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I couldn't wait till later. It was crazy how much my brain was distracted by the simple prospect of a new video later tonight. I wasn't really listening to what the teachers were saying in my classes. I was simply taking down notes like a robot. My fingers working on muscle memory as they made notes that I wouldn't understand later, but I didn't really care because Issac's face was in my head and that's all that really mattered.

Besides I'm good at US History so it won't be hard to catch up anyway. I'll pick it all up in no time again.

When the bell rang I packed my stuff up in a similar manner. Not really thinking about it, but once I stepped out into the hall I was forced to snap out of the green galaxy that's in my head.

Sarah's small figure bounced into view. A boy on her arm, actually scrap that it was just Dillon. His cheeks were pink as usual due to Sarah's hand clutching his.

"Montanna!" she shouted causing a few curious looks to be directed our way. I grimaced at the attention, but then again that has been a bit of a trend since I sat at the center table on Monday... and all this week. People at school are curious as to why a nobody is sat with the somebodies. I know I would have been if that nobody wasn't in fact me, myself and I. Sarah of course hasn't been turning up. She's been busy with extra credit and Dillon. It's okay though. I realized now that she really doesn't want to have to deal with the people at the center table, even though that fact that I was having to do so was all her fault. If I hadn't gone to that stupid ass party then I could still be tucked away in our corner table with her, doing the thing I do best. Blending in. Except apparently I'm not even good at that anymore.

"Sarah," I said raising an eyebrow and then smiling at Dillon who gave an awkward wave. Its funny actually and I only smile wider.

"Guess what!" Sarah squeals and I ask her what. "Dillon and I are both going into the PREP." PREP was the school's Program Reserved for Exceptional Pupils. It's for upperclassmen, but very few juniors get in because of the fee. The juniors have to pay whereas the seniors are free. Dillon was one of those juniors because; well because his family is loaded. Sarah however couldn't afford that last year when Dillon's could. Her family scrapes the cash together to send her to the Academy.

I was filled with happiness for my best friend.

"Sarah that's fantastic!" I let Issac slip from my mind and focused solely on Sarah and her achievement, her little face glowing in delight, eyes shinning through her glasses. Her blonde hair was in two little pigtail braids. Man I wished I looked like Sarah. She yanked Dillon closer to her, but then dropped his hand and flung them around me as she bounced on her feet.

"Oh my gosh, Monty can you believe it!" she squealed in my ear and I laughed

"Yes, Sarah I can believe it." It was true. She was so smart and sweet there was no doubt in my head that she wouldn't get in. She pulled back after a couple of minutes beaming even brighter if that were possible. She latched onto Dillon's hand again.

"We should do something to celebrate. Go out later, after school?" I said looking between the two of them. Suddenly Sarah's smile turned rather coy.

"Well, you see Mon, Dillon already offered to take me out to dinner tonight."

Oh.

Okay.

Not going to lie that was a little disappointing.

Guess my original plans for staying home with a digital boy were back on track.

"Ah, I see, I mean yeah that's totally cool." I gave a half smile "You guys should have fun and Sarah and I can celebrate some other time." Sarah nodded

"Absolutely, wouldn't miss it for the world." She said. The bell rang signalling that locker break was almost over. "What do you guys have next?" she asked.

"I've got Physics with you." Dillon said and Sarah smiled, blushing slightly,

"I've got a free, I think I'm going to head over to the library." They both nodded.

"Sounds good. See you at lunch?" Sarah said and I nodded. "You want to sit together today Mon?" she asked and I sighed. I wanted to. God I wanted to, but I didn't know how to get out of this whole center table thing. Our table was still empty; no one had claimed it yet.

"You could always sit with me today, Sarah?" I asked. Her lips pressed into a firm line and I noted how her cheeks went rather pink. She glanced down at her shoes avoiding my gaze. It was a little strange for me to have Sarah acting like that around me. About something that I said, but it was probably to do with the others rather me. After the party she had been reluctant to really talk about them. I should have guessed she wouldn't sit with me the first day let alone today. I tried to give her a reassuring smile and said "We'll snatch our table back on Monday, Sarah. I promise." I replied and she nodded, glancing down at my knee socks currently around my ankles.

