New chapter! I am so happy to be putting it up because now it gets juicer! The drama is gonna get higher! I am dancing in my seat as I type this!

Special thanks to and a big pat on the back to jbloverforever for reviewing my previous chapter. (I understand that it was only up for two days, so I forgive you all.)

Disclaimer: I do not own the Jonas Brothers.

Claimer: I own Jazz, Brit, and this plot! (Which totally rocks if I do say so myself!)

Brittney's POV

"You know the Jonas Brothers?" A girl with way to straight hair that I knew had to be dyed blonde asked. She held up the magazine that I was in. I looked at it disgusted and took a step back.

"Not really. I just saw them and asked if they remembered me from one of their concerts, that's all." I said trying to find an exit. By second period I had been surrounded by people asking me if I knew the Jonas Brothers. Of course Jasmine told them I did; she just didn't know how right she was.

"Oh." The girls said looking disappointed. She turned and walked away as I let out a soft sigh. I walked over to my locker and stuffed my binder into it. I closed it, snapped the lock on, and headed down to the lunch room.

Our lunchroom has three levels. The bottom level is where all the popular girls/guys sit, the middle level is where the not popular and not loser/geek sits, and the top level is where the losers and geeks sit. I usually sat in the middle level with Cassidy, Megan, and Trisha.

Today, thank god, was actually a good lunch. Hamburgers and fries. I went through the line also choosing a banana. As I typed in my lunch account number I heard someone call my name. I looked up to see Jasmine walking toward me. "Come sit with me today." She said leading me over to her table which, with no surprise, was on the bottom level.

I nervously took a seat next to her pulling on my dark purple shirt that had three quarter inch sleeves. All the people that sat at my table looked at me in awe. That's when the questions started. "Are you best friends with the Jonas Brothers?" "Have you been to their house?" "Have you seen them without their shirts on?" I looked desperately for help at Jasmine who looked just as desperate.

"I don't know the Jonas Brothers." I said raising my voice so everyone around the table could hear me. The table fell silent. I couldn't take it anymore. "You know what? I think I'm going to go and sit with Trisha, Megan, and Cassidy." I said standing up and picking my tray up. I walked away before they could say anything and over to my friends.

I slid in next to Trisha who raised an eyebrow questioningly at me while she ate a French fry. "Don't ask." I said, meaning don't ask where I just was and don't ask about the Jonas Brothers. Trisha just nodded.

"So, over the weekend I decided to try and find some cute spring outfits to put together, and when I tried on some of my clothes they didn't fit! I really need to go shopping." Trisha said and all my friends perked up. Unlike me they loved to shop.

"Me too, I have no cute clothes." Megan said running a hand through her wavy strawberry blonde hair. That was so not true. Megan had really cute clothes. She also shopped at the best stores.

"We should totally go shopping over the weekend." Cassidy gushed and then glanced over at me. I never went shopping with them, I just thought it seemed to boring. They all gave me the puppy dog face, which I was immune to.

"No," I said. "No way." They knew by the tone of my voice that I wasn't going to cave. All three of them sighed.

"Fine, but one day you will go shopping with us." Trisha said grinning at me. I knew she would find a way. Hopefully it just wasn't going to be soon.

"Whatever." I said rolling my eyes. We finished our lunch and then headed for fourth period.

School was finally over for the day. I didn't even want to think about the Jonas Brothers at that point. I had been asked about them so many times that I just automatically said no.

"Hey Brit, it's me. Pick up!" I heard Nick's voice say and pulled my phone out from the front pocket of my dark jean Bermuda shorts. I flipped it open and spoke.

"Hey Nick. What's up?" I stopped at a crosswalk waiting for the light to turn red so I could walk across.

"I was wondering if you wanted to come over and hang." Nick said.

"I wish I could, but I can't. I have a crap load of homework that's due tomorrow." I said silently cursing all the teachers who had given me the homework.

"Well, how 'bout you come over and I can do my homework with you?" Nick asked sounding hopeful.

"You have homework?" I asked totally surprised. Nick laughed.

"Just because I don't go to school doesn't mean I don't get an education. And yes my tutor does give me homework." I laughed after his comment.

"Well, let me just call me mom and see if it's okay." I said hanging up before he could say anything. I quickly called my mom.

"Hello?" I heard my mom ask from the other line.

"Hey mom, it's Brit. Can I go over to Jerry's and do homework with him?" I asked.

"Well, if he has homework too then yes." My mom replied. I grinned.

"Thank you soo much mom! I'm going to call him back and tell him it's a yes. Love ya, bye!" I said into the phone and hung up. Then I called Nick back.

"She said yes!" I said into the phone right after Nick had answered.

"Cool, look to your right." He said and I frowned.

"Why?" I asked not sure if I really wanted to.

"Just do it." Nick ordered.

"Fine." I said and turned to look to my right.

There stood Nick looking totally casual and hot. He wore black skinny jeans, a sky blue polo, and his usual sunglasses and hat. He gave me his famous smile and started to slowly walk toward me. I just wanted to melt right there. "Hey." He said once he reached me.

"Hey," I replied. "How did you know that my mom was going to say yes?" I asked.

"Just a hunch, here let me take that for you." He lifted my backpack off of my shoulders and slung it onto his shoulder. I smiled at him.

"Thanks." I said shyly. We stood in silence for a moment, which was totally awkward.

"So, let's go to my house so we can start our homework!" Nick said faking enthusiasm. I just laughed and we began to walk towards his house.

Nick's POV

I led Brittney into my room where I set her backpack down onto my bed. I walked over to my desk and gathered all my books and papers and put them on my bed too. "Ready to get started?" I asked her. She just nodded. I could tell that she did qualify doing homework as fun.

