Alright, so here's the first chapter. And I want to sort of make this clear from the beginning: I will try to post one chapter every day. Weekends, there might be more, and sometimes during the week, there might be less. It just depends on what I have going on each day. But for right now...enjoyy!
Chapter 1
“Mom, do I have to go to another stupid release party?” I sat on my bed in my mom and I’s New York City penthouse apartment, yelling to her in the other room.
“Yes, honey,” she sighed, her high heels clacking as she walked along the hardwood floor to my bedroom. “And you will enjoy it. Is that clear?” I glared at her as she strutted out in one of her many business suits. She’s the east coast advertising manager for Hollywood Records. My dad left us when I was under the age of two, so I had never really known him. I was an only child, living in New York City, so I pretty much got whatever I wanted.
I had been to seven of these release parties in this year alone, and it was only April. Don’t get me wrong; it’s always cool to meet all of the celebrities and whatnot, but most of them show up to every single one, and it gets old. This one in particular was supposed to be pretty interesting, as my mom says the band is made up of “handsome young men”, but I still have no desire to waste a perfectly good Tuesday night.
It took me a while to get up off my bed, but I eventually made my way over to my closet and yanked on the little navy blue dress my mom had set out for me. Why she would do such a thing, I have no clue, because I am the most fashion-forward person you will ever meet. My closet is bigger than my bathroom, and I have shelves piled high with every single issue of Vogue since I was old enough to realize what a magazine was.
I threw my dark hair into a high ponytail and slipped on a silver headband, all the while, talking to one of my best friends Keiko on speakerphone. She was the kind of friend who had a big ear, which was great for me, because I absolutely loved to talk.
“I bet it won’t be that bad,” she said reassuringly. “Who knows? Maybe the boys really are handsome.”
I burst out laughing. “Yeah, like my mom would have good taste in guys. She hasn’t dated in, what, four years?” Keiko was silent. “Okay, maybe you’re right. Maybe they will be cute, and maybe I will have a good time. But that doesn’t mean I’m going to act like I like it,” I told her. “And don’t be surprised if you happen to get a call from me later tonight.” I walked over and pressed ‘end’ on my BlackBerry after we said good-bye.
I quickly threw on some mascara and blush before stepping into a pair of designer shoes I had just bought the night before. I grabbed my coat and clutch, running to catch the elevator my mom had been waiting in.
“I told you to be ready by 6:30,” she stated as I flung myself through the closing doors, reluctantly checking the time on my phone. 6:32.
“Oh, two minutes, Mother,” I replied, rolling my eyes. “What will two minutes hurt?” The elevator dinged, and we walked through the lobby of the apartment building and out into the taxi my mother had waiting.
I wasn’t surprised to see that we were at just another fancy, New York City restaurant when the taxi pulled to a stop. My mom quickly paid the old burly man before flinging the door open, her briefcase at her side. I stepped out after her and followed her up the front steps.
Inside, the party hadn’t started yet. Since she was partly in charge, my mother, and I, obviously, had to be there a half hour early. I found a couch to sit on while my mother went and introduced herself to the restaurant owners.
Well, I thought to myself. You’d better get comfortable. It looks like it’s going to be a long night. I sat on the red suede couch, texting practically everyone in my address book, trying to start up a conversation that would last a while. I glanced up every once in a while, one time to ask a waiter for a Coke, and a few other times to see who had just arrived. It was a while before the party actually started, people filling every square inch of the place.
I hardly even noticed when a curly-headed figure plopped down next to me a few hours into the party. I abruptly glanced up to take him in, only to have my eyes meet with the most gorgeous brown eyes I’d ever seen.
“What is a pretty girl like you, sitting alone at a party like this?”
I jerked my stare away from my Blackberry and my eyes met those chocolate brown ones once more.
He gave a toothless smile. “What’s your name?” he asked.
I crinkled my forehead, confused as to why this incredible-looking kid was sitting next to me. “And what makes you think I’m going to tell a complete stranger my name?”
The boy scooted a little closer. “What, I’m a stranger?”
I stared blankly at him. “Well, seeing as I’ve never seen you before in my life, yes,” I replied. All of the sudden it clicked, immediately after I had said that.
This guy was Nick Jonas.