"Sure, sounds good." She said. We all said goodbye and then hurried off our separate ways. I groaned internally. I headed down the slowly emptying halls and towards the library. There would be few people in there. Not many went to the library during frees when they could be hanging outside or in the multipurpose room. That was where the cool kids went anyway. Probably where Harrison went, following Liana like a puppy on a leash.

I didn't really understand his relationship with Liana. They weren't dating. They had never really been official... it was just a... thing. In fact they had dated other people throughout high school, but nothing ever stuck with either of them. Probably because neither of them were willing to back off each other while with another person. I do remember last year when Liana basically went out with Chad Richards for almost 8 months before he broke up with her. That had been the longest relationship Harrison or she had ever had that I had known them. Or rather, known of them since I wasn't really an acquaintance let alone a friend.

I pushed through the double doors that lead to the bookshelves and dimmed lighting. Last time I had been here was to calm my nerves on Monday. That felt like months ago now. I headed to the back, through the philosophy section and past the librarian's desk, which was empty. Probably on lunch break before the student lunch rolled around. That's when all the nerds herded this way.

Not that I was judging or anything...

When I reached my usual table I was slightly disappointed to see a couple of freshman girls sat at the one next to it. I set down my bag and got out my geometry notes. I could use some more practice in that subject. I crossed my legs under me settled in. My books and notes spreading out around me as I prepared to start one of the sheets that the Mr. C gave out last class for practice. The class that I shared with Harrison. Insert sigh.

About 20 minutes into studying I could no longer ignore the whispering and giggling going on next to me. The two girls were hunched over one phone, looking intently at the screen and sharing a set of earphones.

What could they possible be looking at? What could possibly cause them to be so annoying? I tried to be patient with freshmen because I used to be one and I never understood why we were either teased or ignore by the seniors, but come on this was ridiculous. This was a library and I didn't need to be hearing them laugh at a smart phone screen. I let out a huff and them basically squealed. Sure the brunette slapped a hand over mouth just as the sound left her lips but it was too late. I pasted a fake smile on my face and just as I was about to tell them to be quite they said something caught my attention and caused me to be quite for a moment.

"He's not moving this is an old video." The blonde whispered. "Look its from two years ago." She pointed at something on the screen and the brunette's shoulders relaxed.

"Oh my gosh," she chuckled "That scared me for a moment." The blonde joined in with her hushed giggles. Not hushed enough. I though bitterly, but kept listening.

"Yeah I knew you would freak, it's why I showed you." She admitted and her friend nudged her with her elbow.

"Shut up."

"Issac Rush is still in Virginia, don't worry." My heart stopped. Issac Rush was in Virginia? What? Why?

"Oh my gosh I can't believe he lives here, though. In our state. Like I'm going to meet him some day, I swear to fucking god." I rolled my eyes at that. Freshmen and their swearing. It doesn't make you grown up. Just saying.

The blonde nodded in agreement.

"We have to do it together."

"Over the summer, it's happening. And he's single too right?"

"Yeah. I can't believe you didn't know about him till last month."

"Well I know him now and that's what matters. So he's single and lives like 2 hours away. This is perfect."

Perfect. Issac Rush lived in Virginia. How did I not know this? I did side with the brunette though. I didn't know about Issac a month ago either.

I could understand their giggles now. Those green eyes could get any girl blushing.

"Mhm... although there was this thing about him dating a fan going around."

What?

"What?" I liked this brunette she and I were on the same page here. Issac was dating someone?

"Well he's not dating her officially, but there was this whole viral comment. Some girl commented and Issac replied and oh my gosh I'm so jealous. She doesn't even like, deserve him."

"What's her name?"

"Jenny Stewart." I gulped. The hairs on the back of my neck stood up.

"Is she pretty?"

"Don't know, she doesn't have a freaking profile picture on her account. It's fucking annoying. If she was pretty though she'd have a picture up."

