New series! So many of you like Alone in the Wild, so I decided why not do something a little different. This is like most of the YoutuberxOC stories, but it's got a little twist. Hope you like it!

To introduce myself first, my name is Rachael Anderson, but I prefer Ray as a nickname. I am currently 20 years old, but this story is not about my current life. My senior year in high school, when I was in the midst of my 18th birthday, caused the most drama with my social experiences.

I had everything. The most popular friends, the hottest guy in school as my boyfriend, great grades, and an accepted application to the University of Los Angeles, or UCLA. But he changed everything.

It was just another normal day. Summer was getting closer. Since the weather was nice and sunny, I wore a blue strapless blouse and white shorts. My three inch silver high heels glimmered in the light coming from outside. Long silky brown hair hung from my head, occasionally fixing it myself from time to time. My brown eyes sparkled in the light from my shoes. Whenever I answered a question, it was easy for all the eyes of the boys to get a glance of me because I sat in the middle of the classroom. In the duration of class, a loudspeaker went off.

"Hello students. This is your principal speaking. Since the end of school is only two months away, we have to choose the awards for our seniors." My class cheered. "Come to my office for an application for valedictorian sign-ups. Remember, prom is coming up as well, so get prepared. Tickets will be sold at the student store for ninety dollars each. That is all for now. Have a good day." The speaker's sound system popped, causing the students to cover their ears in pain. Once the pain disappeared, the history teacher, Ms. Rudolph, continued scribbling notes on the board using her piece of white chalk. All of the sudden, a familiar boy walked through the door. The boy had dirty blond hair and brown eyes. He wore a red, brown, and white plaid jacket over a white T-shirt with blue jeans. Black sneakers were tied on his feet.

I had a hidden identity. For the girly-girl I was, I loved playing Minecraft. It was a distraction from the popular life that I had. Hours at a time, I played with friends that I met online. I didn't tell them where I was from, or who I was, except my name. The name I used: SuperSmashRay.

"Oh…" Ms. Rudolph took a look at the boy at the door, "I see you've finally found your way to class." She waltzed over to him and pointed to the seat right next to me. It was the only empty one, so my bad luck was inevitable. The boy, who I did not yet know the name of, shot looks around the room and took the seat next to me.

He saw me in the seat over and started whispering, "Hi. I'm Mitch."

I didn't respond.

"Aren't you going to say anything?"

"No. I'm trying to pay attention. So please stop talking."

Ms. Rudolph caught me and Mitch chatting, "Ms. Anderson. Mr. Hughes. Detention. And by the way, welcome to the school." I groaned and returned taking notes on the differences between liberals and conservatives.

Later that day, I made my way to the detention room. I noticed Mitch and another boy who I did not recognize teasing each other by softly punching each other's arms. Rolling my eyes, I glared down at my phone to see a text from my boyfriend, Caleb.

"Hey, you gonna meet up with the group tonight for the football game?" he asked.

I replied, "No. Got stuck in detention because of the new guy. But I'll see you later, okay?"

Since he was a quick typer, Caleb responded within a minute, "If you want, I can come and beat up the guy for you."

"No, it's okay. I can deal with it. XOXO."

"Love ya."

I turned off my phone and opened the door to detention. All the kids were either standing and messing with the teacher's whiteboard or throwing paper airplanes. The girls gossiped and passed notes around with which girl went well with each guy. I absolutely despised that, although I was the most popular girl in the senior class. As soon as I sat down in a front seat, Mitch and his friend entered. They went towards the back of the room. I sighed in relief, but my troubles were not over.

"I didn't expect you to be in detention, little miss perfect," a voice behind me called out.

"Shut up, Ty." Ty was one of the lower-status boys who did not like me at all. If I complete one thing wrong, he and his friends Jason and Adam would tease me about it.

"What'd you do wrong this time?" Jason sarcastically asked. He turned to Adam, "Maybe she made out with Caleb in the girls bathroom and one of the teachers finally found out."

"Ha ha! You're probably right," Adam agreed, laughing.

Angrily, I spun around in my seat and eyed the three boys fooling around, "Just shut up. I was not with Caleb."

"Oh… so it was another guy?" Adam queried.

"Ooh!" Ty and Jason yelled at the same time. I tried to ignore them but Ty led the boys to the front of my desk. They noticed me pouting with my arms crossed. Ty came closer to me and attempted to kiss me. I pushed him away.

"Hey!" Another voice overrode the rest, "Leave her alone."

"Oh yeah. What you gonna do about it," Ty questioned the voice.

"It was my fault that she's in detention. I'm Mitch. I'm new to the school. I talked to her during class and we got caught. Isn't that right?" A bit scared, I nodded. Ty growled and took Adam and Jason back to their former desks. I watched them walk away in relief.

Mitch and his friend slowly advanced to my desk. They sat in the ones next to me.

"Thanks," I told him, still not looking directly at him.

"This is Jerome. He was my buddy at my old school. We transferred together."

"Good for you."

"Can I get your name?"

"Rachael."

"Pretty name."

"Thank you," I kept my eyes on the chalkboard.

"You're welcome," Mitch replied.

"So, when are we gonna record some more Hunger Games?" Jerome begged his buddy.

"I don't know. In all honesty, I think we should invite Mat or someone from the other school to…"

"Are you talking about the movie Hunger Games or something else?" I knew what the Hunger Games were but I didn't want to reveal my Minecraft interest.

"Oh, not the movie," Mitch answered, "See, we're Youtubers."

"We record videos of us playing Minecraft and then post them onto our channels. We each have over a million subscribers," Jerome continued.

"A million isn't bad," I said, "Not bad at all."

"Do you play or watch Minecraft?"

I finally faced the boys and lied, "No. I don't. Not that type of girl. Do girls even pay attention to that game?"

"Yeah. A lot of our subs are girls," Mitch told me.

"Alright then."

I got to look at Jerome for the first time. He had short blonde hair, blue eyes, and wore a navy blue T-shirt with baggy black jeans and dark grey tennis shoes. All I did was smile and turn back to face the board.

"I can always introduce you to the game if you want…"

I quickly snapped at him, "No. No thanks."

Mitch glanced back at Jerome and shrugged his shoulders.

Sorry if I offended any deadlox, MinecraftUniverse, or Skydoesminecraft fans, but I promise you, they'll get out of their bad habits. And I never break promises. And they're all around 18/19 years old, for story purposes.