As promised, here is chapter 2! Thank you so much for the reviews and the support!
Okay, I have never had so much fun writing before. I love this chapter, and I hope you guys do too!
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I pretended to study my history book across the trio of rock stars as they gathered at their lockers. Those guys get two lockers a piece…can anyone say unfair? And, is that a smoothie maker in one of them? Kevin's making a strawberry smoothie…yum...No, no, no, don't think about food or delicious beverages Jane. You can't drool at school. And, I just giggled out loud at the rhyme I just made, attracting some attention to myself. How embarrassing.
Okay, back to spying. I should probably talk to him in person like any normal person would, but I figured some surveillance in the beginning of the plan was acceptable. And, I already tried studying Macy Misa's website, but that was information anyone could pick up. No offense Macy. Allison needed something fresher; something that would definitely surprise Nick.
I know. I am an amazing friend…or just weird, but let's stick with amazing friend.
Nick had just held out a huge stack of papers after accepting the homemade (or should I say schoolmade?) smoothie with a smug expression on his boyish features. Kevin and Joe took one look at the papers and groaned.
"We're not doing an anthology are we?!" Joe asked with a whine while Kevin simply banged his head against one of his lockers.
"No. Just five songs," Nick answered shortly as he gathered his books for the day. "I wrote them last night."
I dropped my mouth open. That guy wrote five songs in one night? When it takes me months to just write one? Unfair! And, those five songs will probably reach the Top Ten on the billboard while mine stay in my tattered notebook. Some people get all the glory.
Kevin stopped taking his frustrations out on his head and turned back towards his youngest brother. "When do you want them memorized?"
"By the end of the week."
Kevin turned back to the lockers and continued to hit his head, and this time, Joe joined in as well. At this time, I started to wonder if the Lucas brothers always behaved as such. I also realized that I did not discover anything new concerning Nick. It's all about the music with this guy. Not that that is a bad thing; I don't mind since I like music too, but Allison needs to know something else that no random individual would talk to him about.
Just as I was about to head to my first period, two girls bounded up to the brothers. Oh yeah, that's right. The blond is Stella Malone, Jonas' stylist, and the brunette is Macy Misa, the super number one fan of the band…
…and also the girl who just whacked Kevin upside the head with a tennis racket.
"AH! I am so sorry!" Macy squealed as Kevin tried to decipher what just happened.
"N-no, it's okay," the oldest brother said weakly, rubbing the injured spot with his hand. "Eh? Is that blood?" he asked lightly and then promptly passed out on the floor.
"KEVIN!"
Nick and Joe helped their brother off the floor while Stella ran through some breathing drills with the erratic Macy. Joe appeared to be over-dramatic as he cried and shouted over Kevin's unconscious form. Stella had to take a break from Macy and smack Joe in the arm to get him to shut up. Nick simply stood to the side, holding the bridge of his nose. From the constant movement of his lips, I concluded he was trying to calm himself down. He seemed to be having difficulties in doing so…
Joe, Macy, and Stella ended up taking/dragging Kevin to the nurse's office, while Nick stayed behind. I raised my history book to the point where only my eyes could glimpse over the top. The guy looked stressed beyond belief, so he leaned against his locker and took deep, even breaths.
You know, from where I'm standing, he looks older than he really is. Just a thought.
Crap, he looked this way. Need to casually leave for class before he suspects anything.
Note to self: Nick Lucas likes strawberry smoothies.
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Okay, first try at surveillance did not go as well as I had planned it. I may have discovered that Nick likes strawberry smoothies, but I doubt Allison could start a good conversation with that information. However, if it were me with the crush, I would go for it, because smoothies are a wonderful topic…
"Jane, you're drooling again."
Crap.
It was Adam who had given me the friendly warning. I gave him a once over and noticed that he seemed to be back to normal. A permanent smile etched on his face, and he actually bothered to say hello to anyone who walked by him. Good, now I can ask him about his weird behavior yesterday.
Since first period (American History) had already begun and Mr. Roberts was checking the role, I took the chance to write a note to Adam.
So…care to explain yesterday?
I flicked the paper onto my friend's desk and he grinned. He always did love note passing…along with everything else. And, so our note chat commenced.
It was October 5th in the year 2009. Monday. You embarrassed yourself in French class, and Allison likes a guy.
That's really not what I meant. You actually stopped smiling during our conversation at Walgreens. That never happens. What was bugging you?
I had bad ice cream.
There's no such thing as bad ice cream! You started acting all weird when Allison revealed her crush. It should have been a blissful moment for you!
