Stars - ON HOLD -

Chapter 2. Never Judge a Book by its Cover.

(A/n - Skai's outfit ^^^^^^^^^^)

I unlock my door and enter my house, dumping my bag at the foot of the stairs. I go upstairs and turn on my iPod, then wait for it to connect to my speaker. I like all types of music, from Bon Jovi to Five Seconds Of Summer, but my current favourite song is 7 years by Lukas Graham. I place my phone face down on my bedside locker, then make my king sized bed. It is one of my favourite places in the world; fluffy pillows, mountans of cushions and my favourite fluffy quilt on top. I turn on my laptop and log on, waiting for Facebook to load. I scroll through my feed, mostly junk, with one status update from my friend in Canada, Emily.

After a while a friend request pops up.

Jordan Smythe ||Accept|| ||Delete Request||

I hesistate. Why did he send me a friend request already? I mean, we just met today.... I click accept. What harm can it do??

I scroll through for a little longer, then shut the lid of my laptop and stand up. I head downstairs and go into the kitchen, making a beeline for the fridge. I grab the carton of strawberries, empty a few in a bowl, throw in a few grapes and blueberries and bury it in squirty cream. I reach up for the jar of nutella on the top shelf of the cupboard, then place everything along with a spoon on the table. I pick up my bag from by the front door, and head back into the kitchen, sit at the table. I take my books out.

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By the time I look up, it's eight o'clock and I'm starving. I order a pizza and twenty minutes later, the doorbell rings. I answer it without looking up, holding out fifteen dollars. "Keep the change," I mutter under my breath without looking up.
"Well well well," a familiar voice says. I look up.
"Jordan!" I gasp.
"The one and only," he says with a smile. "Hey, you wanna go to a party? You were my last delivery of the night..."
"Ummm..." I say with a frown, unsure.

"Great, go get ready! I'll be back in about a half hour, okay?" He winks and steps back.

"Um, okay...?" I say. Jordan smiles and leaves. I shut the door behind him.

I stand in the hall, deliberating. Great, I think to myself. Now I've agreed to go to a strangers party, with a person I barely know, at a location I have no idea of. Nice going, Skai.

I sigh and place the pizza on the table by the front door. "Looks like I'll have to eat you later," I say aloud. God, talking to a pizza? This is a new level of insanity.

I head upstairs to get changed. I put on a mint green tank top, high waisted black skinny jeans, strappy mint green heels, and a black leather jacket. I apply concealer, mascara, lipgloss and blush to my face. I don't overdo it as makeup was initially intended to accentuate the features, not cover them. Then I straighten my hair.

The doorbell rings. I grab my phone, put on my glasses, head downstairs and open the door to see a grinning Jordan. His jaw drops when he sees me. His eyes rake over my body, and I find myself blushing. Dear God, I hope he doesn't notice.

"Hey beautiful," he says. I blush a deeper shade of red, and he seems to notice as his grin gets wider.

"Thanks, and hey," I say shyly in reply.

"Don't thank me gorgeous," Jordan says with a wink, "it's not a compliment if I'm telling the truth."

I stay quiet as I don't know how to respond to that.

"Let's go then, princess. Your carriage awaits!"

I grab my keys, lock my door and step into the cool night. Jordan takes my hand and my stomach fills with butterflies. He leads me over to the "carriage". It's a gleaming black motorcycle.

"Aww, not scared, are you, sweetheart?" he taunts, one eyebrow raised and a smirk on his face.

Now, I may be a nerd, but I'm not a stereotypical one. I mean, I do my work, I try to get high scores in tests, etc. But I have a passion for scary movies, creepy stories, and, oh yeah, motorbikes.

But of course, Jordan, dear sweet innocent Jordan doesn't know this. So I pretend.

"Umm," I say, my eyes wide and fear showing in my voice. "Yes, I'm deathly scared of those things!"

"Poor princess. Oh well, it's this or nothing." He says. I sigh and swing my leg over the back.

"Hold on tight," he whispers in my ear, sending shivers down my spine. He revs the engine and zooms down my drive, with me on the back, pretending to be afraid. My tight clutch around his waist loosens and I carefully stand up, holding onto his shoulders, my hair flying out behind me. I lean forward and whisper sarcastically into his ear. "Oh Jordan, I'm definitely so so so afraid!"

Soon we arrive at the party. I swing my leg off the bike first, followed by Jordan. As I fix my hair, he walks up to me, his face gobsmacked. I grin.

"But I thought - didn't you say? - I just - what?" he stammers.

"Oh sweetheart," I mock him, " never judge a book by its cover."