"Good morning students! Today we're going to do something real exciting, something I like to call getting to know your fellow students…" Our AP English teacher announces as we sit down, like we've done every Monday since what feels like forever ago, when it's really only been two years. Everyone groans which only makes her smile bigger, I guess teaching a bunch of morons in a small town like ours, you find joy in the smallest things.

"This means that during the ten following weeks, you'll work in pairs to get to know each other better, you'll get a different subject every week to interview each other about and in the end you'll write an essay about this person and your thoughts about them before and after. This week's subject is who I am, you can interpret that as you like." Being the goody two shoes like usual am when it comes to school, I start to write down the directions while Mrs Summerton start to call out pairs, making people groan and shout objections. I don't really care who I get to work with, knowing that the person most likely will end up doing nothing and I'll have to make up stuff about them that might suit their personality. It's not like you don't know everyone's history around here anyway.

"Miley Stewart and…Nick Jonas." I froze. Shit. Not that Nick is a bad choice or anything, I just wasn't up for hearing him talk dreamily about my sister, or whatever else he could possibly be thinking about, besides that. I was still a little pissed off about the car thing earlier. Nick sits down beside me, smiling shyly with a paper and pen in his hand.

"Hey." He breaths quietly, with a tiniest hint of a smile on his face, meaning: he's being lame as usual.

"I was thinking, I mean it's great that we got paired together, I mean we already know stuff about each other so we don't have to meet up after school or anything." I suggest, making Nick frown.

"I don't know…I mean I don't really know much about you and you know even less about me."

"That's because you rarely speak." I point out, making Nick bow his head as a blush rises on his cheeks.

"True…but I'll talk now. I want to get a good grade. Don't you?" Nick tilts his head, watching me with curiosity dancing in his squinty eyes, I know he doesn't have a clue about my grades, which makes me believe, from judging by my appearance and personality, that he thinks I don't give a shit.

"Yeah, I have the highest mark out of everyone in this class, so yeah, of course." I state, kind of cockily, but Nick doesn't react to that, instead he smiles softly. "Oh, I was wondering who was beating me to the punch on that one." I try my best not to gawk, because yeah, well, I didn't really think he was that good, I mean just because the kid can write songs, it doesn't mean he can write essays or short stories.

"Well, it certainly isn't Brad." I say and nod my head to my right, where Brad is laying with his head on the table, fast asleep. Nick lets out a laugh, which has me kind of surprised, because laughing and Nick Jonas doesn't really add up. He notice my strange face way to soon and shuts his mouth, his lips curling up into that small smile, in that same the way they always seem to do.

"Uhm…well, okay, who are you then, Nick Jonas?" I question while wiggling my eyebrows in an attempt to scare him away and dragging out his name huskily, making me sound almost as ridiculous as this assignment.

Nick tugs on his bottom lip, like maybe he wants to give a well thought answer or maybe he's just not sure. Who cares. "Uhm…me, I guess? I mean I like music. And baseball."

"I already knew that, see, no use for us to even do this, I already know the basics about you."

"Well…okay, but I know nothing about you."

"That's because you never bother to listen to me." I spit out, sounding harsher than I really intended to, making him bite down harder on his bottom lip.

"I uh…I'm sorry, but in my defense, you're kind of intimidating, you're not like all the other girls around here…" He says, softly, flickering his eyes upwards to meet mine. I feel a blush coming onto my face, because I know that, well maybe, it isn't his entire fault. It isn't as if I pride myself on being a social butterfly, after all I only got one real friend. I quickly get a hold of myself and scoff. "Are you saying I'm not pretty?"

Nick's mouth falls wide open and he swallows, spluttering quickly. "No! No..not at all, I mean, I just…you're doing it again by the way. Being intimidating."

I sigh, looking down onto the paper in front of me, feeling bad for the guy, since truthfully, I think he can be nice and funny and he probably won't be if I keep this up.