I laughed and sat down on my bed. Brittney walked over and sat down next to me unzipping her backpack. I opened up my history textbook and looked down at the sheet that Mr. Greene had given me. "Identify the pros and cons of fighting for freedom." It looked easy enough.

We sat in silence for along time both of us just doing our homework. Suddenly my stomach growled. I didn't want to eat just yet because I wanted to finish my history homework. My stomach gave another loud growl and Brittney turned to me. "Seems like your hungry." She said and stood up. "That's good because I am too. Can we get something to eat?" She asked.

"Sure." I said standing up too. We walked downstairs and into the kitchen.

"Where are Kevin and Joe?" Brittney asked as she went and sat at the table. Funny, I was just thinking the same thing.

"I have no idea. They were here when I left. Maybe they are in the basement or something." I replied opening the fridge. "Okay, what do you want? A sandwich? Chocolate milk? Ooh, how about ice cream?"

"Ice cream wins hands down!" Brittney declared jumping out of her seat and bouncing over to me. I pulled open the freezer and we looked. We had three different flavors; chocolate with fudge, cookie dough, or vanilla.

"I rule out vanilla. I just can't stand it." Brittney said eyeing the tub of vanilla ice cream with disgust.

"Doesn't that also mean you rule out cookie dough?" I asked pulling out the cookie dough ice cream.

"What? Why?" Brittney asked looking totally confused.

"Because it is also vanilla." I replied with a laugh.

"That doesn't count. It has real cookie dough in it." She argued pulling out the chocolate with fudge ice cream. "But I guess I'll just go with the chocolate and fudge."

I took out two bowls and scooped some cookie dough ice cream into one bowl, and chocolate fudge ice cream into another. We both grabbed spoons and sat down at the table.

"Mmm, I love chocolate ice cream." Brittney said after a few bite fulls.

"Vanilla's better." I commented taking a few bits of my ice cream.

"EW, no! Chocolate is the best!" Brittney said glaring at me.

"Whatever you say…" I replied grinning at her. She glared at me again and finished her ice cream.

We put our dirty bowls into the sink and walked back up to my room. We were just getting settled in to start where we left off when Kevin walked in. "Hey Brit. Hey Nick. Nick, can I see you for a sec?" Kevin asked starring innocently at me. I knew I should be cautious.

"Yeah. Sure." I said slowly taking my time to get off the bed and walk over to him. He pulled me out into the hallway and into his and Joe's room. He pushed me onto his bed and sat down on Joe's bed next to Joe. "What the heck?" I said sitting up.

Both starred at me half smiling. "What's going on?" I asked.

"You like Brittney, don't you?" Kevin asked. My eyes widened. How did they find out?

"What?" I asked

"You like Brittney. You have since the moment you saw here! It was love at first sight and you are going to ask her to go out with you sometime soon." Joe said his eyes dancing. He looked as though he had just won the lottery.

I couldn't let them know that I liked Brittney. They would start teasing us way before I would get the chance to ask her out. I had to think fast.

"I don't like her!" I said my voice rising.

"Yes you do! You are so nice to her and you are always hanging out with her!" Kevin said. They had been watching me, very closely.

"I've only been doing that because I feel sorry for her!" I blurted out rather loudly. Good lie Nick. Just keep going with it. I encouraged myself and kept talking. "When I first saw her she was getting bullied and she was crying. Then when I learned more about her I saw that she didn't have many friends and that her sister was way too pushy. I figured that-"

Suddenly the door flew open. I turned around to see Brittney standing there. Her face was bright red and her eyes had this glassy look, like she was about to cry. "You are only hanging out with me because you are sorry for me?" Brittney said quietly.

"Were you listening in?" I asked.

"Puh-lease Nick! I could hear you all the way from your bed!" She said her voice louder and shaky. Then she turned around and ran into my room.

"Brit wait!" I called and chased after her. She was on my bed gathering all her stuff and stuffing it into her backpack. "Brit, let me explain!" I begged coming closer to the bed. She turned toward me and I saw tears running down her face.

"I already heard your explanation Nicholas! I don't need pity friends." She said standing up and slinging the backpack onto her back. I followed her downstairs.

"I'm sorry. You don't get it. I-"

"I get it! You feel sorry for me, so you think you are being a good person by hanging out with me. Well did it do any good! You feel bored hanging out with a person you obviously don't want to be with, and I get stuck feeling like a fool!" She yelled slipping on her flip flops. "I can't believe I wanted to ask you out." She cried before running out the front door.

I starred after her, my mouth hanging open.

Brittney's POV

I flung open my front door and ran in slamming it closed behind me. I dropped my backpack and ran to my room. Just before I got there I was stopped by Jasmine. She didn't exactly see me since she was trying to put her hair up. "Hey Brit." She finished putting her hair up and looked at me. "Whoa! What happened?" She asked walking over to me.

"N-Jerry and I got into a fight." I cried sniffling. She hugged me.

"Do you want to talk about it?" She asked me stroking my hair.

"Not right now. Probably later. I just need to cry it out first." I said pulling away from her and running into my room. I closed the door behind me and locked it. I dove onto my bed and snuggled into the cover laying my head onto my pillow. Soon my pillow was soaking wet with my tears.

After my tears had subsided a bit I pulled out my phone and called Trisha. "Trisha?" I said quietly into the phone.

"Yeah?" Trisha replied.

"I'll go shopping with you this weekend." Looks like they finally got me to go shopping with them, too bad I'll probably be depressed the whole time.