"M, you can't just go up and talk to him!" Alex, my best friend for the last four years hissed at me. "He's Nick Jonas!"
"So? I'm Miley Cyrus. And he's hot." I pulled at the hem of the bottom of my dress. I was very thankful that I'd decided to wear a dress that day, instead of my usual skinny jeans or sweatpants. My dress was one I'd purchased in Forever 21 last weekend with A. She picked it out, telling me it looked awesome on me. In keeping with the current trend, it was a vintage style floral print dress, with a scoop neckline that accentuated my recently acquired C cups. It ended around the middle of my tan thighs, and hugged onto them perfectly.
"But-but, he's Nick Jonas!" she persisted, as if he was the biggest deal ever. In truth, I suppose he was a big deal. He was probably the most popular guy at our school. But Alex was exaggerating it a lot.
"A, he goes to school with us! He's in my bio class!" I told her, trying to make her see sense. I ran a hand through my lightened wavy locks, in an attempt to mess them up perfectly.
"Yes...but he's Nick Jonas!" She shook her head, wisps of her dirty blonde hair gently falling into her face. She seemed to think I was missing something blatantly obvious.
"I swear, if you say that again-" I threatened but was cut off by the fact that we were now at the top of the queue at Dunkin Donuts and the small female staff member was asking for our order.
"Iced Vanilla Latte to take away please," Alex said, glancing at me as if that was some sort of sign for me to order, before slipping her hand into her white oversized purse and fishing around for some money.
"Make that two," I smiled at the woman behind the register, handing her the twenty I already had taken out. "This ones on me, A."
"Thanks," she smiled, as the woman worked at getting our drinks to us. "I so owe you, M"
"You're welcome, A." I smirked at her, then glanced back at Nick Jonas and his friends, who were leaning against a table near the door. His dark Ray Ban's were disguised in his luscious dark curly hair, revealing his beautiful mocha eyes. He was smirking at something his friends were saying. I smiled dreamily at him, my eyes scanning down his muscular body, down his dark skinny jeans to his feet, which were covererd by black converse. In all my fourteen and a half years-the half is very important-I had never seen such perfection.
"Jesus, M, way to make it obvious," Alex said beside me, amused by the look on my face. I shoved at her arm playfully.
A tired looking woman handed us our coffees and we walked towards the door.
I stopped suddenly, glancing around, my eyes falling on Nick again, then I looked back at Alex's confused hazel eyes. "Can we sit?" I begged her with pleading eyes.
"Do you just want to stare at him?" she asked, rolling her eyes.
"Hey, I bought you coffee. You owe me," I smirked, knowing I had her. She rolled her eyes again and sat down at a table a few tables away, perfect admiring distance. She sat with her back facing them and I sat across from her.
"Darling, I don't know why you waste your time," she muttered, taking a sip of her Iced Latte.
"Well, why do you waste your time on Max?" I asked, knowing that hit below the belt. I couldn't make eye contact with Alex, so I stared at Nick as inconspiciously as I could manage.
"That's different," she mumbled, looking at the basic wooden table we were sitting at.
"Sure it is," I said, not pressing the subject. I knew she hated talking about him with me. She and him just have this weird...connection that I don't understand. It's like, no matter what he does, she'll stay with him. And he definitely uses that to his advantage.
"Did you finish that Spanish assignment?" she asked, changing the subject. My brows knitted together in confusion.
"What assingment?" Alex rambled on about school for a little while, then when we were both finished, I interrupted her mid-sentence.
"Should I talk to him, or just walk by, or should I wink at him or...?"
"Thanks for interrupting me, but I think you should do none of those things, because he's-"
"Don't say it!" I screeched, putting my hand over her mouth. She laughed, removing my hand.
I diverted my eyes back to him, grinning. I knew what I was going to do. I glanced at Alex and her face scrunched up with worry as she read the determination in my eyes. "Don't do this, Miley," she said, calling me by my name, for once.
I ignored her, and stood up, pulling at the hem of my dress, letting it show a little more cleavage and muttered "Be right back," to Alex. She groaned in reply. God, thanks for the support, bestie.
I pursed my lips together, checking that my favourite strawberry lipgloss was still in place. I smiled and strutted over to their table. I caught Nick looking at me as I walked towards them, and blushed deeply.
"Hey," I said casually when I reached their group. Damn, they were all hot. They all stared at me, like I was an alien. Like a 'who-the-fuck-are-you-and-what-the-fuck-are-you-doing-here' kind of look. I finally got the courage to look up at Nick and into his mocha coloured eyes. I tried my best to smolder my eyes into his for a few seconds before speaking.
"Nick, did you get the bio homework? I'm getting a D and I can't fail now," I said, giggling a little, not moving my eyes from his. Of course, I'd made that up. I'm getting a B in bio, which isn't so bad. And I knew we had not received any homework. Somewhere in the middle of my request, Nick's dreamy eyes had drifted down my body. I'm almost certain I saw him biting his perfect light pink lips. I smiled in satisfaction. This was going better than I thought.
Suddenly his eyes turned sour and he looked away, his lips pressed together like he was trying to hold in a laugh. "No, I didn't," he said quietly, his voice smooth, as usual. A few of his friends chuckled and muttered incoherent words to each other.
My smile faded, but somehow, I managed not to blush. "Oh, okay," I said, running a hand through my hair, trying to seem casual. "See you in class," I said, turning around and walking back to where Alex was sat. I sat down, not meeting her eyes, but keeping them fixed on Nick, analyzing everything that just happened.
"Well?" Alex asked. I diverted my eyes to hers, sighing in defeat.
"You were right. He's a waste of time. Still hot, though, just for the record." Alex laughed.
Suddenly their whole group got up and walked out the door. I watched as Nick said something to Jason, probably the second hottest of the group and then walked back towards the queue for the register, subtly placing his Blackberry on our table, not making eye contact with Alex or I, but walking right past us, up to the queue.
I looked at Alex in disbelief then smiled, glancing back at him, but he still had his back to us. The rest of his friends had already left and were nowhere in sight.
"Put in your number you idiot!" Alex hissed at me, shaking me out of my shocked state. I picked up his shiny black Blackberry and carefully entered my number saving it under 'Girl from Bio ;)'. Within a few seconds of me leaving the phone back down on the table, he walked by and picked it up, as if it was the most casual thing in the world.
"Don't scream!" Alex begged, as soon as Nick was out of earshot. I grinned hugely and laughed. I had a good feeling about this.