September 25, My bedroom. 10:33, PM
Just now realized that today is Friday. I must have sounded like an idiot when I told Troy I'd see him tomorrow. Great. I even graded his quiz and everything so I'd have it complete. He actually failed it. Seriously, he got 6 out of 25 correct. I thought he was smart, too! Oh, wait a minute. Taylor just sent me an instant message.
Decathlongrrl: Hey, Gabriella, what's up?
I still can't believe she doesn't know about Chad. I mean, I just found out this morning. He could have been checking her out for days, weeks, even.
Chem-briella: Not much. Just doing hw.
Decathlongrrl: Oh. Listen, I overheard an interesting conversation today.
Chem-briella: Okay . . .
Decathlongrrl: Is it true you're tutoring Bolton?
Aw, crud. I'd hoped that wouldn't get out. Thanks a lot, Troy.
Chem-briella: Yes, for History. Why?
Decathlongrrl: I heard him telling Chad something about you.
Chem-briella: What'd he say??????
Decathlongrrl: Well, his exact wording was, "That Montez girl is strange."
Hmm, that's not so bad. I myself know I'm 'outside-the-box' material. It's actually a shock to me that he even decided to mention me to Danforth. I'm worth mentioning!
Decathlongrrl: . . . Gabriella? U there?
Chem-briella: Yea, sorry. Wait, why were you hanging around Chad and Troy today, anyway?
Decathlongrrl: No reason. I just overheard their conversation, is all.
Chem-briella: Taylor, seriously. Chad and Troy usually hang out in the gym.
Decathlongrrl: oops, sorry Gabriella. G2g.
Chem-briella: TAYLOR!
Decathlongrrl has signed off at 10:43:22.
Well, that was beyond odd. There is obviously something she isn't telling me. That and the fact Chad checked her out today. Oi, I need to relax. This is definitely not good for my system.
September 26, 2007. My kitchen, 11:34 AM.
Well, my mom basically just informed me that she's going to be gone on a business trip for the rest of the weekend. Seriously, she isn't getting back until late Sunday evening or early Monday morning. This just sucks. What am I supposed to do the entire weekend? Kelsi's at some piano recital downtown until Sunday, and Taylor just informed me that she was 'busy', or something. Whatever. I'll probably just -- Oh, hang, on. The phone is ringing.
Oh. My. Gosh. I can't believe what just happened. Mr. Lawrence just called. Me. He called me. At my house. On a freaking Saturday. This is, well . . . New. Here's our conversation:
Me: Hello?
Mr. Lawrence: Hello, this is Mr. Lawrence, a History teacher at East High School. Would it be possible to speak with Gabriella Montez?
Me: . . . .
Mr. Lawrence: I'm sorry, is this the incorrect phone number?
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The Diary of a Nerd
FanfictionGabriella is a wallflower within the walls of East High. However, her perspective on Troy Bolton, the popular jock, changes when she is assigned to tutor him. Read Gabriella's diary to find out what happens and how the rest of the school will react.
