BEAUTIFUL STRANGER - A KEVIN JONAS SHORT STORY

Previously...

"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."

My tray dropped to the ground with an ear-splitting clatter and I stormed out of the cafeteria. The girls stared at me as I passed them and walked back into the school building, finding a bathroom and entering one of the stalls to fume.

Who is he to say I'm not special?!

My fingers found my phone in my pocket and dialed the number of my brother before I could stop them. I felt angrier than I had since moving to Wyckoff, New Jersey. The last reason I'd felt this angry was finding out I had to leave my school and my friends to move to a rinky-dink town on the east coast.

"Hey, Mel!" my brother's eager voice shouted.

"Greg, you have no idea how nice it is to hear your voice." I sighed, feeling my body temperature cool down slightly.

"What happened?" asked my brother, knowingly.

"Well, you know me and new kids."

"Mel, you haven't been showing off, have you?"

I smirked at a memory at my old school; I'd skateboarded down a flight of steps, up onto the rail, and all the way around the fountain to win a bet from the skateboard punks.

"I would never!" I gasped in mock-horror.

"Yeah, right."

"Greg, you think I'm special, right?"

"Of course, Mel. You're smart, and funny, and athletic, and an awesome little sis."

"Thanks."

"So who's the guy that made you think you weren't special?"

"His name is Kevin Jonas and he's a total ass. God he really burns my toast. I just want to…" I snorted and imagined myself beating Kevin with my discarded tray.

"Melissa, maybe you just shouldn't go to school anymore. I mean, you're not legally required to."

"Yeah, but I liked it in L.A. with my friends."

"Look, you graduated college when you were ten. You're smarter than anyone I know, and frankly I think you should become emancipated and live wherever you want."

"I can't do that to mom and dad. They hated the fact that I moved to Massachusetts so I could go to college. They just wanted me to be a kid. I'm almost an adult, anyway."

"Did you tell mom that I'm coming home this weekend?" Greg asked, for the first time.

"Since when are you coming home?"

"I figured it'd be nice to come home for Easter, little sis. Or have you forgotten about the day of Christ's resurrection?"

"Yeah, yeah, yeah. I'll tell 'em but you'd better bring your amazing Italian Easter pie. You know how everyone flips over it."

"Of course, little sis. Hey, I've got class in about thirty seconds, okay? But I'll see you this weekend."

"Alright, Greg. Love you."

"Love you to the moon."

The call ended and I almost forgot I was in the bathroom. My brother could always calm me down, and after the intense urge to kick Kevin Jonas's ass dissipated, I left the bathroom to pursue human interaction.

"There you are!" perky-blonde Barbie said, her horde of gaggling girls following her every move. "You didn't look too happy after talking to Kevin."

"Yeah, well. He was pretty inconsiderate."

"He's a freak. But don't worry about him. We're your real friends."

"Danielle, move aside." perky-blonde said to the brunette, shooing her with her perfectly manicured hand.

"Thanks." I didn't really care that the look of them made me want to vomit, all I wanted was to talk to someone.

"I'm Alanis, by the way. That's Brittney and Marcy. And this is Danielle." she said, introducing me to the other girls. I smiled politely, not letting on that I wanted to rip their fake extensions out of their heads.

The following morning, I walked into homeroom with my headphones in, listening to 'The Way' by Fastball. The perky girls waved excitedly at me, thinking that I was their best friend, now. I waved back to them and took my seat beside Kevin in the back.

Reclining in his chair, he stared straight forward with his arms crossed defensively. I pulled a pen out of my backpack and began doodling a picture of Kevin getting mauled by a tiger. While the teacher droned on about something that had no importance to me, I colored in the dark spots of blood gushing from his body.

A crumpled piece of paper bounced off my desk and onto the floor beside me. I rolled my eyes and bent down to pick it up, already knowing who had thrown it. Unfolding the wad, a sense of longing came over me. I didn't understand why I longed to hear his voice.

Is that me?

He had written, obviously meaning my drawing. I smirked and fought back the laughter that threatened to erupt from my body. With a scribble, I tossed the paper back in his direction. A few moments later it fell into my lap once more.

Is that me?

Why? You're not special, so why should you care?

I didn't mean it. I was just joking.

Whatever.

I'm sorry. I didn't think you would be so offended. I thought you would just hit my arm and scoff. I really am sorry.

Sure. I can believe that. *sarcasm*

The bell rang, signaling the end of class and I stood to leave. Kevin grabbed my hand, holding me back. With annoyance, I turned to stare at him, and was forced to look in his gorgeous honey colored eyes. My knees buckled beneath me again, though I wasn't able to catch myself this time. Instead, I fell to the floor with a low thud.

"What do you want?" I begged, my eyes not leaving the ground.

"You." he said, kneeling beside me.

I forced myself to stand up saying, "Look, I don't think I can handle this crap anymore, okay? So, don't expect to see me again."

"What?"

WHERE IS SHE GOING?!!

READ ON TO FIND OUT!!