It wasn't.
Do you have a problem with Nick Lucas or JONAS or something?
No! I just think Allison could do better…for a first crush, I mean.
What are you talking about?! He's a famous rock star who is actually down to earth! I'm kind of ecstatic about her liking him.
That's when Adam crumpled the paper we wrote on and tossed it in the trash can with…holy muffins…a look of irritation.
Who is this carbon copy and what did he do with the real Adam?!
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Phase two of my master plan is now in motion. It is lunch time and my job is to "accidentally" overhear Nick's conversation at his lunch table.
I usually eat lunch with Adam, but since somebody has kidnapped him and put a look-alike in his place, I'm going to leave the evil twin to eat by himself. I'd eat with Allison if I had the choice, but her lunch time is later than mine.
I waited in line for what seemed like the entire lunch period before I could get my tray full of what I thought was food. The sign said meatloaf, but I'm not too sure.
I scanned the crowded room in search of my subject, and found him eating in the corner with his brothers and Stella. Kevin looked like he had seen better days. I would feel terrible if a huge bandage covered half of my face too.
I made my way to a conveniently empty table right next the Lucas's table. Maybe I could succeed in my mission this time-
"THERE THEY ARE!!!!!!!!!!!!! JONAS!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!"
Oh no…
The next thing I knew I was pushed to the side as a stampede of girls ran past me to get to the three boys in the corner. And- like the wind I might add- Nick, Joe, and Kevin flew out the double doors.
Good for them; they got out unscathed. Me? I was sprawled on the floor with my lunch dumped all over my school uniform. I almost let a tear slip out when I saw my cookie trampled into pieces on the floor.
"My snickerdoodle," I whined.
Those girls will pay…
A hand appearing in front of my line of vision blocked out my murderous thoughts and I looked up to find Van Dyke holding an amused expression.
"You have to watch out for those visiting debate teams," my cousin said lightly as he helped me up. The "meatloaf" that had fallen on my skirt now fell to floor and made a very disgusting sound. "You probably want to wash that."
"Really?" I asked with sarcasm.
Spying on Nick Lucas started to seem impossible. What next? Somebody kidnaps him during my next try?
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I made my way cautiously to the bathroom. I definitely did not want to have a repeat of earlier. The high-pitched screams of the fan girls still rang through my ears and the meatloaf began to put a foul stench on my school uniform.
The halls were empty because class had already resumed, but with a simple visit to the office, the vice principal gave me a note excusing me from the first half of my next class, AP English, which explicitly stated, "Please excuse Jane Abbot from the first half of class for reasons of inappropriate attire." An excuse which can be misconstrued in so many ways. Great.
After entering the bathroom, I tried to wash the stains from my red blazer and white blouse with a paper towel and water. I got the leftover food off but some very noticeable stains remained.
"That debate team owes me a new uniform," I muttered as I looked at myself in the mirror. I gasped when I saw there was even food on my face and hair, and then my mood turned even darker.
Before I could yell some obscenities in the bathroom, I heard the door creak open. My eyes met those of Stella Malone, and…
She looked quite amused over my appearance.
"Did you like the meatloaf that much?" The girl joked.
I'm so glad I could make everyone's day brighter.
"Believe me, I did not do this on purpose," I said, gesturing at my attire. "Your friends' fans didn't think to politely ask me to move aside during their rampage."
The blond sighed and began looking through her abnormally large purse, "Sorry about that. The boys usually have a fore-warning before any type of visiting team comes here. Luckily the rush is over, but I keep getting texts from Joe telling me he's fearing for his life." A fond smile perused her lips. Should she really be smiling over somebody fearing for their life?
"Aha! Here it is," Stella beamed and raised an orange-looking stick out of her purse. She held it out to me, "Think of this as an apology." A Tide pen! My savior in disguise!
"Thank you," I gushed and quickly took the pen. Finally, the stains came off! I could go to class without looking like I took a nose-dive into the school trashcan.
I gave the Tide pen back to Stella, feeling much better since I had one of my problems of today resolved. Now I just had two other problems to fix. Find out what's wrong with Adam, and get a little more information on Nick. Maybe I could just talk to someone, but who could I talk to…?
Wait a minute…
One of Nick's closest friends is in the same bathroom as me.
Perfect, I thought with a devious mental voice.
"So…" I started off casually, handing the pen pack to Stella, "How long have you and the Lucas' been friends?"
