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Drew, for the first time in a long while, slept extremely well that night. His sleep was deep and was never disturbed. It had been a dreamless sleep—well, almost. When he awoke, he couldn't really recall what his short dream had been, but he just knew one thing: at some point, the dark-haired Jessica had been in it.

Drew was starting to become uncomfortable with how much she seemed to be on his mind. He knew that since that first day they met and she had nearly given him a stroke seemed to leave an imprint in his mind, but why was it on his mind all of the time? He was Drew Hitley, so surely he had other things to do—better things to do! His schedule should be what was on his mind. All of his interviews and photo shoots should be what he was thinking about, not a girl.

After all, he told himself, Drew Hitley doesn't fall for a girl. Girls fall for Drew Hitley.

Wait a minute, why was he even thinking about 'falling'? She was simply a nobody that he needed to add to his fan base. But that was just it. Why did he have to have her in his fan club? Why did he care? After all, she was just one person, right? He was being ridiculous, he realized. He couldn't even answer his own haunting question. A small voice in his head could answer, but he refused to listen to it.

Just then, a knock came to his door. Drew crossed the room and opened it reluctantly. He would kill whoever was disturbing him this early in the morning without a good reason. The only acceptable reason he could come up with was someone saving his life by telling him there was about to be an earthquake.

Because it was a force of habit and it was normal routine, Drew looked at himself quickly in the mirror before answering the door.

Not bad at all for just waking up.

"Mr. Hitley," his chauffeur nodded politely, "good morning."

"Actually, it's not such a good morning," Drew scowled. "How could it be a decent morning when someone comes knocking on your door at all hours?"

His chauffeur sighed, trying to keep his patience. He straightened his quaint hat.

"Sir, I was only knocking this early to benefit you."

"How so?"

"Well, sir, between you and me," he began.

The limousine driver leaned in closer and dropped his voice down to a whisper. This confused Drew. Why was he leaning in to whisper with his chauffeur in a hotel hallway at six o'clock in the morning? But at the same time, he wanted to hear what he had to say. Something, perhaps it was the urgent tone in his driver's voice, told him it was something he'd want to hear.

"Mr. Hitley," he started again, "It has been brought to my attention that over the period of time you have been attending this school—"

"Get on with it, please, I'm tired!"

"Yes, sir," he said in a restrained voice. "But like I was saying, lately I have noticed that a certain someone usually gets to school a little earlier than most of the other students."

Drew's eyebrows knitted.

"Well, good for them," Drew rolled his eyes. "Now, if you excuse me, I think I hear some ice cream calling my name."

Drew tried to shut his door, but it was stopped by his impatient driver.

"What are you doing?"

"Sir, I honestly do believe you'd be interested in this."

"Tell me later."

"I can't! I must tell you now!"

"Fine! Fine! Just hurry up! I am about to fall asleep standing up. Now, why would I care if some person gets to school early?"

"Mr. Hitley, it's not just some person."

"Tell me who goes to that school that really means any significance to me."

"Miss Jessica, sir."

This grabbed his attention as he was about to shut the door again. He suddenly felt more awake.

"Go on," said Drew.

A knowing smile spread across the portly man's face. He took a deep breath.

"She usually gets to school around six twenty. I took time to memorize the time for your benefit, sir."

"How did you know?" was all Drew could say.

"A little birdie told me."

Drew was starting to feel the color rising in his cheeks.

"Tell me, why would that matter?" he asked.

He was an actor. He should be able to sound more convincing! However, his gracious chauffeur didn't call him out on it.

"Sir, I just remembered how you gave this girl a ride home and—"

"So what? I gave a lot of girls a ride home on my first day."

"Yes, sir. But you didn't stop to get them hot chocolate or literally drag them into your car."

Drew was shocked. How did he know about that? His driver read his face like a book.

"You talk in your sleep, Mr. Hitley."

This time he knew for a fact his face was as red as a tomato. Now he remembered what he'd been dreaming about... how embarrassing!

"It was... uh... nothing. I can't control what I dream about! It's totally involuntary! I... I..."

"It's alright, sir."

"No, it's not alright! There is nothing to be alright on! There's nothing going on!" he said defensively, running his hand through his blonde hair in frustration.

"Sir, if you don't mind me saying, I have noticed how infatuated you seem to be with this girl."

"I'm not infatuated with Jessica! That's—that's hilarious! She's just... just... different. Jessica is... something else."

"If we continue to stand here and chatter we will not get to the school early enough."

"Fine, let me get dressed!" Drew said hurriedly, shutting the door.

The wise chauffeur smiled to himself triumphantly and went downstairs to prepare the car.

