Lilly's POV

"What do you want Jonas?" I asked, looking up at his eyes, my gaze filled with pure hate. Any other girl would've died at the sight of his gorgeous eyes, but not me. I was the one girl in the entire school, heck, in the entire world who was not falling all over him.

"I want you to get out of my seat," he shot back, glaring.

"Your seat? Last time I checked your name wasn't on this table. There's 50 other tables—why don't you go sit there?" I retorted, slamming my fork down and standing up.

The entire cafeteria had gotten dead silent and was watching us.

He took a step closer. "Bitch that's my seat—get out!" he yelled.

I kept my voice low and under control. "Or what?" I growled, giving him my signature death stare, reserved specifically for him.

He returned the look, looking down at me and said harshly, "You are SO lucky you're a girl and I can't hit you."

I scoffed. "What, afraid a girl will kick your ass?" The room erupted with laughter and "Ooooooooooh Joe are you gonna take that?"

Joe was fuming. His hands curled into fists, and he said loud enough for only me to here, "You better watch your back Truscott."

LIVELAUGHLOVE

I should probably give you some background info. So my name is Lily Truscott and I'm a sophomore (16) at Seaview High. I'm not your typical girly-girl. Yes, I am considered to have a good sense of style and dress girly, but my personality is totally different than the usual girls. One main difference: I can eat. Unlike most of the other girls, I love food; I have the appetite of a boy. However, I play just as many sports as a boy too. I'm considered very athletic and I live to play sports—especially skateboarding and surfing. Another huge difference: my physical strength and temper. I don't have a bad temper, but if you did something to really piss me off, I will not be afraid to kick your ass.

My best friends are Oliver and Miley (also my step sister). They are pretty much my entire life; I would die without them.

And then there's him. He is the reason I hate school (other than the work), the most despicable, rude, obnoxious boy on the planet. Joe Jonas. Everything about him makes me want to puke: his i'm-so-hot-and-i-can-get-any-girl-i-want attitude, his oh-so-famous smirk, his cockiness, his ego, his existence.

Yes, I'll admit he has great hair and style, and is pretty damn hot, and his band (Jonas Brothers? Yeah there's no way you haven't heard of them) has amazing music. But he's a jerk. And he thinks that he's on top of the world, and I just want to punch some sense into him.

So you can imagine my shock/anger/despair when my English teacher assigned as partners for an interview/essay project.

LIVELAUGHLOVE

Joe's POV

"WHAT?" We both glanced at each other and turned back to Mr. Corelli. "ARE YOU KIDDING ME?" We exclaimed simultaneously.

"No I am dead serious. You're partners now and I expect you to work things out," he stated simply.

I groaned. Shoot me now why don't you. I have to do this with her? I don't want to talk to her, let alone interview her! I knew it. He hates me. Psh he's just jealous I'm famous and he's not.

Lilly whipped around to face me. "I guess we're stuck together. Try not to make this a living hell for me please."

I smirked. "Your wish is my command," I replied sarcastically.

"Asshole," she muttered. "I need an A. So listen up. After school, we'll go back to my house, I'll ask you questions, you'll answer truthfully and vice versa. Kay? Kay."

I laughed without amusement. "Do I have a choice? Fine fine. But we're going to MY house."

She rolled her eyes. "Whatever."

I watched her walk off, her blonde hair blew back from the breeze. She had breathtaking eyes filled with emotion, and an amazing body. Too bad I hate her guts and everything she says.

The next two periods passed without much excitement, more girls threw themselves at me. I smiled whenever they did and flirted back, but inside I was disgusted. At them and at myself. The final bell rang and I walked out of class and headed for my car, and saw her standing there, one hand on her hip, the running through her hair. One foot was on top of her skateboard, waiting for me. I sauntered up to her and leaned against the car, twirling my keys. She rolled her eyes and asked, "Are you going to drive or do you need someone to do that for you just like everything else?"

Lilly really knew how to piss me off. I opened the door and got in, and she reluctantly did the same. "Who said you could come in?" She glared at me and I muttered, "Jeez, can you take a joke?" She just rolled her eyes again and finally we pulled into my driveway.

Here we go.