~Something Real~

~Chapter One~

_Wazeema's P.O.V_

I'm a Barbie doll in a Barbie world

Pain is plastic it's fantastic

You can brush my hair

Undress me everywhere-

"Hey girly," was the first thing I heard as soon as I answered the phone.

"This better be important, I'm driving," i laughed as I heard her squeal.

"Nick Jonas is going to be attending our school," she screamed.

"Okii bye then. You obviously have nothing important to tell me," I said as I hung up the phone.

Lydia Williams, pitch black, curly hair that goes down to her shoulder. Her Olive brown complexion that matches her golden eyes and pink lips. She is short probably 5 foot 2 inches and has the most bubbly personality a person can have. She is also kickass at shopping.

Latoya Fung, dark brown, straight hair that goes a little pass her shoulder. Her chocolate brown complexion goes well with the blonde tips at the end of her hair. She has light brown eyes that glows in the dark, she is short but taller that both Lydia and I maybe 5 foot 4 inches. She is funny and is a badass at times.

And me, wazeema khan, long black, bouncy, curly hair with blue streaks. I am light brown in complexion and have greenish-blueish eyes. I am 5 foot 3 inches and own a blue convertible.

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As I walked into school, I noticed everyone was excited and hyper. Even the nerds were jumping up.

"Boo!" My best friend, Latoya, yelled behind me.

"Nice try, now what's all this excitement about?" I asked her completely confused as everyone rushed to the patio for announcements. Since when does high school kids like Monday mornings assembly?

"You're so dense. Didn't Lydia call you this morning?" She asked.

"Yeah, but it was something about Nick Jonas so I blanked her out," I smiled sheepishly when I realized that Lydia was next to me listening.

"As I was saying before before being rudely ignored, Nick Jonas will be attending our school for the rest of our senior year," she squealed.

"What? You mean there's gonna be a stuck up celebrity roaming these halls?" I asked her faking shock.

She laughed as the bell rang and we all head to our separate classes.

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My first class was Spanish. Way to start off the school year.

As Ms. Harper began to read a passage in Spanish, the door opened and a hot guy walked in. All the girls looked awestruck while the guys look angry.

"Okay class, this is Mr. Nick Jonas. I expect you to make him feel welcome but not too welcome," she said as she looked around at the staring girls. "Girls stop drooling. He wants to be treated like a regular student. Mr. Jonas, there's a seat next to Lauryn. Lauryn, please raise your hand," she said politely.

I realized Lauryn was sitting in my row with an empty seat between us. I internally groaned, I now officially hate Spanish. I don't want a stuck up pop star next to me.

To Lydii.Boo: Güë$$ whö$ë $ïttïñg ñëxt tö më???

From Lydii.Boo: ÖMG.....Ñö wäÿ. $ö ï$ hë £ïkë töt䣣ÿ höt för rëä£$? Ör ï$ ït çämërä trïçk???

To Ldyii.Boo: R ü kïððïñg më?? I'm $ïttïñg ñëxt tö hïm...ï'££ £öök £ïkë ä çrëëþ.

From Lydii.Boo: Ä çütë çrëëþ.

The bell rang and I mentally cheered for two things 1) class was over so I didn't have to sit next to him anymore. 2) he didn't try to talk to me or even if he did I was too busy to listen. I smiled as I walk to the cafeteria lost in my own world until I bumped into a hard and firm chest.