"Sorry. Just…let's play twenty questions or something?"

Nick smiles, looking pleased but mostly relieved, which almost makes me laugh, but I stiffle it with an awkward cough, so typical of him to be the same timid ten year old, afraid of girls and what not.

"Ladies first." He says, a hint of a smirk on his lips, as if he's finally feeling a little bit more comfortable, which is kind of good, because otherwise these next ten weeks would have been horrible.

"Ugh…uhm, favorite color?" Basic stuff first, that can never go wrong.

"Blue. Favorite movie?" We both scribble down each other's answers, while asking each other new questions simultaneously.

"That's easy. Kill Bill 1." Nick looks up, shakes his head a little bit and smiles to himself. "Why am I not surprised?"

I narrow my eyes at him, but of course he doesn't see it because he's too busy writing down my answer. "Yeahyeah…favorite song?"

Nick's answer is quick, without a beat. "As for now, Eyes on Fire by-"

"Blue foundation." I finish of, smiling, surprised, because I didn't have a clue that he had good taste in music, at all, but I like it. Maybe he isn't so bad, if you look past the pathetic love he has for my sister.

"Yeah..what about you?"

"As for now, Little talks by-"

"Of monsters and men." Nick finishes for me and a wide grin spreads across his face.

"Looks like we have at least one thing in common, it's a shame we didn't figure this out sooner." He says happily, scribbling on his paper, but all I can feel is this sinking feeling in the pit of my stomach, like yeah it's such a fucking shame, because nobody, including him, notices me anyway so yeah, it's a pity it's only happening because of some stupid school assignment.

"Yeah…" I mumble, clearing my throat, probably not sounding as excited as he would have liked.

"Did I say something wrong?" Nick asks, actually sounding concerned, which makes me want to say something mean to him, because he's so damn oblivious, but I refrain myself and plaster a fake smile on my face instead. "No, let's just continue this game. What kind of food do you like?"

Nick smiles timidly, opening his mouth once, as if he wants to say something but closes it. Then he shakes his head, looks up and meets my eyes, looking nervous again. "I'm sorry we haven't gotten the chance to get to know each other before, I just…I really don't know why, but I wish we had." He says, albeit quietly but still…truthfully and without the stuttering, surprisingly. A blush creeps upon my cheeks for no reason and I quickly look down on the table, until it goes away. I can't have him seeing me do something as girly as blush.

"And oh…I like Italian food, my mom makes the best."

I nod and write it down, adding the word momma's boy next to it. We continue to ask each other silly questions until both of our papers are full of different information about the other person.

"So, I was thinking we could like…meet up after school and talk about the different subjects and work on the essay in class, like if we get the information about each other in our free time, we have loads of time to get it nicely done in school?" I say, while starting to collect my stuff so I can pack it in my bag and make it to the wending machine before my next class.

"Yeah…I guess that sounds good. My house or yours?"

I'm about to say mine, but then I remember that means Selena being near, which means Nick will be doing nothing but drooling, so that's a no. Then I think well, his house then and then I remember that Selena could as easily be over there, making out with Joe, so that's a no too.

"What about the library, Wednesday at 3?" Nick looks confused for a second, but smiles and nods his head.

"Sure, see you then." I grab my back from the chair and starts walking away when I hear Nick call my name, I turn around, watching him stand by the chair, fidgeting with his hands.

"I just wanted to say thank you for today, it was really nice getting to know all that stuff about you, I had no idea you liked the Yankees so much, that's really cool." He says, smiling boyishly. I feel a heat going up my neck and quickly nod so I can just get the hell away from there.

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Hey everyone, this chapter is kind of sucky, but it's just the beginning, it's always boring at first…but the next chapter will be a little more fun, things will be revealed and what not ; )

Hope you like it anyway. I'm actually on vacation right now, the Canary Islands…it's really beautiful and warm. Hope you're all having a great start on the New Year! xx