AN: i deleted two of my other stories, cause i didnt think they were going anywhere.

I REALLY dont think this is going anywhere either. I'm giving it a week tops. If i dont think enough people like it i delete it in a weeks time. Simple as.I'll start something else.

So tell me what you think.

Disclaimer: own nothing but the plot.

I never really thought of what kind of person I was. I always thought I was okay. I wasn't mean. I wasn't a slut. I was nothing like that. I was kind, considerate, reliable. Yet all of that changed In a matter of months. Because of guys. Not just one guy. But a bunch of them.

Lets start with guy number one:

"Little Stevie Richardson."

The guy from Kindergarten. You know, I always thought he was alright. Heck, I even gave him my ice cream cone when we went on that trip to the beach one day. But he had to go and call me a nerd. All I did was answer the teachers question. She asked me what came after them number 5 and I said 6. I know it was only kindergarten, and I shouldn't take it to heart. But back then it was a really big deal. I sat in the corner and cried, while all the other kids laughed at Little Steive Richardson new found word. Soon enough it was my new nickname. That's when I vowed to never answer a question again. The first moment I decided to change.

Guy number 2:

Chad Danforth

I was in Second Grade. I was still getting called a nerd by "Little Stevie Richardson" and Chad stood up for me. He told Little Stevie Richardson that he "shouldn't call girls nerds, because everyone knows they'll just attack you with their cooties."

I should have been happy. I mean Little Stevie Richardson stopped calling me a nerd, and Chad asked me if I wanted to be his best friend. But no, I stood on Chads toe, pushed him to the ground, called him an idiot, then stomped off shouting "I can take care of myself."

That's the moment I decided I didn't need friends. The second moment I decided to change.

Guy number 3:

Brian Harris

I met him when I was 14. By this time, I ignored choice number two and was best friends with Chad. So basically that one doesn't really count. Sadly, Mom was moving a lot. So while Chad was off in Albuquerque, I was in California. With Brian. That was the same year I rebelled against my Mom. She and my Dad had got a divorce, and all the moving was too much for me. So I decided to turn into "Dark Goth Girl Gabi"

I hung out with kids twice my age and dated Brian, who was 17 at the time.

I dated him until around my 17th birthday, then over Christmas break, he hurt me, physically and emotionally. Lets just say it was a good job Chad visited me then, because if he didn't, then God knows what would have happened to me.

That's when I vowed to never see Brian again. Moment number 3.

Guy number 4:

Troy Bolton.

Chads "new best friend." Whatever like I cared. He's annoying, cocky, stupid and just plain annoying. Yet I can't help but like him for it. I met him when I moved back to Albuquerque. He was the Jock and I was the Geek. (thanks to "Little Stevie Richardson", who just so happened to recognise me and dubbed me his new word. Oh and "Little" He's freaking huge now!!!)

He hates me. He's made that clear. But he never leaves me alone. He's like my own little puppy!! But one of those really annoying puppies who you really don't want to follow you. I'd say this was moment number 4. But I don't think I have a moment yet.

Guy number 5:

My Dad

He left when I was 14. Don't know why, and I really don't give a crap anymore. He could jump off a cliff and I wont mind. This is Moment 5. The time I vowed to never trust anybody again.

"You really think I'm just going to walk back into school and everyone will be all. "Oh look its Gabi!! Lets go freaking party!"" I complained for the 5th time that morning. My Mom looked at me. She took her reading glasses off her head and placed them on the table.

"Hon, I'm not saying that all your old friend will remember you I'm just saying-"

"Your saying that I should march into that school, and start my life all over again for the 6th time this year. And Mom, its only January."

"I know you've moved, a lot, this month-"

"I've barely been to any of the schools for a week Mom."

"But you're here to stay!! Until graduation this time Gabs!" My Mom beamed. "This is it. We're home now."

"No, we're not Mom. Home is 2 blocks away, the place you made us leave when I was 9."

"It's not my fault someone moved in-"

"Yes it is! You shouldn't have took the stupid job in the first place, God! I'm going to school."

"Have fun sweetie!!" My Moms voice called.

"I hate you…" I sang.

"Love you too!!" She sang back.

And for the first time that day. I smiled.

