Narrator's POV

"So what's this all about, Payton?" Katrina asked after sitting on one of the benches.

Payton scrutinized her face and said, "Before I start that, why don't you tell me why you have your flirty face on?"

Katrina simply looked down at her feet and played with the hem of her skirt. "Now you don't gimme that crap. Was it Nick again? What did you guys do?"

"Yea it was Nick. We just kissed is all. Nothing special. No big deal."

"The hell it isn't!" said Payton. She knew obviously that Katrina was lying. This was something that scared her sometimes. These special abilities she had, it made her feel like an alien. Someone who was mistakenly made human with strange mutant-like characteristics. One of them was the fact that she could see through anyone's lies. She knew automatically when someone was lying to her. But the thing is she never said anything, she just acted upon it in secret.

This was one of those times. She could see Katrina was lying, but again she said nothing. She figured Katrina would tell her when she's ready. However, like all the other times, she was going to act on it. She would keep a closer watch on Katrina from now on. Not to impose, but to be a good friend, make sure she's all right. Payton would be devastated if anything happened to her friends. This is why she acts as their pit bull, their guard dog, their mother.

"Ok, well let's get back to the reason why we're meeting here. Katrina, have you been receiving any strange text messages, lately?" Katrina tensed up.

Could it have been her, the whole time? Was she just trying to make sure she'd gotten the job done? "No. I haven't. What about you?"

She ponders her answer for a second, if she says no then the situation is never handled. However if she says yes then Katrina might change her mind and tell the truth or she may not at all. She decides.

"As a matter of fact, yes I have. And they said my friends were going to hear from them too. Which is why I asked you in the first place."

Katrina suddenly gets a troubled look on her face. Payton smiles. It's working. "Umm… well actually I did get some, but its rather personal. So I really don't wanna talk about it. So do we know who they are coming from?"

"No, but I think we should go and find out if Mary and Tessa have gotten anything from this 'me' person."

Tessa's POV

After school had finally ended, little ol' me decided to go back to the room and write another song. I sat on my bunk bed and pulled out my guitar and began to strum the introduction for the song I wrote. It's called "Where do I turn?" Yea, it's pretty retarted, but then again so am I. "Miss Murder" by AFI began to play. I reached into my bag and pulled out my cell phone. It was Payton. The mother of our little wannabe perfect family.

"Hello?"

"Hey Tessa. What's going on back at the dorm?"

"Nothing really. I'm just finishing my song."

"Well we were getting some weird text messages and were wondering if maybe you got any as well."

"Umm… no I haven't gotten any. When you guys get home you can tell me what this is all about, but for now I'm just going to do stuff."

"Ok. See you at home?"

"See you at home." I threw down my phone on the bed and went back to my guitar. 'Miss Murder' began to play again.

"Ughh. Who the hell could it be now?" I whined. I looked on the screen on her phone. It was Kevin. I was suddenly filled with excitement.

"Hey there," I said lustfully. I was trying to sound as sexy as possible.

"Hey. I was just wondering what you were doing. Are you doing something important?" he asked me.

"Well I was just writing a song, but I guess for now it can wait."

"Ok. Well I was just wondering do you maybe want go grab a bite to eat with me? You could bring your guitar if you want. I would love to hear your song," he said to me. He sounded shy, and I was loving every bit of it.

"Yea sure. Where do you want me to meet you?" I asked.

"Open your door," he said shyly. I walked over to the door in excitement and sure enough he was standing right there at the doorway wating for me.

I smiled and said, "Hey stranger."

"Hey beautiful." Then he kissed me. I grabbed my jacket, guitar, and purse and we headed out the door. We got into his limo and it dropped us off at the beachside restaurant. It was called "The Chill Zone." Corny right? But anyway, after we finished eating, he demanded that I go to the park with him and watch the stars.

After staring up at the sky silently for maybe 5 minutes, he rolled over and said, "Hey, why don't you play that song for me?"

I had completely forgotten about that. That was when I noticed something and said, "But Kevin, I don't have my guitar."

He smiled and said, "Yea I know how forgetful you can be. So I took the liberty of bringing your guitar down here for you."

"You're just too much, you know that? Yet just enough. It's weird, but in a good way!" I exclaimed.

So I took the guitar and began to strum. Once I was finished playing, I looked up and noticed he was staring at me open-mouthed. "You wrote that? You wrote THAT? I'm a rockstar. I'm paid to write music and stuff like that and you're way better than me. Do you have any idea how much money you could make off of that song?" he said.

I blushed and said, "You really think it's that good??"

He nodded. "Aww, thanks. But I'm not interested in money, I just write when I'm confused or sad or happy. Any emotion really, in my free time."

He held me in his arms and he said, "I think I chose the right person."

We got back in his limo and he took us to his apartment. The limo driver let us off at the doorstep and Kevin told him that he could take the rest of the night off. We got inside and went to his room.

No one was home so I asked where Nick and Joe were and he said, "They went to go see a movie. I saw it already so I just decided to stay back."

Then we went in his room and he had the coolest guitar I have ever seen. He noticed my surprise I guess.

So he said, "Would you like to play it?"

I nodded my head because I did want to play it. More than anything else in the world. He handed me the guitar and said, "Here. Give me yours. Now give me the sheet music to your song. We'll play it together."

My head was swimming with excitement. I gave him the papers and he put it in front of him. We both began to play the song and soon it just came naturally to us. After a few repeats, we decided it was time to stop. "That's a really great song you wrote." He says after a while.

I laugh and say, "You play my song better than I do."

Then he says, "Nah. No one can ever play a writer's songs better than the writer. The way the writer plays it the first time is how they felt it. That's how it came to them. No one but the writer can match up to that."

"Well you sure seem to know a lot about this. Wait, rockstar. Duhh. I wish I was as good as you are at this whole music thing." I say.

He smiles and says, "That's just it. You're better than me at this whole music thing. Tessa, you are truly amazing."

He leans in and kisses me and I kiss him back. Then that's where it all begins. We don't stop kissing. Soon enough, he's down to nothing but his boxers and me down to nothing but a bra and panty inside his bed. About three hours later, I realize the truth of it all and I say to myself in my head, "holy shiznit I just screwed a jonas brother." I get up and throw on my clothes and rush out before he has time to wake up.

Then I take a cab back to the school. In the cab I realize, Kevin doesn't live at the school. I guess he's too rich. Then my cell phone starts to vibrate. It says, "NEW TEXT MESSAGE" I expect it to be from Kevin but its not. Its from some strange number with letters and numbers in it. I click read.

It says: "Tisk, tisk, tisk. I xpectd this frm Payton. Bt u? tessa, tessa, tessa. Wat r ur frenz along wit the whole skool gonna thnk? Dnt want tht 2 happn? Thn u betta do wat I say. We'll be in touch. Love, Me. Never get tired of the name." I was so scared that I began to gasp for air. Who knew? No one was at home. No one was at the beach. No one was anywhere near us. Although I do think I saw some hair flutter into the shadows. Hmmm…

I rushed inside and found Payton and Katrina sitting there with disappointed looks on their faces. Did they know? I begin to stammer, "I can explain."

"Don't bother," Says Katrina.

"This is very irresponsible," said Payton.

I didn't know what to say or do. So I just bowed my head in shame and awaited the lecture.