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Chapter 3

I sighed heavily and texted her back with, what I hoped was a firm, "fine." Sure enough Shelly had stolen my new (expensive) clutch, cut a hole in it, and put another camera in it. Shelly really had zero boundaries. I had good piece of mind to just walk out right now. That was if the undeniably attractive Joe Jonas wasn't sitting right in front of me, looking at me in the cutest way possible.

"Something wrong?" He asked me with adorable concern.

"Nothing. Just a friend." I did my best to put on a smile as if I wasn't betraying his trust as we spoke. "What time is it?"

He glanced at his iPhone. "It's 11:34. Almost time for the ball to drop." He smiled at me and I melted more.

Damn, I had been passed out for a good 20 minutes at least. And I only had like 25 minutes to make Joe kiss me. Psh. I'm really starting to have doubts about how this whole thing is going to go down. I should really just sabotage the entire plan just to piss Shelly off. But then a part of me did want documented proof that I kissed a Jonas Brother, that is if it ever happens.

"Olivia? Are you sure you're okay?"

I snapped out of my thoughts and tried to think of something, anything, to say. I needed to turn on the charm. Flirting was my forte. "Yea I'm fine. I don't think we were ever formally introduced. I'm Olivia Long."

"And I'm Joe Jonas." He reached his hand out to me and I shook it, noting the way his hand fit in mine. It felt perfect.

"It's very nice to meet you. Well, it would have been you know if I wasn't passed out cold."

He started laughing softly, "Don't worry about it. You are probably the most exciting thing to happen to me tonight."

I blushed. I can't seem to keep it together. I'm usually Bam! Seductress. But he seems to have a way of making me fall apart. "Didn't you just play for the entire crowd in Times Square earlier?"

He shrugged, "Yea that was cool. But I don't know. This is a different kind of excitement." He looked off to the side as if he was trying to find the right words but it wasn't necessary. I already knew what he meant.

Then he looked back at me, his eyes piercing through every inch of me, and my breath caught in my chest. I looked down, self-consciously as I felt him just looking at me. He lifted my chin so he was looking in my eyes again and then he spoke in his silky voice.

"You're a really cool girl, Olivia Long."

I started giggling, which I always did when I was nervous. I could tell it threw him off a little bit. "You just met me like 5 minutes ago."

He leaned back on the bed, placed his hands behind his head, and closed his eyes, "Yea, but you're cool. I can just tell. I can read people."

"Is that so?"

"Yep." He had a self-satisfied grin on his face.

If only he really knew what I was all about. He certainly wouldn't be talking to me right now.

"Then why am I at this party?" I pushed.

"To meet me, of course." I almost lost my composure but gained it back. This was just a shot in the dark. No way could he ever know.

"You are full of it." I laughed and stood up.

He sensed me get up off the bed and opened his eyes. He stood up too and looked out at the crowd in Times Square. "Maybe I am." He smiled and then looked at me curiously. "Why are you at this party?"

"Doesn't everyone celebrate on New Year's Eve?" I answered hoping to gain a couple seconds to come up with a real answer. I wasn't prepared for this question.

"Yea but that's not what I meant. How did you get into this party? I just don't remember ever seeing you around any other events before." He started inching towards me.

"Well I, you know, help to promote Disney and stuff. The whole marketing deal." It wasn't a lie. I did get like all my friends into the Jonas Brothers and a variety of other Disney related shows and artists. I just didn't work for them per say.

He nodded, "I can't figure you out, Olivia."

"What is there to figure out?"

"Everything about you is very mysterious. I'm very intrigued. I just want to sit here and pick your brain, get to know you." He kept getting closer to me. My mind was spinning, but not from the blow I took earlier.

"Don't," I whispered. The last thing I wanted to do was hurt him. This was all wrong. I couldn't do this anymore.

"Why not?" Then he was inches away from me. I glanced at my clutch, still on the bed. It was no position to capture a kiss of any kind.

"Shouldn't we, you know, go back to the party? There were a ton of girls out there that were dying for you to talk to them." I nervously took a step back.

"There isn't anyone out there that I'm interested in talking to." At least he was being honest.

"But you know it's very fun and…uhm…festive out there."

"But if we go back out there then I can't do this."

He wrapped one arm around my waist and pulled me against him. His other hand ran through my hair. And then he was kissing me and I was in no shape to stop him.