Chapter 2

I saw her from across the room. Her silver dress sparkled in the light and she just looked so sophisticated standing there looking around the room, almost untouchable. I didn't know who she was, but she must be someone to have gotten in here. They don't just let people off the streets. Poor Nicholas might get mauled.

Then she looked at me and looked away bashfully only to look up again a few seconds later. It was probably the most adorable thing I've seen a girl do in awhile. Then she was staring like I was, which admittedly was kind of sketch of me. I just couldn't take my eyes off of her. All I heard around me was "blah blah blah." It was a constant flow of nonsensical chatter from girls trying to impress me hoping I'd take them to bed that night or kiss them or whatever. All it did was bore me. I'd heard it all before.

But this girl was different, I could just tell. Or maybe it was my hormone-driven mind. Staying pure is hard when girls throw themselves at you! But she was beautiful with her wavy blonde hair scattered down her shoulders and beautiful smile, which I got to see when I unconsciously started smiling at her. I couldn't help myself. I felt like I couldn't have her and that only made me want her more.

Then something interrupted our eye contact. Someone had pegged her in the head with what looked like an entire bottle of unopened champagne. My brows furrowed as I struggled to take in the entire situation. She hit the floor and I instinctively shoved past all the girls, most of which scrunched their faces at me and made a sound as if they were so insulted. A chorus of "How rude," "Excuse you," and an exaggerated "Ughhh" met me as I made my way past them. Yep, there's a couple of other fans with the whole "Joe's a douche bag" opinions. I'm so misunderstood.

When I finally got across the room, mere seconds after the initial hit, I saw her body twisted on the floor. She had blacked out. I looked in the direction of where the bottle came from and saw a very drunk and very angry guy was yelling at the bartender about being cut off or something. I'm guessing he just grabbed an entire bottle and decided to heave it into the crowd for dramatic effect. Smooth move.

"Someone call 911" I yelled out at no one in particular, trying to restrain myself from going over there and punching what's-his-face for throwing the bottle in the first place.

Then a frenzy of people was surrounding me and the girl, nervous babbling. Almost everyone had been drinking and we couldn't risk a bunch of random people in here, possibly with cameras. Disney would hurt us and then our parents would finish off the job. I could see where people who coming from who didn't want anyone to call 911.

"She's just unconscious, right? Joe just take her in the other room and stay with her until she wakes up," a drunken Chelsea Staub suggested nervously.

Everyone agreed and I couldn't be the one to ruin everyone's rep and tell them we had to call the paramedics. I mean people black out all the time. It's not necessarily life or death. Worst could be she had a concussion but I've seen 10 Thing I Hate About You and all he had to do for that chick was keep her from falling asleep. I can do that.

I picked her up, noticing how soft her skin was and carried her into the bedroom to the left of the party. At least this was a perk of partying in the penthouse. I laid her gently on the bed and just stared at her for a minute before I realized how much of a fucking creep I was being and then sat on the edge of the bed and began to bite my nails. Horrible habit, I wish I could stop.

I wonder what her name is. She looks like she has a pretty name, maybe something like Natalie or Kelsey. I wonder where I would know her from. I searched my brain for her face and found nothing. We must have never met before because I would remember a face like that.

Then her eyes started to flutter and I leaned over her looking for other signs that she was coming in consciousness. Finally. I would be able to actually meet her now.

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My head ached and I still felt sticky when I finally woke up. I didn't remember my world being this loud. It felt like everything was amplified 10 times and all the loudness contributed directly to the pain in my skull. Great. I must have knot the size of a tennis ball. What the hell hit me? Better question, Who the hell threw the thing that hit me?

I tried to open my eyes but each feeling of movement sent another bout of pain through my head. I could see through my closed lids that I was in a darker room, at least darker than the one I was in when I plummeted to the floor. I tried to open my eyes again this time a little more successful. I got some fluttering action going.

"Hey, you…uh…girl, are you waking up?" A voice asked (I'm guessing) me.

I groaned in reply. "My name is Olivia."

"Oh. I knew Kelsey was too common. I mean…Olivia. Great. Are you alright?" He asked again. I knew I had heard his voice before but I couldn't put my finger on where.

"Well if you take away the feeling of my skull being jack hammered and the embarrassing situation I just endured then I'm just dandy." I replied, my sarcasm showing through.

"Oh…well. It wasn't that embarrassing. I mean, there was no laughing." He replied, fumbling over his words.

"How great! You mind telling me what happened?" I asked him, keeping my eyes shut. I reached my hand up to my forehead and shockingly there was only the slightest of bumps. Maybe I was being too hard on this guy. I hate it when I get overly bitchy.

"Some drunk guy threw a bottle of champagne into the crowd," He started chuckling a little, "You were just unlucky."

I finally decided to open my eyes no matter how bad it hurt. I needed to see who I was talking to. I opened them slowly and as my eyes adjusted to the lack of light I saw him. Oh shit. It was Joe fucking Jonas. Perfect. Not only had I embarrassed myself at him now I had just decided to be the biggest bitch to him on the planet. I sat upright rubbing my head.

"Yea I guess I was unlucky."

"It's not that bad. You can hardly tell." He ran his fingers over the small bump and I felt like I was about to explode.

"Well thanks for being my medic but I'm sure you want to get back to the party and your friends and your girls."

"Well…not really. To be honest I had to drink a couple of glasses of champagne just to be able to bear the party at all." He started laughing again. I'm guessing he amused himself a lot. He flipped his hair out of his eyes and continued. "A lot of those people are so obnoxious."

"So you just want to chill in here?" I asked him, the butterflies in my stomach multiplied like rabbits.

"Well whatever you wanna do. I would like to get to know you better." Joe flashed me his pearly whites and I felt like I would just about die.

Then my phone started buzzing and I pulled it out of my purse. Shelly was texting me.

"I put another cam in ur bag. Put it where u can get the kiss prfctly. U cnt get the kiss on cam if its in the frnt of ur drss. DUH!"

Another camera in my purse? Shit. Shelly had really gone too far this time.