As the limo pulled up, all Drew had on his mind was Jessica—again. Surprisingly, he actually liked how a crowd of girls wasn't completely swarming him when he got out of the car. In fact, no one came. Since any girl who would have run up to him was probably too busy at home putting on fifty tons of makeup, he was completely alone. Jessica was the only one who bothered to get to school early, which meant he would get more alone time.

Drew took advantage of this quiet time to himself and tried to plan out what he would say to her. For the hundredth time, Jessica was the first girl he was speechless in front of. He wondered what it was about her that made his mind go completely blank...

Perhaps it was her originality and how natural she was. She didn't seem superficial and plastic like so many of the others. Maybe it was something else that had to do with looks, like how she had pretty hair without having to work on it and bright blue eyes. To be honest, he was surprised she wasn't taken. To add to it, her skin color was completely natural and not sprayed on.

Her attitude was also different. She was the first girl he had ever met who didn't fall all over him. Jessica Kramer didn't do fanaticism, obviously, and that was something completely alien to him. For some reason, he almost didn't want her to give into him so easily. He wasn't sure how to describe it, but he almost liked having to work for her. It... it gave him an excuse.

Drew swaggered into school like usual, acting like he owned the place. He went straight to the cafeteria, hoping that she would be there. If she wasn't, he knew she'd be in the library. He was desperately hoping that she wasn't in the library—it brought back unpleasant memories from the day before.

Drew decided to look at his reflection before he faced Jessica again. Not that he didn't always look perfect, but Jessica was making him more self-conscious.

How is she able to resist me? he had to ask himself once more. Every time I see her, there has to be something wrong with my appearance. Otherwise, there is no reason she wouldn't fall all over me whenever I see her. Maybe it is my attitude..... nah!

Drew looked at his reflection in a nearby window. Flawless, as always!

The teen star made his way through the large oak, wooden doors. His heart was racing inside of his chest, almost as if it were trying to burst through the skin and run away. Why was he getting so nervous? There was no excuse for this!

This is supposed to be the other way around! he thought angrily, running his hand through his styled hair. He hastily fixed his hair back to it's previous form once he realized he'd probably messed it up. She is the one who is supposed to get nervous around me! Drew Hitley doesn't get nervous in front of girls! Girls get nervous in front of Drew Hitley!

Then Drew looked down and saw something he'd never expected to see. His hands were sweating. Since when did they do that? He hastily wiped them off on his pants. It didn't work. With a groan, he stuck them in his pockets. This was great... Drew Hitley doesn't sweat. It's gross!

Drew shuffled into the cafeteria to find Jessica sitting at a nearby table. She was—surprise, surprise—reading. He noticed his breath was quickening. What was wrong with him? Was this girl's mental problems rubbing off on him? Drew Hitley can't still be acting this way when he returns to Hollywood or the press would have another field day.

He gathered up what was left of his courage and strutted towards the table. Jessica was too submerged in her story to notice.

Bringing back memories, Drew thought. He was suddenly reminded of the day they met. That was not a good memory, and it was definitely not helping his nerves. He still couldn't process the fact that he was getting nervous for this girl.

"Hey," Drew muttered, noticing he wasn't sounding like himself. Apparently, Jessica noticed too, because she didn't ignore him or turn away. She closed her book—didn't slam it—and looked up with a questioning look.

"What's wrong with you?" she asked, raising her eyebrows.

"What are you talking about?" he replied, his voice going an octave higher. She giggled.

"Yeah, 'cause you sound just fine."

"Shut up!" he snapped, clenching his fists. She looked genuinely surprised and slightly shaken.

Drew felt guilty. He'd only been angry because he was frustrated with himself. His intentions hadn't been to offend her. In fact, that had been the last thing he'd wanted to do. He couldn't bring himself to apologize, however. It was a very unDrew-like thing to do. The word 'sorry' wasn't really in his vocabulary.

"Okay..." she said slowly, taking a deep breath. She hadn't seen that coming. "So, what are you doing here? It's early. I'm always the only one here."

"Yeah, well, not anymore," he said, scooting his chair closer to her. In response, she scooted away.

"Lovely," she said sarcastically, opening her book again.

He decided to change the subject. He wanted to turn things to his advantage.

"So," he said quietly, trying to make her nervous, "how did you like the hot chocolate?"

Her jaw tightened and she stiffened. He smirked.

"It was okay," she said through her teeth. "Now, for the hundredth time since I've met you, leave me alone."

"You know what happens when you ask me that question," he cooed, wrapping his arm around the back of her chair.

She shuddered, slammed her book close, and scooted her chair back, dragging him along with it. She huffed and stood up to leave.

"Don't ever do that again, please," she begged, turning on her heel.

"Alright, look, I'm sorry!"

Jessica froze. She turned around, hardly believing what she'd heard.

"What did you say?"

Drew looked just as stumped as she was.

"I... I don't know."