Stella had been emptying her purse and placing on the counter what seemed to be a very complex, expert make-up kit. She opened the kit, and five layers ascended from the bottom.
This girl takes her feminine side seriously. Just looking at her makes me feel like a hobo.
"Basically forever," Stella answered, another fond smile appearing on her features. "They really are the greatest guys ever…except when they act so thick-skulled over something so simple, and get sloppy joe's all over their shirts." The blonde's grip on the kit tightened fiercely, and her sudden change of attitude kind of frightened me. I inched away when I actually felt the anger radiate from her.
"Are we talking about all three of them, or just one person in particular?" I asked, once I was at least a good five feet from Stella.
"Huh?" Stella snapped her head up and lost her anger. Instead, she actually looked embarrassed. "W-well look at the time! I need to get back to class. Sorry, see you later…um…Jamie?"
"Jane," I replied, dead-panned. I didn't expect her to know my name anyway, but Stella wasn't as helpful as I thought she would be. Instead of getting information on Nick, I got information on a mystery person that Stella dislikes very much. At least, I think she dislikes that person. Then again, maybe she cares about that person too much, and- why am I thinking about this?
I looked to my right only to find the girl had already escaped from the bathroom without my knowing. I sighed and looked at my reflection once more. My hair looked like it always did, though I had to wet it to get rid of the food, and my clothes looked normal again. I picked up my book bag from the floor, and was about to head out the door until something shiny caught my eye.
A tube of lipstick? And it's called 'Romance Rouge.' Stella must have been in such a rush she actually forgot it. I pocketed it so I could return it to her later. I think her locker was close to mine anyway.
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"Bonjour!" Madame Love chirped as she walked into the classroom. "Comment-allez vous?"
Some people actually answered her question, but I stuck to giving the Adam look-a-like the stare-down. Maybe if my constant staring made him uncomfortable, the guy would tell the truth and reveal where he hid the real Adam's body. I want my old buddy back; I miss his annoying and ceaseless smiles already. Plus, I need someone to complain about my bad day to. I could use Van Dyke, but the last time I used my cousin as someone to talk to…he ended up looking at some girl off of the cheerleading team during the entire conversation. I love my cousin, I really do, but the guy really is the cliché portrait of a football player.
"Jane," Adam sighed, "Stop it."
"Stop what?" I asked innocently. "I'm just looking at someone who looks like Adam. There is an amazing resemblance between you two."
Adam cocked an eyebrow, and looked at me like I was crazy, "Did you take a hit on the head during your meatloaf accident?" Okay, really, does the entire school know about that now?!
I shook my head and got serious, "Okay Adam, what is up with you? Ever since Allison told us about her crush, you've become all stand-offish, and every time I ask you about it you ignore me."
Is that a flicker of guilt I see in his eyes? Wha- oh no, he's pouting. It's the puppy-dog face! Argh! No, no, no resist it; do not let this slide. No matter what he says, do not-
"I'm sorry," Adam said to me with the most pitiful expression imaginable. "You're right; I've been a total jerk."
"It's fine," I said, heaving a sigh. Man, why does he have to make it so difficult for me to stay mad at him? "Just, go back to normal. This emo version of yourself kind of sucks."
Adam pretended to be sad, "What? I just wrote a song about my depressed feelings."
"I'd like to see that," I laughed, glad to have my friend back to normal. But, seriously, if Adam ever wrote a song, I would pay big to hear it.
"Okay class," Madam Love started, signaling that class had begun. "Today, we are going to do something très different-"
"Are we going to get an assignment in English?" One of the football players in the back of the class piped up. Now there's an assignment I wouldn't mind doing for AP French, but from the miffed look on the instructor's face, I kind of guessed that was impossible.
"No, Mr….um…"
"Jameson, Todd Jameson."
"Right," Madame Love said unapologetically, and then went back to her bubbly attitude. "Anyways, since I was majorly disappointed from mostly everyone's presentations from yesterday-" Okay, she really doesn't have to give me a pointed look when talking about that "-I have decided that there are other ways of getting an idea of how much you all have learned so far this semester than on-the-spot assignments."
And all it took was everyone embarrassing themselves in front of their peers to make her realize her faux pas (no pun intended).
"So I thought the best way to test your French abilities is to have all of you write a poem no shorter than sixteen lines!" Madame Love said ecstatically while the rest of us groaned. "And, each of you will present your poems the last day before Halloween….eh? What is that banging noise?"
"That's Jane banging her head on the top of her desk, ma'am."
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"That was a little dramatic, don't you think?" Adam asked me after class as we walked to our lockers.
