Jessica's POV

At the pond…

"You're so… ugh! I can't believe you drove my grandmother's car into a mud pile, stowed away in my garage, and pushed me into this stupid pond! You're so ignorant! Don't you care about anyone besides yourself?" I screamed at Chris.

He stared at me inquisitively, thinking. His blue eyes pierced me. His blonde hair, perfectly wind blown. How could someone look this good after just wading through mud deeper than my grandma's car?

Stop it, Jessica, I told myself. He's just a big time, successful jerk. Don't get caught up with his… looks.

"You said you didn't know me." His voice broke my reverie.

I looked up. "What? Yeah, I know."

"Well, then why do you act like you do?" His voice wasn't mad, it was just… wondering.

"I do not!"

"There you go defending yourself again!" He threw his hands up into the air. "Just tell me; why do you act like I'm the bad guy. I've tried to be as nice as I could, and all you do is complain! I may not know a lot about normal people, but I think most are a little more gracious than you."

"Me? But you've-"

"Yes, we all know I haven't been as great as all of my fans think I am," He rolled his eyes. "But I've tried my best. So you should give me a chance since I gave you one."

I looked at him. Behind his movie star and music loving appearance, I could see there was an intellectual side of him, too. "Well, I mean, I know I'm not the nicest to you, but you don't really deserve it! You're so stuck up that you don't even act like a human being any more!"He just looked at me. "Everyone's human. Even big movie stars."

I sat there and thought about it. "Yeah…"

"I may not be perfect, but I'm just human."

I sighed. He was right, however much I would hate to admit it.

He smiled a crooked smile at me. "I know I shouldn't have been mad at you since I'm not exactly the best example of 'nice', but neither have you."

"Okay, I will admit that I haven't really given you much of a chance. I just stereotyped you under my 'superstar' category."

"So, should we just start over?" He asked.

"Oh, I guess we could." I smiled.

He leaned forward. "So I've finally won something, haven't I, Mrs. Stubborn?"

I punched him playfully, leaning closer. "I guess you could call it that, but don't get too used to it."

He laughed. "Don't worry, I won't."

Our lips were inches apart. Then I saw Chris's cheeks flush with chagrin.

"What?" I asked, pulling away.

He covered his mouth with one hand and pointed at my chest with the other.

I looked down. Sure enough, my white shirt, soaked with water, was see-through.

My cheeks flamed. "Oh my gosh! Don't look!"

"What-" I pushed him away from me while I panicked.

"What am I going to do?"

"I don't know!" He flustered, facing away from me.

"Give me your jacket!"

"What-"

"Just give me it!"

He scrunched his eyes together while I yanked his jacket off, slipping it onto me.

"You just want to have my jacket."

"Do not! But maybe if the paparazzi come, they'll think we're going out." I laughed.

"But, what if we were.""Oh, don't be silly." I laughed. "You're going out with Alexis-"

"But what if I don't want to be?"

"But-"

He leaned forward and kissed me. He broke away after a few seconds and looked at me, his blue eyes sparkling like diamond.

"Hey, I'm only human."