"Did Drew Hitley just apologize?" she asked, putting her hand across her chest in mock disbelief. Not only had he just apologized, but he'd just apologized to her.

Drew stood up out of his chair. He walked past her, his head feeling dizzy. Jessica followed behind him, having trouble keeping up with his long stride. She wasn't used to him trying to get away from her. It was normally the other way around.

"Did The Drew Hitley just say sorry?" she repeated.

Drew stopped walking down the cafeteria aisle and took a deep breath. His lips pursed until they were just a thin line running across his face.

"Yeah, well, don't get used to it," he mumbled, looking at the ground.

She laughed.

"What's so funny?" he asked, looking up. His eyebrows pulled together as she started to chuckle so much she had to place her hand over her mouth.

She couldn't even speak. She just shook her head.

"What are you laughing at?" he kept asking. She had to choke through the laughs.

"It's... it's... nothing..." she gasped. She turned to run to her locker. As usual, Drew followed her to try and figure out the mystery that was Jessica. Because of his long stride, he was practically in front of her.

"What is it?!"

"Your face..." she managed to say through the giggles. Jessica arrived at her locker and switched out books.

"What about my face?" he asked eagerly. "Why are you smiling? My face? Well, it is pretty irresistible."

This made her laugh even harder. Drew just now began to notice that... this was the first time he'd ever heard her laugh. It was the first time she'd ever laughed around him. It was loud, and boisterous, and carefree. And to add onto it... her smile. It pulled up both corners of her mouth into a huge grin. Her grin was big and it was so wide that it made her eyes squint. Her teeth were straight and stunningly white. She had been smiling so much her cheeks were rosy and her eyes glinted with merriment. Oh god, her smile.

He found himself staring.

Jessica was still exchanging the books in her bag with the books in her locker. She was still laughing to herself.

"No, no, trust me, that's not it," she giggled. Even that comment didn't snap him back into reality. He was still staring at her without really realizing it. "It's just that... when you—when you make that face... it, uh, looks a little funny."

"What do you mean 'funny'?" he asked, still staring at her.

"You don't look 'irresistible'. You... uh... look a little..." she couldn't bring herself to continue. The giggles were starting to bubble up again. Her cheeks were turning a darker shade of pink. "Just don't make that face. It—it makes you look... constipated."

When Drew's jaw dropped, this just made matters worse. She laughed louder than before. Now she was finished with her books and closed her locker door. Jessica turned to him and continued to chuckle endlessly.

"You might want to close your mouth," she laughed between giggles. "You'll catch flies in there."

Drew shut his mouth, his eyes never leaving her. They weren't angry or offended like she'd expected them to be... they were happy. They were almost alluring. She was starting to feel a little uncomfortable under his stare.

Drew stuck his hands in his pockets again, realizing that they were so wet they felt like he'd just put them under a water faucet. She was still smiling that wide smile, and he couldn't look away. He leaned against the edge of the lockers, his body feeling oddly limp. He was still eying her.

She was getting fidgety under his stare. She knew she was seeing things... but were his eyes looking a little longingly? Almost... hungrily?

Her cheeks went from a rosy pink to crimson. Drew smiled back at her in response to this.

It was about ten seconds before Drew realized he wasn't staring at her anymore. He was staring at the spot by her locker where she had been standing just a few seconds before. He looked up hurriedly, his eyes searching the hallway hastily. By now, Jessica was halfway down the hall, about to go out the door.

He wanted to yell, 'wait!' but his voice was almost gone.

Before Drew knew it, he was feeling angry. He was feeling extremely ticked with himself. Wasn't he supposed to be charming her? Once again, it's not supposed to be the other way around! She was supposed to be staring at him so much that it made him uncomfortable. She was supposed to be following him around like a puppy dog! What was wrong with him—staring at her like some obsessed creep. She was driving him insane. He could feel his mind slipping away every day—no, every time he talked to her. Which, due to his mental issues, was about every second of the day now.

Idiot! he scolded himself. What's wrong with you? As if you haven't creeped her out enough already!

He ran his hand through his blond locks frustratedly. He mentally slapped himself.

She'll avoid you more than ever now, genius, the voice in his head told him, aggravated. Spend time with her without acting like a total moron!

"Why?" he asked himself, not really sure why he was asking himself 'why'. Why did he act like a moron around her? Why, when he did talk to her, did he say something dumb? Why wasn't he Mr. Smooth like always? Why did he stare at her, unable to force himself to look away, at random moments? Why did every muscle in his body object when he wanted to tear his eyes from her face? Why had his heart rate increased tenfold at the mere thought of talking to her? Why, he just realized, when she was smiling, was he getting the urge to pull her closer?

He sighed, and decided to do something he knew he'd regret.

He was off to find the girl he wanted so badly to look at every second of the day.