BEAUTIFUL STRANGER - A KEVIN JONAS SHORT STORY

"Class, this is Melissa Davenport; she'll be joining our class. Say hello, everyone." the woman I knew as Mrs. Green introduced, provoking a few grunts of acknowledgement from the class of juniors. "Now, Melissa, why don't you tell us a little bit about yourself."

"Uh, I'm sixteen; I just moved here from Hollywood, California…" a group of girls perked up as I said this and I groaned internally.

"So, does that like mean you know like celebrities and stuff?" one of the perky girls asked, her obviously-dyed-blonde-over-hairsprayed-hair gleaming in the light.

"Well, if I was related to someone in the business or lived in the part of town that hosted most celebrities, yes it would mean that I like knew like celebrities like and like stuff like." I mocked, twirling my brown hair between my fingers. Laughter erupted from the boys and a few of the girls in the room.

"Shut up." she hissed to her classmates.

"Truthfully, I do know Matt Damon, but that's only because he's my cousin." I didn't bother adding that I knew Ben Affleck, Jennifer Garner, Jennifer Lopez, Reese Witherspoon, and well…an incredible amount of celebrities. Matt was awesome, and he always allowed me to tag along to the awards shows as long as I didn't tell them about the time he wore a giant pink bunny costume (reminiscent of the one in A Christmas Story) on his first date.

"I loved him in the Bourne Identity!" a jock said, giving one of his jock buddies a high five.

"Can I take my seat now?" I asked Mrs. Green, who nodded and directed me to a seat beside a quiet boy with extremely curly hair.

"Hey." he said, his voice melting my bones unexpectedly.

"Hi." I said, pulling a binder from my messenger bag and tugging a pencil from my bun.

"Do you always keep writing utensils in your hair?" he asked, leaning back in his chair.

Do you always make girls faint with your voice? "No, but I thought since today was my first day, I'd shove a whole bunch in there for fun." His laughter warmed me from head to toe so much that I had to pull off my motorcycle jacket and drape it across the back of my seat.

"What's your favorite of theirs?" the boy asked, pointing at my Nirvana T-shirt.

"Hmmm…I do really like 'Breed' and 'Stay Away', but I'd have to say that 'Smells like teen spirit' is my favorite. Kurt Cobain was truly an underestimated and highly disturbed artist."

The look on his face belied his words. He looked far too surprised that I actually knew who Nirvana was and what songs they had for him to simply say, "Cool."

"Yeah. Cool."

Homeroom passed by quickly and soon I had made it to lunch. Following the sea of two hundred students to the cafeteria, I felt two sets of hands on either of my arms, pulling me with them and out of the stream. I turned my head confused, realizing it was two of the perky girls from homeroom who were kidnapping me from lunch. They led me outside to a table that had a tablecloth laid out on it, where two other girls sat excitedly.

"Welcome to ECHS!" the embarrassed blonde said, a fake smile plastered on her face.

"Uh…thanks?" I said, hearing my stomach grumble in disapproval of these plastic people.

"We just wanted to invite you to have lunch with us and we wanted to warn you about Kevin Jonas." the blonde said, leaning in as she spoke about Kevin.

"Who?" I was starting to become incredibly annoyed with these people.

"The boy with curly hair in homeroom, duh!" said one of the girls who had grabbed my arm.

"Uh…okay…I'll try?" I began to stand up, but both girls pulled me back down.

"He's a freak, okay? So, just don't talk to him."

"Look…I don't know who you are to judge anyone, blondie, but I'm going to go have lunch…and then I'm going to find Kevin." I stood from the table, smiled, and left them with their mouths hanging open in anger and surprise.

It didn't take me long to find Kevin Jonas, seeing as he was the last person in line when I joined the ranks. Feeling rather foolish, I just stood behind him without saying anything. It was my first day, after all, and I was just a nervous alien from outer-space.

When the line moved forward, Kevin glanced back and cracked a smile, "Been a while since I've seen you, Nirvana."

"You too, Kevin." I watched as he frowned and picked up a tray.

"How do you know my name?"

I picked up a tray and followed him down the lunch line, "A few plastic Barbie-doll birds told me."

He laughed again and my knees buckled, bringing me down a few inches before I caught myself.

"Alanis, Brittney, Marcy and Danielle." he said, shaking his head.

"They also told me to stay away from you…why?"

"They don't like individuality. Anyone who deviates from the norm, strays from conformity, they burn at the stake."

"Really? They seemed to really want to be my friend, and I'm not exactly…normal."

"You're from Hollywood. Of course they want to be your friend." scoffed Kevin, taking a slice of pizza and a scoop of fruit cocktail.

"Excuse me?" I was offended by that statement, though I shouldn't have been.

"It's true. Everyone wants to be friends with Hollywood, no matter if you're special or not."

"Oh, really? Am I special?" I cocked my eyebrow and awaited his answer.

He looked me up and down before saying, "No."

Gasp!!!! How can sweet Kevin Jonas be so rude?!

READ ON TO FIND OUT!!!