. "Because what?" I asked.

"Because, you seem cool."

"But what about all the other kids in this class?"

"They were busy." Troy said.

"I was busy too!"

"Busy looking at completed homework?" Troy said with a smirk. Gah! He was so sexy!

"Um, I thin--" Saved by the bell. Thank goodness. When I heard the bell, I just got up, gathered my completed homework, and walked out the door. 'Maybe they knew who I was.' I thought as I entered a sea full of kids.

The idea of actually being friends with the two most popular kids in school sounded too good to be true. Or maybe I was just overanalyzing the situation. Just like I do with everything else.

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