Hello all, welcome to the first official chapter of Why I Hate Kevin Lucas (aka WIHKL). I think the end is a little ridiculous, but I'm dead tired right now, so deal with it.

Dedication: My little sister, who, while not having a FF account, loves to read my stories because they're cute.

I'm a tomboy, right? I hang out with lots of guys. I should be immune to their charms, and I usually am, but I'm a sucker for a great smile. And I'm a big sucker for Kevin's smile. All the Lucas boys have nice smiles, but Kevin's is…just so…wow. Wow.

I know most fans would disagree because they think that Joe's smile is swoon-worthy or Nick's is so…actually, I don't know how to describe his smile. I haven't seen it enough. Yeah, I might be a little biased about the smile thing, considering that Kevin is my favorite JONAS and he's the guy I have a huge crush on, but when Kevin smiles, his face lights up in this totally adorable way and you can't help but smile back. Even if you're really angry with him.

Kevin's in my math class and one day, I was staring at the back of his head (he sits in front of me), and then the teacher called out,

"Macy, Kevin!"

What was she talking about?

"Hey, partner!" Kevin said, turning around.

What was he talking about?

"What are we doing?" I asked him.

"We're partners for that scale project. That one where you build a model of a house to scale?"

"Oh, okay. Cool."

"So, do you want to go to Hobby Lobby or something after school and get the stuff to make the house?

"O-okay. Is there anything she wants us to put in the house or anything? Any kind of guidelines for building it?"

Just then, Mrs. Zorca came around, passing out the papers for the project. We had to build a scale model of a house, no bigger than twenty-five hundred square feet but no less than fifteen hundred. If our house fit the requirements, we could use it as the model, but she'd prefer if we didn't.

"So, want to get the stuff this afternoon and come over to my house to start on it?"

"That sounds good."

***

Luckily, lacrosse practice was cancelled that day, so I met Kevin after the last bell and he drove us to Hobby Lobby. We bought thick foam board, one of those tri-folds for science projects, a hot glue gun, and a twenty-four inch ruler. We spent a lot of the late afternoon and early evening coming up with floor plans and a scale to use. We had to have certain things in the house like bathrooms, bedrooms and a kitchen, but after that, we could have anything we wanted. Kevin wanted to put in a recording studio and I wanted an indoor basketball court. Kevin gave me a look and asked,

"Extravagant much?"

"Said the rockstar with an at-home recording studio and a revolving guitar rack."

"Touché."

A few minutes later, I set down the pencil I had been using to calculate the scale.

"I think we've done enough for tonight; I can come back tomorrow and we can draw the scaled version on the foam board and start setting up the cardboard walls or whatever."

"That sounds fine with me; do you need a ride home?" Kevin asked.

"Um…yeah, a ride home would be great."

***

We spent most of that week at his house, setting up the walls of the house and goofing off. Mainly goofing off. We finally finished it after a few more meetings and it looked incredible. We had put some little dollhouse accessories in it and even added a second floor.

So when I got a call at ten o' clock pm the night before the project was due and it was a very flustered Kevin, I was concerned.

"Macy! I'm so sorry. I don't know what happened. I was just moving the house and…"

There was a long silence.

"Kevin? What happened?"

"Ibroketheproject!"

"No," I whispered in shock. I felt sick to my stomach and thought I might just cry.

"It's okay, though. There were plenty of leftover supplies so I'm working on it now. But I need your help…can you come over and draw the floor plan again? Please?"

He sounded so desperate that I couldn't say no. Besides, my grade was resting on this project as well.

I got to his house in about fifteen minutes and knocked on the door.

"Macy!" Kevin exclaimed when he opened it, "Thank God you're here!"

"Just tell me how we're going to fix this," I said.

"Well, I know you have all the scaling stuff, so if you could just tell me the numbers, we can cut the pieces and glue them down."

"Sounds great," I sighed. I was really angry. At the moment, Kevin was not Kevin of JONAS or Kevin Lucas, my crush. He was Kevin, my stupid-ass partner for a project that he destroyed.

"Are you mad at me?" he asked.

"Honestly, yes."

"I am really, really sorry about it Mace. I don't know what happened. One minute it was fine, the next, it fell face-down and…well, you see."

He looked so sad and worried that I felt some of my anger melt away.

"It's okay, Kev. It was an accident. I forgive you. I have the plans, we can be done in a couple of hours if we're lucky," I said.

Okay, so I told a bit of a lie. I was on the way to forgiving him, but he still had a lot of work to do to make up for this unfortunate twist of fate.

"You forgive me?" Kevin asked in shock.

I nodded.

He gave me a hug so hard, that I just about fell out of the chair I had just sat down in. He pulled back and gave me a huge smile.

That did it. I didn't care that I'd be up 'til way past midnight working on this thing; Kevin's smile was so incredible that he could've told me he was quitting the band to become a Buddhist monk and I would have been okay with it.

As it was, he was giving me that smile and my mind went blank.

"T-t-that long wall is supposed to be…" I looked over at my notes, "fifteen miles-inches. Inches. Sorry. I wasn't thinking."

He smiled again and I almost cut myself with the scissors.

Damn him.

***

It was one-thirty two AM and we had just finished the house. I had called my mom back around eleven to tell her I was working on a project at a friend's house, that it was an emergency and that I'd be back later. Mr. and Mrs. Lucas seemed to be okay with me staying over so late, especially when they realized it was a school thing. I was so tired that I was tempted to just fall asleep at the Lucases' kitchen table, but Kevin offered me one of his bunks. I turned that offer down immediately. Even though I would have loved to accept it. I told him I should just go home, but he shot that down quickly with a "not in your condition."

"It's not like I'm drunk," I shot back.

"Yeah, but staying awake for long periods of time and then driving is basically akin to drunk driving."

Wow. Either Kevin was really articulate at this time of night or I was imagining things. Whatever. It worked.

"Fine, I'll call my mom and tell her I spending the night here. I'll just wake up early and go get a uniform from home before going to school."

Kevin smiled at me again and I went all dreamy and kind of like Stella does when Joe smiles at her. I was pathetic. And I was spending the night at his house.

Oh. My. Jonas.