Chapter 21: Break Apart Her Heart

Rebel bobbed her head to the techno song that was playing on her iPod. She started getting into it and started dancing in her seat. She felt a tap on her shoulder and looked at Jason, who didn't say anything but pointed out the window. She leaned across him to look out the window and grinned when she saw the Hollywood sign.

"We're almost here!" She squealed, clapping her hands in London Tipton style. She jumped out of her seat and moved down the wide aisle to where Mack and Matt were sitting. She laughed when she saw the death grip that Mack had on her chair. "What's wrong with you?"

"I really hate flying," Mack responded while Matt chuckled.

"You scared too? I can hold your hand," Matt offered.

"Ew," Rebel muttered. She moved onto where Newt, Cory, and Meena were sitting, poring over a magazine about music. "Guys, we're almost here!" She cheered as they looked up at her. "Don't all celebrate at once," she muttered sarcastically when they didn't say anything.

"The affect hasn't hit them yet. Once we get to the party they'll be excited," Meena said as she chuckled a little.

Rebel nodded and moved back to her seat. As soon as she sat down Jason turned to her. "Can I get my kiss now?"

"Not here," she said in a dismissive tone as she reached into her black hole of a bag to find something.

"Why not? No one's paying attention. You used to not care." She rolled her eyes at the hurt tone he was taking.

"Well, I care now. Not in front of other people," she muttered.

"Fine."

Finally the plane landed smoothly and the group gathered their things and filed off of the private jet. As soon as they got inside the airport camera flashes went off, almost blinding them.

"Oh no," Rebel muttered as she shielded her face from the camera flashes when she heard people calling her name. She felt a shove from behind before a hand clasping her wrist and she was suddenly pulled away from the cameras, running as fast as she could. "Thanks. Did I ever tell you that you're my bestie?" Rebel asked, looking at Mack as the two girls ran as fast as they could, weaving in and out of the people moving their way.

"Yeah yeah," she muttered in a dismissive tone, finally pulling them outside. They covered their faces from the bright sunlight. Seconds later Matt was by their side.

"Are you two ok?" He asked them.

"Fine," Rebel responded with a nod.

"See, this wouldn't have happened if you didn't mess with Jonas in the first place," Mack said as she shook her head.

Rebel didn't respond, she just got into the limo that had pulled up to them. Everyone else finally caught up and got into the limo. It was then that Cory and Newt started freaking out about going to a VIP party for the Jonas Brothers. Meena, Jason, Mack, Rebel, and Matt all slumped in their seats so they wouldn't be seen through the dark tinted windows.

"Tell me why we're friends with them again," Mack whispered to Rebel.

"Because you and Newt are soul mates and we're going to get Cory and Meena together tonight," Rebel responded.

"Are you sure we can get those two together? They're so stubborn."

"So are you and you dated Newt for a little bit. We can do this, trust me. With the dress she picked he's going t have a hard time picking his jaw up off the floor."

"Where's this party located anyway?" Matt asked the two girls.

"The lobby of the hotel we're staying at," Rebel responded.

"What hotel are we staying at?"

"That one." She pointed out the window and everyone turned to see that they were going to stay at the Hotel Bel-Air.

"How'd you swing that?"

"It's what happens when your Mom is the secretary to the President." They all got out of the limo and went inside the hotel. Rebel got them checked in and they took the elevator up to their floor. "Ok guys, here's your key. We'll see you at seven."

"Wait, you don't want to go the pool or anything?" Cory asked in confusion.

"No. We're going to the spa for massages, duh."

Cory chuckled to himself before the guys went into their room. They looked around the luxurious space before turning on the TV to watch Transformers.

"This party is going to be so cool. We can get our demo CD out to the right people and bam! We're touring the world!" Cory said as he rubbed his hands together. "And making some green in the process."

"Dude, remember you said you were going to help me get Mack back," Newt said as he poked Cory in the arm.

"It can't be that hard. Just…play her a heartfelt song or something. That always wins girls over," Cory said in a dismissive tone.

"But she's not like those kinds of girls," Newt all but whined. "You gotta help me."

"Why don't you ask Matt? He's her twin; he should know everything about her."

"We're going to break apart her heart." Matt asked with a sigh. "First off, what do you really know about her?"

"She likes the color blue, Rebel is her best friend, she tolerates Stickler umm…she likes guitar and music," Newt responded.

"That's it?" Matt asked. Newt shrugged. "You don't know her favorite TV show? Favorite flower? Favorite store? Favorite anything?" Newt shook his head. "Oh my gosh, why does she like you?"

"She likes me? She still likes me?" Newt asked as his eyes lit up. "That's awesome! I'll do anything to get her back."

A slow grin formed on Matt's face. "I could get used to hearing that."

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"Mack, come on!" Rebel shouted as she pounded her fist on the bathroom door. "We're going to be late. I don't want to miss 'accidentally' running into Joe."

"Yell at me again and I'll 'accidentally' run my fist into your nose!" She shouted back before coming out of the bathroom, wearing her dress and leggings that she showed Rebel before. "Is the makeup necessary?" She asked, glaring at Rebel.

"Yes. A shadowed look around your blue eyes makes you look mysterious," Rebel responded as she rolled her eyes and Meena walked over to the two girls, running a brush through her recently straightened hair. "You look good," she added looking over Meena. "Let's go!"

The girls left the room and took the elevator down to the lobby. They followed the music down a hallway where it was pouring out of the room. Two bouncers were standing outside of the room where a red ribbon was in front of the door.

"Name?" One bouncer asked.

"Rebel Marie Samuels," Rebel responded in confidence. The bouncers stared at her. "I'm with Jonas."

"Yeah, and Chad Dylan Cooper is my cousin," the other one said with a snort.

"I didn't want to rely on this," Rebel muttered as she looked through her purse before holding out her badge. "Rebel Marie Samuels, CIA." The bouncers looked at each other and moved the rope. "They're with me," she added, pointing to Meena and Mack. "And if some guy named Stickler tries to come in, he and his group is with me too."

Rebel smiled as the two stepped into the party. The only lights were moving disco and strobe lights. People were on the dance floor and moving around the room, talking to each other.

"You two have fun," Rebel said once her eyes landed on Joe and she rushed off.

"I hate it when she does that," Mack muttered. She expected Meena to agree when she noticed that she had run off. "I hate it when she does that too!"

"Why's someone so beautiful standing here alone?" The corner of Mack's mouth twitched when she turned to see who the voice belonged to. Chad Dylan Cooper himself. "Are you going to answer my question?" He asked her as he lifted his eyebrows.

"My friends ran off," she responded stiffly.

"So I'm guessing they won't mind if I borrow you for a few minutes."

"Waddya mean borrow?" Mack asked, her eyes narrowing.

"Chill, I just meant I want to introduce you to some people. Or we could talk," a grin crossed his face, "or we could do…something else."