Mistletoe (kidnapped sequel.)

Last day of school...

"Star! You have to get up!" Marco yelled walking into Star's room. He dropped a piece of paper into her waste paper bin as he walked over to her bed. "Star! Come on! It's the last day of school then you get two weeks vacation over Christmas."
"But Marco! I'm tired!" She moaned pushing her face into her pillow.
"We probably won't even do any work today, just watch Christmas movies and listen to how the Santa at the mall that miss skullnick dated 'left her at the dock'."
"But it's cold outside."
"It's really not."
Star sat up and rubbed her eyes.
"Marco? Why is my waste paper bin on fire?"
"What?" Marco turned to see that Stars waste paper bin was in fact on fire.
"Did you put something in there?"
"Only a letter."
"From who?"
"I don't know, it just said Marco in calligraphy, and I don't know anyone who's handwriting is that neat so I just got rid of it."
"What colour ink was it written in?"
"I don't know. Purple?"
A smile spread across Stars face and she tried to jump out of bed which ended in her landing on top of Marco in a heap on the floor. Then she went over to her desk where she had a bottle of water and dumped it into her waste paper bin. Reaching down into the soggy bits of paper she pulled out the letter and began to read it.
"Dear Marco,
You are invited to come to a small celebration of 'Christmas' today at my house. You are welcome to bring Star. If you want to come please inform me Via Star's magic mirror. I hope you can make it..."
"Well who's it from?"
"If I tell you you won't want to go."
"Star."
"Fine, it's um. Well it's from...Tom."
"No."
"Why not."
"One I've already been with that guy more than enough over the past few months,"
"But Marco! We're his only friends!"
"I am not that guys friend, I hate that guy. So do you, right?"
"I wouldn't say hate..."
"Star. If you say that you still have feelings for him then I will slap you."
"I don't have feelings for Tom...do you?"
"What?"
"What?"
"What?"
"Nothing."
"Star we have to go to school anyway."
"But he shouldn't be lonely at Christmas."
"It's not Christmas yet and he has like 5 servants. I think he's good. Now I'm going to go shower, I'd get ready for school if I were you."
"Fine, but I'm coming. I need to brush my hair."