That burned.

"Why would Issac take notice of a nobody?" Why would Harrison? And John and Liana? Why would anybody? The blonde shrugged.

"Whatever it's stupid."

"I want to know what she looks like."

"Same."

By this point all thoughts of yelling a them were gone. I felt like any moment they were going to spin around and scream that it was me. That they knew I was Jenny and they were going to tell everyone, there was no way they could know though. They didn't even glance at me through there whole conversation. I was invisible.

It just went to show how people truly didn't see me.

It was stupid really. I had a crush on a You Tuber. It was bad. He lived in Richmond, Virginia. I looked it up 5 minutes ago.

But it was Harrison I was in love with. Yes, I actually said in love and the more I think about it, the more that seemed accurate. He was the one who has had my heart for three years and he's the one who has actually spoken to me. Issac could live 2 hours away, but that didn't mean I was ever going to meet him. Those girls were never going to meet him either. It was a stupid fantasy that fangirls got. They thought it was possible for that to happen. And even if it did you were just another fan in the millions of fans. Who knew how many girls came up to him and confessed their love on a daily basis? The wall of fan art behind him in most videos was proof if the views count wasn't enough...

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I snuggled in.

I pulled the covers up to my neck.

I pushed down the butterflies in my stomach.

I pressed play.

"Hey guys!"

I watched, leaning in a little closer.

"I don't know if you guys already heard about the comment I received last week, it kinda went viral on twitter and shit"

Not my comment,

"But basically I got this comment from a girl,"

Not me. Surly.

He chuckled. It was deep and vibrating and his head ducked down slightly as he shook his head. He looked up at the camera again and his green eyes met mine. I have never felt as though anyone could see me more than he could at that moment. His cute little smirk never leaving his face.

"God I hope she's a girl now that I'm doing this."

I would laugh with him. If I wasn't ninety-nine percent sure he was talking about me.

"Anyway, I got this comment that really caught my attention for some reason and so I replied to it like I sometimes do and then... well then things got crazy..."

Issac was talking about me. He was making a video about me. He was talking about this small dull blonde haired, blue-eyed girl, sat in her bed alone on a Friday night.

"I don't think my videos have ever been more popular and I don't know if my twitter has ever been crazier than it is right now."

Chuckle.

Sparkle of green.

"So many of you are asking what exactly I meant by what I said: 'Anything'. Guys... I'm a guy believe what you want to believe I meant."

Green.

Sparkle.

Wink.

And that is how Monty Montgomery died.

Just kidding! I was still very much alive. My heart jumped into my throat. I was chocking on my own heart. I was chocking my feelings. The fangirl me was climbing up through my oesophagus. She was squeezing at all my vital organs shaking them as if to say: "Did you hear that? DID YOU HEAR THAT GIRL! HE'S FREAKING TALKING ABOUT YOU!"

Oh wait. Issac is still talking.

"...You guys have all your questions, but I have mine too. I have no idea what she looks like. I have no doubt you all have been doing some digging to find out exactly who this Jenny Stewart is... I've been doing my own investigating too-"

I slapped my hand down on the mouse and paused the video. I slapped my laptop shut. My covers were suddenly too hot. I shimmied out of them. Shedding them like a snake sheds its skin. Or maybe more like a kid ripping the wrapper off a lollipop. Either way I ended up on the floor with my face in a pillow as I squealed. I squealed because the most beautiful boy I had ever laid eyes on-

Wait maybe second most beautiful boy I have laid eyes on.

-That is a lie Monty Montgomery and you know it-

Was looking for me.

This was so bad. So, so bad. Jenny Stewart wasn't even real, she was a fake. A complete and utter catfish. I was a catfish. Shit.

Shit.

Oh.

Shit.

I shakily got to my feet and headed towards my bedroom widow. I leaned my forehead against the cool glass. It was getting chilly. Late November. November 23rd to be exact. Friday November 23rd was the day that Monty Montgomery became a true catfish. I shivered in the silence. How illegal was this? How many laws was I breaking? Could I go to jail for this?

