Chasing Fire

Chapter 3: Nice try, Superstar.

JPOV

2 words. Oh. God. I told Raphael I didn't want to do this, obviously he doesn't listen. Driving up to the school car park I get a phone call.

"Hey, Man", my manager greets.

"Hey, Raphael."

"How's it going so far?"

"Well, I told you I didn't want to do this but NO you still have to go against me. I am going to get trampled by a bunch of slutty teenage girls!" I exclaim.

"Whoa, slow down there. Look, I know it's gonna take some getting used to, but you're gonna have to suck it up, okay? This will keep the paps off you, understand?"

"Yeah, sure. Whatever. I gotta go I'm at the school."

"Okay, bye." He hangs up.

I put my black ray-bans on and look down to what I'm wearing. Black pants, white shirt, leather jacket, converse. Perfect. I take a deep breath and get out of the car straight away getting slapped in the face by screams and squeals. Oh shit. I fake a smile as I dash to the front office to get my schedule.

(Skipping the schedule part. I think you all know how that goes.)

Looking at my schedule, I bump into something. Or rather, someone. I look down to see who i bumped into when i see a flash of red hair. Oh My God. It's her. The girl at the concert. I shake out of my thoughts and reach down to help her pick up her books.

"Sorry about that," I mumble. She doesn't look up.

"Don't worry about it." Once we gather all her books up, I hand them to her once we stand up.

finally, she looks at me. Her eyes go wide as she stares agape at me. I smirk and put my hand out for her to shake.

"Hi, I'm Jace. And if you are going to stand there and openly stare at me you could've just asked," I say with a smirk. Her face turns into one of annoyance.

"Yeah, I know who you are. And if you expect me to drop down and kiss your feet, think again." She tries to walk past me, clutching her books, but i grab her arm and pull her back.

"I don't expect you to drop down and kiss my feet," I gently state. Her eyes flicker up to me, and I almost pass out. Her eyes are the most brilliant shade of green that i have even seen.

"You haven't told me your name yet, beautiful," I say, turning my charm on. She rolls her eyes at me. Wow. Didn't expect that.

"Well," She starts. "Maybe i don't want you to know my name."

"Why not?" I ask.

She leans in close to my ear, making me shiver as her soft cheek brushes mine ever so slightly.

"Because," She seductively whispers. "I know your history with girls, and so if you really want to know my name...You're gonna have to try and find out yourself." She pulls away, leaving me awestruck. She smiles a sickly sweet smile as she walks away, my eyes following her every move until she turns a corner. I smile a small smile as i continue to walk down the hallway, girls batting their eyelashes at me and twirling their extensions on their fingers. 

But the question is: Do i really want to know? Do i really care? Is she worth it?