I walked down the street of the strangely quiet neighbourhood. I still remember this place. I remember running round the neighbourhoods with all the other kids. I remember going to the park with my Dad-everyday. I also remember my old house. The one I'm looking at right now. It looks exactly the same. A cream colour on the outside. And that same brown wooden door. I know its my door, because if I look close enough I'm sure I can see the dent in it, from the time I hit my bike off it.

I know I must have looked strange. Starring at the house. But I didn't mind. I put my bag down and sat crossed legged on the sidewalk. Just starring at my house. It was so peaceful. I loved the way the wind was playing with my hair.

"You know, some people might think you're a stalker." Came a male voice from behind me.

I rolled my eyes, I could be bothered with idiots right now.

"What's it to you, even if I am a stalker."

I felt the person sit next to me, but I didn't look at him, I refused.

"Because, smart ass. Its my house." He said.

I looked at him so quick, I pulled a muscle in my neck.

He was cute, I'll give him that. Dirty blondish, brownish hair. But it was still the kind of hair you'd love to run you're fingers through. He had a six pack, you could tell the way his white shirt clung to his chest. He was wearing jeans and sneakers. Simple. He was sort of tanned skinned. But his eyes. My Gosh! Bright blue. Ocean blue even. I couldn't help but stare at him.

"Um, I…" I started.

"I'm beginning to think you are a stalker." He smirked. "First you stare at my house, now you stare at me. Need a picture?"

I rolled my eyes. Okay he was cute, but he was an idiot.

"I don't want a picture. I'm just, taking a walk."

"Usually, when people take walks, they walk, they don't sit."

I sighed and stood up, I really couldn't be bothered to argue with him.

"Look I don't really care." I said and started to walk off.

"Wait! What's your name?" He asked standing up.

"What's you're name?" I asked. Standing still and turning round to face him.

"Troy." he said. "Troy Bolton."

I nodded smiling. "Okay.." Then I started to walk off.

"Wait!! What's you're name." he shouted after me.

I shrugged turning around, but still walking. "I guess you'll have to figure that out on your own!"

He smirked. "I like a challenge."

"Good."

Once I finally got to my homeroom, I felt like punching something. I had no idea how seriously this school took school spirit. I am not a school spirit sort of person. So a bunch of people shouting "What team?" "Wildcats" at me. Was enough to make me nearly explode.

I gave me details to the teacher at the front of the class. She nodded and waved me off, handing me back the paper. I stomped off towards the back of the classroom. Taking any random seat.

"Hi, I'm Jason." The guy next to me said. "I like riding my bike." He smiled. I groaned. Just so happens my random seat is next to a random freaking guy.

"Ignore him." Came a voice, from in front of me. "He's a basketball freak."

The girl sighed. "I'm Taylor. Your new here right?"

I nodded. "Yeah, I'm Gabriella."

"Gabriella, it's a nice name."

"Okay, class, can I have your attention." The teacher said.

I few kids at the front sat up straight. Including Taylor. I'm guessing there all my new geek friends.

Everybody else just carried on talking.

"Class…" The teacher said again. Still talking.

"SILENCE!!" She screamed.

They all shut up and looked at her.

"Okay, We're going to start off with me saying My name is Ms Darbus. Of course. You all know that, apart from one. Miss Gabriella Montez will you like to introduce yourself?" She asked. Everyone looked at me. I silently groaned. This is what I hated.

"Um, not really…" I said.

"Nonsense, stand up and introduce yourself." She made hands gestures, which I assume was her way of trying to make me stand.

"Yeah, Gabriella introduce yourself." Came a voice. I looked to where it came from. And then was Troy freaking Bolton. So much for not wanting him to know my name.

I sighed. "Well, My names Gabriella, I've moved around a lot and-"

"Gabriella!!" Came a voice from the front. A guy wearing big black Harry Potter glasses with tape holding them together looked at me. "You're that girl that won all those decathlon contests. The math girl right?"

"Gabriella Montez!! You're her!! You have to join our team!" Said Taylor.

Crap. My cover was blown.

"What a nerd." Said a blonde haired girl rolling her eyes. "That's just what we need another math kid to join their little army."

I sat down in my seat slowly, while they all discussed me as if I wasn't even their. God, I hated new schools.

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