The T.V. was on down stairs. I could hear it muffled by the carpet and the floorboards and the lays of plaster the separated my room from the living room and thus from my mother and Gabe. Movie night. I should be down there right now actually, but I made up the poor excuse of a head ache in order to escape up to my room and watch Issac Rush's latest video.

But that's not what you got from that sentence was it.

It was the fact that a house containing a 35-year-old woman, a 37-year-old man and a 17-year-old teenager actually have a movie night.

Yes, yes we do. It's on the 23rd of every month. Yes. I skipped on family bonding time for a screen and some green eyes. Who wouldn't?

I closed my eyes, and breathed out on the glass fogging it up. Then I stepped back my gaze flicking back to my laptop and slowly I made my way back over to my bed.

I sat down, one leg tucked up under my butt and the other still hanging off the bed. I reached for my laptop.

Deep breathes.

Fight the butterflies.

Deep breathes.

Fight the butterflies.

I opened it and the screen came back on and there he was. Smiling that lop sided grin, a white t-shirt covered his shoulders from this angle of the camera. He was sat a desk chair. A swivel one judging by the way that he kept twisting back and forth. I bit my lip and pressed play.

"-Too and have, what a surprise come up empty handed." He grinned and my stomach did a summersault.

"So Jenny, because its so hard to ignore when a girl throws confetti in your face or offers to jump off a bridge... although I'd rather you did not do that Jenny," he stopped and grinned his eyes sparkling a bright emerald green.

"I would really like it if you put up a profile picture it'll be easier to find you. That's my anything."

He chuckled and shook his head as though he was in the mists doing something he already regretted.

"For now."

I think its safe to say that I was stunned into silence after that. The video stopped. It was finished and I was left with my jaw dropped open and my heart racing and my for the first time in awhile my mind was blank. I couldn't get it work or think. I actually didn't know whether or not it was possible to think. What were you supposed to think at a moment like that? What is a human girl to do?

Well nothing apparently.

Green eyes looking back at me through a dimming screen. A little loading time telling me that the next video would be playing in 10 seconds. For those 10 seconds I didn't blink. I sat mouth open like a fish. No, like a catfish.

Then of course I realized that I didn't want to watch the next random video and clicked CANCEL.

Then I did the most stupid thing in the entire world. I got dressed, I did my makeup and for the first time ever. I took a selfie by myself. Just me. My hair down around my shoulders. My cheeks slightly pink and my eyelashes thick and long with mascara. I used my watermelon chap stick to tint my lips pink, chewed on them slightly to puff them up.

Wow.

I looked pretty.

Kinda.

Although it did take like an hour to take a good picture. I always thought that girls were exaggerating when they talked like that, but in actual fact when it really matters, when you need to the perfect picture... it can take a lifetime.

I knew it was a bad idea. What if I wasn't what Issac expected? What if I wasn't good enough? What if someone recognized me? What if someone found out it was me? That I wasn't actually called Jenny Stewart, but Monty Montgomery?

I probably should have listened to my instinct. I shouldn't have uploaded that picture of myself, but once I did, there was no going back. Issac was going to see me. My mind drifted to the young girls in the library. They had wished to see Jenny and now they and the rest of the Issac Rush fan club would. Hopefully the makeup would mean no one would recognize me. I was sure that no one in my grade would.

I remembered my own thoughts from earlier, that I was just one in millions of fans. I was just another girl. I was no one. But that was before he made a video just for me. That was before Issac asked for something. I said myself I would do anything for him. It was amazing that I actually was going to do this. I was actually answering his 'anything'.

But despite all the anxiety running through my veins... there was also... excitement.

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A/N- 3486 words. Gosh that was a cringy one! Unfortunately I couldn't make many changes since its a key point in the story, you can definitely see my sophomore self peaking through here haha

Sorry again for the late updates! Finals week and then I leave Italy and return to the states

:( but on the bright side friends and summer are waiting for me!

Please tell me what you think! I hit 200 views and I'm so excited! thank you so much for that!