"I was just portraying everyone's feelings at the time in a physical manner," I stated in a huff. Okay, maybe banging my head against the desk was a little dramatic especially when it was over a poem. But, come on! It's a French poem! I may like writing rhymes, but there is no way I could achieve rhyming in French.
"I am not going to pass this class," I muttered, opening my locker. "What was I thinking? Taking AP French? I'm insane, Adam."
"I'm not going to deny your insanity, but I think you're being too hard on yourself," my friend said while gathering his books to put in his backpack. "You're smart Jane, and you like a challenge. That's why you took all these upper-level classes. You will pass this class because you won't let yourself fail."
I grinned at Adam's words, "Thanks." I shut my locker triumphantly, and started to walk towards the doors to meet Allison (who was probably getting impatient from waiting) when I suddenly realized I still had Stella's lipstick. That girl might get an aneurism from losing the article of make-up.
"Shoot, I forgot," I halted and turned around to meet the eyes of a confused Adam. "Sorry, I forgot I have to give something back to Stella. You can go wait with Allison if you feel like it."
"Well, actually. I'm not-"
"Okay, see you then," I called over my shoulder. I just wanted to get his over with.
I waved Adam off and then continued back the way I came. I turned at the end of the hallway, and I found the fashionable blond talking to Macy Misa in an animated fashion by their lockers. Also to my surprise, the Lucas brothers were close by, obviously waiting for Stella at a safe distance. I kind of felt bad for Macy; she obviously admired Jonas a lot.
I would have considered this a great opportunity for finding out some valuable information about Nick, but there was no time since my friends were waiting for me.
"Stella!" I called out, catching her attention. The blond smiled and waved.
"Meatloaf girl!" she acknowledged, joking of course. Well, I guess the whole school does know after all since Macy and the Lucas brothers nodded knowingly.
"Stella told us what happened after we ran," Kevin said apologetically. "Sorry about that." Aw, he looks so guilty, but it is freaking adorable. Why do all these people around me have faces that I can't get mad at? I looked to Joe who looked equally apologetic, but kind of amused over my nickname. And Nick…well, I couldn't tell, but I am going to assume deep down he felt apologetic.
"Nah, it's fine," I waved it off. "You aren't the ones who pushed me to the ground and stepped on my snickerdoodle anyway." My heart still went out to my crushed cookie. My sorrowful remembrance came to a halt when I realized everyone was looking at me in a strange way, except for Kevin and Joe who looked equally saddened by the death of a delicious treat. What did I come here for? Oh right, lipstick.
I pulled the tube out of my blazer pocket and held it out to Stella, "You left this in the bathroom earlier."
"Ah!" Stella gasped and took it from my hands looking extremely grateful. "I thought I'd lost it! This is my favorite shade too. Thank you!"
"No problem," I shrugged. "Anyways, I have to get going. My friends are waiting for me. See you around." I turned and almost started to walk away, but a blunt object happened to stop me in my tracks. A baseball bat hitting me square in the nose to be more precise.
Apparently Macy had tried to fit her baseball bat into her locker and it fell out of her grasp, causing quite the painful experience for me.
Today just isn't my day.
And the words that came out of my mouth were not pretty. Good thing no children were around.
"Oh no! I am so sorry! Curse my Jonas-caused clumsiness!" Macy shrieked, looking like she was about to cry because of the pain she caused me. Everyone rushed up to me as I held my bleeding nose and yelling every curse word I had ever hear of…and made up a few of my own on the spot. Just use your imagination because I am not writing the many colorful metaphors that came out of my mouth.
"Holy crap! Are you okay?!" Joe asked, trying to get a look at my nose.
"Oh gosh, look at all the blood!" Stella screamed. Okay, that statement did not help me one bit.
"I think it's broken," Nick observed quietly, trying to get me to remove my hands from my nose. He wasn't very successful since I wouldn't comply. I kind of had this fear that my nose would actually fall off if I let go. "You have to let me look at it."
I shook my head, wincing at the pain it caused. "No way." No one ever said I was mature during intense situations. My refusal brought a sigh from the youngest Lucas.
"I can take a look at it!" Macy piped in. "I'm an expert with broken bones."
"That's because you're usually the one who breaks them," Joe muttered.
"Joe! It was an accident!" Stella yelled in defense of her best girl friend and punched the boy hard in the arm. Joe recoiled and glared at the blond.
"That hurt!"
"Good!"
