Stella's POV

Kevin and I were talking about him and his problem with power-sliding and ruining my custom jeans when he suddenly stopped.

"Is that…. Macy and Joe? Wh-Why? I thought Joe didn't like Macy!" Kevin said frustratedly.

"Aww, does Kevin feel over-protective about Macy?" I cooed childishly.

"No! I just know Joe and he'll be with another girl next week." Kevin said in his embarrassingly squeaky voice. His lying voice.

"Wait, Joe?" I said, coming back to reality. My head snapped around. I probably would feel the whip-lash the next morning.

There they were. Joe was sneaking his hands up Macy's shirt and smiling smugly. Then there was Macy. She just looked scared and confused. Poor her. Stupid Joe.

Finally, Macy pulled away when Joe's hands went a little too far. Just at the right moment, the song matching m thoughts came on. Womanizer.

Superstar, where you from?

How's it going?

I know you,

Got a clue what you're doing.

Macy looked at Joe for a second and turned to walk away. You go, girl! I saw Joe say something with his little puppy dog face. If Macy were still a fan, she would totally turn back around and-

No! Stop, Macy! Darn her fan-ness.

I call 'em like I see 'em.

I know what you are,

What you are, baby.

"Womanizer." I said with the song.

"You're telling me." Kevin huffed. I gathered up my withering courage and walked to the place where Macy and Joe were having a quiet conversation in the middle of a blaring dance floor.

"Stella, where are you going?" Kevin shouted after me, but I ignored him.

"How could you make a move on poor, little weakening Macy? It's bad enough she has to hide her obsession, but now she has to steer clear of a…. womanizer like you!" I shouted over the music.

"I didn't know it was Macy! And Macy, obsession? You little liar!" he said playfully, trying to change the topic.

"Stella." Macy growled before her eyes rolled back and her body hit the ground with a thump. I guess I shouldn't have said that. But it was Joe's fault in the first place.

"Great. You made a move on her and made her faint on the same night. Jerk." I hissed. Joe looked at me, a shocked expression clouding over his usually cool demeanor.

"Hey! You're my best friend! Why are you lying and blaming me for making her pass out! That was clearly your fault!" Joe said, ignoring the part I most wanted him to hear. If he was going to ignore it, I was going to flaunt it.

"Well, I AM blaming you for making a move on innocent little Macy!" I squealed in rage. Joe studied my face. After a few more minutes, a cocky smirk erupted from his lips.

"You're jealous." He said with a sympathetic expression. He put his hand on my shoulder and used his other hand to slowly unwind the arms I had crossed. My breath hitched, and I took a small step back.

"It's okay. Everyone wants a piece of this." Joe smirked, gesturing to himself and leaning toward me. The song snapped me back.

You got me going.

You're oh-so-charming.

But I can't do it.

Womanizer.

I turned my head reluctantly as Joe's lips zeroed in on mine. My eyes opened as his lips hit the skin of my cheek and left a burning sensation.

"What's wrong?" Joe asked as he pulled away.

"You're a womanizer." I whispered before turning and heading toward Nick, who was sitting by himself in the corner of the club.

Macy's POV

That dance floor was hard. It gave me a crick in my neck when I woke up a couple minutes later after I fainted. And Kevin wasn't in my line of vision anymore. I heard someone calling my name over the blaring last notes of Womanizer. Wow, I must have been really delusional.

I stood up quickly, giggling nervously at the crowd of people staring at me. I could've sworn a couple of guys were looking at my 'Stella Original' mini-skirt. Curse Stella.

I heard one more shout of my name behind me and I turned to see a frazzled Kevin Lucas.

"Oh, I have been looking for you for awhile! I'm glad I found you. Stella refuses to come over to find you so that she doesn't run into Joe, Joe….you know him, he just wont help, nick is going to fall asleep soon because clubs 'bore him', and no one told me you passed out! And anyway, how can a loud club 'bore' someone?!" Kevin yelled, only stopping to catch his breath from his little rant.

"I'm sorry! I shouldn't have fainted. I just... got really over-heated. You didn't have to come and try to find me." I said. I hated making a Lucas brother fret, fan or not. Or pretend-not.

"No, it's fine. I was really worried." He said slowly.

"Really?" I smiled. He nodded.

"Care to help me find the rest of the gang so we can get out of here?" he said, reaching out his hand.

A/N: This chapter is dedicated to Enchantresselle, who gave me the idea of Stella's POV when Joe made a move on Macy. Sorry for such a long wait, you wouldn't believe all the stuff I've done the past few weeks.