Takes place: After 'Big Time Crib'
Disclaimer: I do not own Big Time Rush, or any characters besides "BeltGirl" and Dallas.
Warnings: Algebra honors content. IT'S SCARY. Lol anyway. That's pretty much it
Rating: still T. possibly for language
A/N: congrats to the BTR section for exceeding 100 stories! :D
"James?" the teacher's voice called expectantly, snapping me out of my numbed-brain state.
"Huh?... yeah?" I asked, chewing on the end of my pen nervously.
"What did you get for number 8?" she said as if it were the fifth time she'd said it.
I looked down at the paper I never bothered to even start on.
Write an equation, in point slope form, of the line that passes through the point (5, 2) and ha-
Oh, what am I doing? No matter how many times I read it, I won't understand this. Logan came to my rescue, and slid a paper onto my desk with the answer on it.
"Uhhh… y-2 = ½ (x-5)" I said, not even knowing what I actually had.
"Very good, James." She falsely praised, "Now, who has number 9?"
"Thanks Logan." I mumbled and he patted my shoulder saying 'anytime.'
I went back to my brain feeling numb from all the math, but only for a few minutes, until someone was at the door.
"Dude, that's Dallas Northe." Carlos almost whispered, but it was pretty loud.
We all just stared at the actress at the door. She was tan, but not too tan, and had medium blonde hair, with black on the lower layers of her bangs. The bottom layers of her hair made it all the way down to her mid stomach. She had on a bright blue spaghetti strap tank top and a black vest, with gray super-skinny jeans. She had on black flip flops and her toenails were painted white. I looked over at the rest of the guys, all jaws dropped. There, right there, in front of us was one of the most gorgeous actresses we've ever seen our age. This girl, whose poster I have in my room, was walking into our class. We weren't sure, but it looked like she was joining class, which didn't make sense. Palmwoods was 'home of the future famous,' and she was definitely currently famous. She has a lead role on a hit TV show, a smokin' body and a face to match. She was the definition of famous. My hands instinctively went up to my hair to fix it.
"Well hello ms Northe, nice of you to join us today." Dallas Northe just smiled ag . "What's your latest obsession? "
"Uhhh… cheesy pick-up lines." She laughed, her voice sounded familiar, but duh, she's on TV.
"Very nice, Dallas, go ahead and take a seat." The teacher laughed.
The only desk available was next to the Jennifers. Dallas walked over, and without even thinking twice or looking at them, she picked up the desk in front of me. She looked over at us and got an excited smile on her face. "Holy crap! It's Big Time Rush!" and continued on like nothing was happening. She carried the desk over to the other side of the room, away from the Jennifers, and they all gave her a look. I was just amazed that Dallas Northe knew who we were.
Newest Objective: talk to the star.
Not to be a jerk, but I love this story. Haha. I go back and read it, and make myself laugh. This one was kinda short though, huh?