Kevin stood in between the raging pair, trying to calm them down. "Now, let's all go to our happy places! Stella, think of scarves and chick flicks; Joe think of pandas and-"
"Shut up Kevin!" Joe snapped, but then lost his angered look when he saw the hurt on his brother's face. Joe then proceeded to apologize to Kevin as Stella resumed scolding him…and comforted the hysterical Macy at the same time. It was quite the sight.
I turned away from the chaos erupting around me and towards Nick who held his head in his hands.
"Never mind," I muttered in a nasally voice as I held my nose, "You can look at my nose."
I lowered my hands hesitantly and winced from the blood which remained on my palms. I looked at Nick and I could finally tell what emotion he was portraying on that stoic face of his. It was a mixture of shock and horror. Never a good combination.
"It's broken…isn't it," I stated lamely.
Nick bit his lip and nodded, "Yeah, you definitely do not want to look in a mirror."
"Let me see," Kevin escaped from the arguing pair and took a look at me. He jumped back when his eyes glimpsed at my nose.
"Is it that bad?" I asked, worried.
"No! Not at all!" the oldest Lucas said in an awkwardly high-pitched voice.
I stared at the boy incredulously. He had to be lying. I turned back to Nick who shook his head at his brother.
"I guess I'd better get to the hospital," I said in disbelief of how the end of my already terrible day turned out. Seriously, who gets meatloaf dumped all over them and breaks their nose on the same day?! The universe is against me!
"It was my fault! I'll take you," Macy ran up to me, looking so scared and remorseful. With a face like that, how could I stay mad at her? Seriously, everyone around me has one of those faces.
"There's no way you are driving a car in your condition," Stella said to Macy. Her condition? What about me and my broken nose?
"But, it's my fault-"
"I'll drive Jane to the hospital," Stella said resolutely.
"You don't have a car," Joe rained on the blonde's parade. The realization dawned on her face, and she looked away sheepishly. "I'll take her," Joe continued.
"I drove you here, remember?" Kevin reminded his brother. "Dad took your license away after the mailbox incident." Kevin and Joe shuddered at the memory. "We'll both take-"
"You promised Mom you would pick up some groceries for her. I'll drive her," Nick interrupted. No one said anything after that, thinking that Nick was the best person for the job. Except for me, that is…
"Whoa, hold on a second," I laughed in disbelief. "I can just have my friends drive me." It was a generous offer, but I really couldn't have a guy I barely knew drive me across town when my friends were in the front parking lot waiting for me.
"It's okay! Nick's an excellent driver," Kevin said energetically.
"That's…good to know…" I said, confused. "I'm just going to leave now." I tried exiting the hallway again, but something stopped me, again.
Kevin and Joe grabbed a hold of both of my arms while Stella and Macy retrieved my backpack and purse. The next thing I knew, I was being taken by force and by two members of Jonas no less. Nick walked in front of the group grabbing his keys from his back pocket.
Am I being kidnapped by rock stars?
"Hey!" I exclaimed, trying free myself from Joe and Kevin's grasp. "What do you guys think you're doing?!"
"We're taking you to the hospital," Joe confirmed. "It's the least we can do."
"Are you insane?!" I exclaimed, pulling against both of them. Are these guys made of metal? Because my struggles are being rendered moot! Let's try placing my feet firmly on the floor…
Nope, that didn't work either. Now they're basically dragging me. Why aren't Stella and Macy saying anything?! Girls are supposed to stick together! And Nick? Well, I couldn't see his face, but he kept on walking as if he was just having another ordinary day. That's it, forget setting Nick up with Allison, she can date someone else who didn't kidnap innocent girls with broken noses.
"I already told you my friends could take me!" I shouted as we got closer to the front door of the school. "Come on, this is ridiculous!"
"You know what's really ridiculous?" Kevin said, totally oblivious to my struggles and glares. "An otter playing the trumpet, but I just can't get the image out of my head." He laughed heartily as Joe did the same.
"I put that on my website as a background for your bio page, Kevin of JONAS!" Macy gasped in excitement.
Kevin of JONAS? So…what does that make everyone else? Does that make me Jane of NOTHING?
That's a depressing thought.
"What do you have on mine, Macy?" Joe asked, extremely curious.
Macy laughed, and for a second I thought the girl was going to hyperventilate. "Blue pandas of course!"
Blue pandas? Trumpet playing otters? These people are stranger than I am! And, that is pretty hard to do.
Nick held the door open and Kevin and Joe pulled me outside. Luckily, I also saw Allison and Adam waiting by my car. Of course I would scream for help.
