Hey guys! This is my first BTR story, and it was an idea I already had in my mind for a long time, so my highest priority was to write it out before working on my St. Berry stories. Be nice, and I hope you like!

Emma POV

Joyce, Liz and I stood in the Nickelodeon studio, eagerly chatting about the new cosmopolitan-special boys issue, when they got abruptly cut off by a loud voice filling the room. Looking up, we found it was the voice of Mr. Wickers, the head of the Nickelodeon studios.

"Okay everybody listen up!" He yelled loudly, "We're just here to introduce you guys" –He gestured to the left side of the room, were four, dare I say it, very handsome guys stood, "to you girls." –He gestured to Joyce, Liz and me. "As you know, there's coming a new series on our channel, called Flair." He said, eyeing the boys, who all nodded. "The show is about three girls, from three various countries, who go to New York, -where they meet and become best friends, bla bla bla. So Joyce, Liz, Emma – Kendall, Carlos, Logan, James. Bye."

And with that he left. "So, you guys are the new Nick superstars?" The blonde guy asked smiling.

"Yeah, we are, I guess." Joyce replied friendly, "I'm Joyce, this is Liz and this is Emma."

"Kendall," the blonde guy said pointing to his chest, "Carlos, Logan and James."

"James Maslow." The last one added, right before my phone started buzzing in my pants pocket. "Oh, sorry, I have to take this." And I pressed the green button quickly.

"So what do you guys exactly do?" I heard Liz asking.

"Are you serious?" The James-guy said on a cocky tone. Too loud too, for my opinion.

I slapped his arm, and slapped it hard. I didn't like the obvious cocky tone in his comment, he was obviously very full of himself. "Would you keep it down?" I hissed.

"You can't tell me what to do!" He talked back, on purpose extra loud.

"Just fucking shut up okay?" I hissed back, pressing the phone to my chest. I hated the guy already, and I hadn't even decently talked to him. Walking over the corner of the room, and continued my conversation with my brother, who apparently had big news. As I stood there, my back to the group, I felt like I was being watched. And not in a good way.

James POV

Did she slap me? Jeez, the girl did have some muscles; she hit hard! As she walked to the corner of the room, I couldn't help but stare.

My eyes slid over her body, her hair was loosely in a ponytail, her dark blue top was quite tight, something I did like… She had long tanned legs, legs girls would kill for.

Oh no, James, what are you doing? Stop checking her out! She's a bitch, forget about her! Tonight you'll find another fling, a better one definitely.

Emma POV

"But we actually have to go, we have to go to work." Logan said when I hung up. "Bye, it was nice meeting you!"

And after a couple of other byes and see yous, they left the room. "Omg, I think I'm gonna faint." Joyce spoke first.

"Why?" I asked.

"Have you not seen those guys? They're like freaking Greek gods!"

"I would definitely take that Carlos home…" Liz mumbled, a dreamy look on her face.

"You guys are pathetic." I laughed as I took my brown leather purse and swung it over my shoulder nonchalantly. "I have to go, but do you guys want to go eat something tonight?"

"Sure!" Liz replied happily, clapping her hands.

"Actually I can't, I have a date!" Joyce spoke. Liz and I both turned our heads in her direction, a surprised look on both our faces; It had been forever since Joyce had a date, she was always busy and never had time for boys. "I do!"

"Okay," I laughed, and turned to Liz again. "then I guess it'll be just you and me! I'll call you guys later, oh and Joyce?"

"Yes?"

"Use a condom." I joked, just before I closed the door. As I walked through the large corridors, I thought about those guys. They seemed nice. Well, except for that James, who was so fond of himself. But even I had to admit he was cute, if not to say hot. But hey, like he was ever gonna find out.

James POV

As we left the room I couldn't help but overthink what had happened. The girl was like immune for my charms, and she hit me. Me! I already hated her. Though I had to admit, she was hot.

When we arrived at the set, I told the guys I'd be right back, I just had to go to the bathroom real quick. Well, not really, but something inside me made me want to go back there, in case I'd run into her.

As I headed to the men's room, my phone started buzzing. A grin formed on my lips when I saw the caller ID: Jennifer. My latest catch of the week, and bikinimodel.

"Hey Jen!" I spoke into the speaker on an over-excited tone.

"Hey James, I was thinking, maybe we could hang out tonight again?" I had to say, her voice? Not as charming as her body.

And so the sentence escaped my mouth for the 100th time, if it wasn't more: "I'm sorry Jen, you're really nice and all, but I think we're just not right for each other, okay?"

"But… But…"

"Bye Jennifer!" I said quickly, and hung up almost immediately. It had become easy through time.

Looking at my phone after hanging up, I didn't see the girl walking up to me, searching in her purse. We ran into each other quite hard, and I almost dropped my expensive cellphone.

"Hey! Watch where you're going!" I yelled before I saw who it was. It was Emma, and I could see the fire in her eyes.

"Only if you do the same, moron!" she bit back.

"I'm the moron?" I asked insulted.

"Yes, you are! Gosh, you think you're so cool, don't you?"

Emma POV

"Yes, you are! Gosh, you think you're so cool, don't you?" I hissed, my blood was literally cooking right now, I don't think I ever hated someone so quickly.

"Thanks! And I do, 'cause I AM!"

"Ugh, no you're not!"

"You wanna go out with me?" He yelled, still looking angry.

My face went from angry to confused to insulted. What. The. Fuck. Did. He. Just. Ask. I laughed. "You think I would go out with you?"

"Everybody would. C'mon, admit it, you think I'm superhot."

"Everybody except me then. God, you're so full of yourself!"

"Why not?" Why not? Is he seriously asking? God, this guy was annoying.

"Because I know your type James! Every week another girl, most preferably a blond bikini model, since those are easy to wind round your finger? You're just like all those other famous guys; a complete ass."

James POV

How did she dare to say that to me? My brain was working rapidly, and it was like we were the only two persons on earth. I had to say something that would hurt her as much as her last comment had hurt me, not that I showed it of course.

"What about you? You look like the kind of girl guys literally run away from." I spat, and I swore I could see in her eyes that that one had hurt. But soon a dirty grin appeared on her face and her eyes literally spat fire.

"Maybe I am, maybe I'm not." She simply replied and brushed past me. Something weird happened. My skin tingled where hers had touched mine and my palms started sweating. Why did she have that effect on me? That's not supposed to happen!

Emma POV

He was wrong. Back in New York guys practically lined up to date me, I was just really picky. But it did hurt that he thought I looked like someone they would run from.

I smiled to myself as I walked away. This was gonna be interesting: it's typical for guys like James to be extremely sensitive when girls won't go out with them, I could see in his eyes he wasn't used to girls like me. He would do everything to get me.

This was it, liked or hated? Next chapter should be up soon, depending on the feedback I get. Review please!

Love, Hach.