Chapter 1

Jonah Wizard knew he was the hottest celebrity to grace this era. After all, who didn't? His fans buzzed around him like bees to honey, and swarmed him like flies to dead meat. Not that he was dead meat. Scratch that. Right now, he felt like dead meat. He was dead tired from his last concert, and the limo was surrounded by screaming fangirls. There was no way he could make it without being torn apart.

Flies swarmed around him, and bees buzzed. It was quite annoying actully, considering that he was trying to hide from his fans, and the paparazzi. Never hide in a rosebush. He thought to himself. He shook his head glumly. Sometimes, it was annoying to be the hottest thing on the planet.

His cell phone rang. It was one of a kind, and people everywhere recognized it. The New York Times reporter whipped his head around. "Jonah!" He cried in a nasally voice. "Is it true that you've been dating Taylor Swift?" Jonah groaned. He hated it when people saw him with someone and instantly assumed he was with them. Yo, it wasn't his fault Taylor Swift had approached him to do a duet, which he'd instantly declined.

"Jonah!" Some over enthusiastic fan girl screamed. She jumped at him, tearing his one of a kind hoodie. Jonah shoved her away, and the girl fell to her knees, muttering, "I touched Jonah Wizard. I touched Jonah Wizard. I touched Jonah Wizard."

Instantly fans and paparazzi alike swarmed him, swallowing him up, pencils poised, ready to take notes. "No!" He said, struggling to get his gangsta personality back. "No, y'all got it wrong." He winked at the fangirls and they all sighed in unison. "I got my eyes on some other pretty girl," he paused, looking at all the fan girls. He shrugged." She might even be here."

Fan girls all over the crowd gasped, and started jumping up and down shouting, "Oh, My GOSH! Is it me?"

Just then his phone rang again. He answered it, knowing that it would be on most of the news stations by tommorow evening. He could see it now: Jonah Wizard, Teen Sensation, Answers His Girlfriend's Call During Press Conference. Who's the Lucky Girl?

"Yes. Da Wiz here." Jonah answered. His fans sighed in approval.

"Jonah, where are you?" A girl's voice asked. "It sounds like you're being surrounded by your fans. Are you?"

"Yes, and who is this?" Jonah asked, dropping his gansta' talk.

"Um, Amy Cahill. Didn't you look at your caller ID?"

"Amy?" Jonah asked. "What do you want?" His fans eyes opened wide. They had their next objective: Find this Amy, and slaughter her.

"I was calling to invite you to a reunion. Next week, at my house. Maybe like 10:30 or so? Everyone else from the Gauntlet will be there." Instantly, Jonah thought of her. He blushed a deep red. People whipped their cellphones out and took pictures. Flashes reverberated everywhere. Jonah groaned.

"Sure I'll be there. Bye hon." All he heard before he ended the call was Amy's stutter,

"Wh-wh-what are you doing?"

He laughed. If there was one thing the Wiz couldn't resist, it was torturing Amy Cahill. "Yo, dudes, gotta jet, girlfriend's calling." He winked at all the fangirls and they instantly forgave him.

Jonah arrived at the Cahill's mansion at the same time as the Kabras. For whatever reason, this bugged him. He wanted to make his own entrance, by himself, not with two british hotties by him. He rolled his eyes.

"Harry, just bring the bags in. Gotta bounce." He smoothly stepped out of the car and paraded up to the front porch. He rang the bell, the Kabras right behind him. Nellie threw open the door.

"Hey!" She yelled wrapping Jonah in a hug. He felt warmth flood him, and he didn't know why. "You're late." She said dropping the hug. "Now come in and eat. We're having pasta. Your choice of sauce."

Ian smirked behind him, after Nellie left. "So, what was up with that hug?" He asked in his smooth British accent, arching his eyebrows.

Jonah shrugged. "Absolutely no idea."

After they had eaten, and cleaned up, (Nellie's orders) they went into the living room. Dan spoke first, with an evil glint in his eye. "So, who wants to play Truth or Dare?"

Nellie stood up. "I'll leave you teenagers to your game. I'm way too old for this."

Jonah wistfully watched Nellie leave, wondering why it hurt. Ian spoke up, smirking. "So, Jonah, Truth or Dare?"

Jonah gulped. Either way, whether it was for him or someone else, the results wouldn't be pretty.