"Allison! Adam!" I yelled, catching their immediate attention. "Help!" Adam seemed to have been having an intense conversation with the short girl beside him, so it took a second yell from me to catch their attention. Allison did a double take as she saw me being dragged in the opposite direction I was supposed to go by two boys with three other people crowding around me. When she finally grasped what was going on, Allison grabbed Adam and ran in my direction. I sighed in relief as my two friends made their way towards me. Everyone else looked unfazed by my pleas for help.
"Jane!" Allison shouted and skidded to a halt in front of the Lucas brothers, looking like a tiger ready to pounce. "What are you doing with her?! And, what the heck happened to your face, Jane?! Did one of you do this? Because if so, I will pulverize you…"
Macy hid behind Stella while Joe and Kevin looked a little perturbed by the small girl's attitude and glanced at Nick, wondering if they should let me go. Unfortunately, Allison noticed Nick was there as well and totally froze.
"Um…uh…well…uh…" Allison stuttered. Good grief, the one time I actually need that girl's fierce words and she becomes tongue tied. I turned my head to Adam who winced at my appearance.
"What's going on, Jane?" Adam laughed nervously. "Why are Kevin and Joe Lucas dragging you out of the school? And…why do you look like you just got mugged?"
I was about to open my mouth, but Stella and Macy spoke before I could and explained the whole complicated, ludicrous situation. Adam nodded at every word politely while Allison looked like she was about to pass out from being in Nick's presence.
"Long story short, I'm taking her to the hospital as sort of repentance," the youngest Lucas ended the explanation.
"There's nothing to repent!" I exclaimed causing Nick to jump a little. "Geez, you didn't do anything, and Adam, Allison, one of you can drive me!"
Wait, why does Adam look guilty? He's supposed to agree with me and free me from my captivity.
"Sorry Jane…I…I was going to tell you earlier, but I brought my own car today because I have to go out of town to help my grandma move to a retirement home. In fact, I should have left ten minutes ago," my friend explained sorrowfully. Well, I couldn't yell at him for that, dang it.
I turned towards Allison as my last hope.
"Allison…"
"Sorry Jane," the petite blond apologized looking down. "My monthly visit with my Dad is tonight, and- ah- he just pulled up." Allison's mom and dad had a nasty divorce back in elementary school, and she can only see her father once a month. I totally forgot with the drama of today. I couldn't yell at her either.
I sighed and lowered my head in defeat. They both had their hands tied, and at least I had someone who was willing to take me to the hospital. I had to accept it. "It's fine. Get going or both of you will be late." My two friends apologized over and over before they scattered into their different destinations, leaving me with my captors. Man, my nose was really starting to hurt, and from the red spots on the pavement, I guessed the bleeding started up again with all of my struggling and yelling.
"Okay, let's get you to the hospital," Stella said, knocking Kevin and Joe away from me. She handed me a handkerchief with a concerned expression and led me to Nick's car; the lonely, red 2009 Camaro. Even in my state, I could still be impressed with the awesome car.
"Wait," I paused. "What about my car?"
"I'll bring you back here after we get your nose fixed," Nick explained. "Stop stalling." He held the door open from me while Kevin helped me in the car. Joe opened the back door for Macy and Stella as they put my stuff in the back seat.
"Alright, you crazy kids have fun," Kevin joked and closed my door. Joe waved goodbye and started to walk off with his brother.
Stella had to drag Macy away from my side of the car since the girl was basically on her knees apologizing to me again.
"I'm so sorry! People who aren't a part of JONAS are usually safe from harm, and I-"
"Macy, it's okay!" I assured the kneeling brunette out the open window, trying to form my mouth into a smile without causing any pain. "Accidents happen." Please don't let them happen again, though…or wait until I'm not around.
The girl brightened up considerably, and faster than I had expected. She jumped to her feet and smiled gratefully.
"Well, good luck!" Macy waved and jogged back to Stella.
Okay…now that just left me…and Nick…
Nick Lucas…
Oh my gosh, Nick Lucas of JONAS is driving me to the hospital while I'm getting blood all over his leather seats…
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Ah, so fun! Well, I have the next chapter written already, but I love the suspense! Tomorrow I will upload it.
By the way, I know Stella has a car, but let's just say it's gone for the moment.
Nick will be in the next chapter more, I promise. I just didn't like the idea of suddenly making it all about him. Not that I don't like him! I think the guy is adorable, even if he is too young for me…*sigh* I curse the day I turned 22.