By Katie baker

Chapter One

"Dad, Are you almost done? We've been here for three hours and you said we were only going to be here for fifteen minutes." Paige complained as her father was sitting in his office.

"I'm sorry Paige, I just need to give this finishing touches. I promise I will be done in fifteen minutes." Her dad promised.

She sighed. Here we go again.

Paige Lucas was your typical fifteen year old girl- sort of. Her parents got divorced about four years ago and it was personally difficult for her. The divorce was mostly because her parents just could not get along no matter how much they tried. Paige had shoulder length brown hair. She was somewhat tan, but not fully tan. Her eyes were a chocolaty brown and she had very dark eyelashes. At school, she was not one of the popular girls but she was not labeled a "loser". Paige had too many friends to count and a lot of boys liked her. But yet she didn't label herself popular.

"Why don't you go down and get a slushie or milkshake at 'Maria's Malt Shop' across the street?" Her father suggested while furiously typing away on his keyboard.

"Okay." She said emotionless. "Want anything?"

"No thanks Paige."

"Alright. Be right back."

Paige walked out of her father's office and headed downstairs. As she headed out she saw a sign "JUSTIN EVANS PERFORMING TONIGHT AT THE LOUIS THEATER. 7:00 PM ON SATURDAY 4/9 AND 4/11"

Justin Evans! What an inspiration! NOT. Why are girls obsessed with him? I mean he's just a human being. Paige made her way across the street to the malt shop. As she opened the door a bell rang, showing that a new customer has arrived. Inside the malt shop there was a big crowd of girls ranging the ages of six to about eighteen. They were all either wearing Justin Evans tee shirts or talking about him. He was the talk of the malt shop.

"Oh my gosh! What if I see him on the streets?" One girl about thirteen gushed.

"Doubt it. Why would he be on the streets?" Her friend answered.

"I love him so much! We're going to get married. Like no joke. He is going to see me tonight and want to date me. That's what is going to happen." Another girl fantasized.

Clearly that isn't going to happen. Who do these girls think they are? Its not like Justin even cares about his fans. Paige thought silently.

"Can I help you?" The malt guy asked.

"Oh. Yeah! Can I have a small vanilla milkshake?" Paige answered.

"Yup." The malt guy pressed buttons on the cash register. "Three fifty."

Paige handed him five dollars. "You can keep the change."

The boy grinned. "Thanks. I'll treasure that one dollar and fifty cents for the rest of my life." Paige couldn't tell if he was joking or he was being a little jerk.

"You do that."

He handed Paige her vanilla malt.

"Thanks." She smiled.

"Have a good day!" He smiled back

If only they meant it.

Paige put her red sunglasses on and walked out of the malt shop. Out of nowhere she tripped and fell.

"Ouch." She said in pain.

"That didn't look so good. Let me help you up." A somewhat deep voice insisted.
"Thanks." Paige looked down in embarrassment. "I didn't notice that step there."

"Its okay. I mean I probably would've done the same thing."

She giggled then finally looked up.

He stared right into her sunglasses.

Paige took her sunglasses off.

"Have we met before?" He asked. The boy had brown hair swaying to the right, which was considered

'Bucket flow'. His eyes were light brown. The boy's teeth were pearly white and straight. He was perfect.

"I…I don't think so. I would've remembered." Paige answered. It was like no one else was in the room. It was only her and him.

"What's your name?" He asked.

"Paige. Paige Lucas. What's yours?"

The boy looked shocked. "You don't know who I am?"

"No? I don't."

"Oh." The boy was still surprised. "My name is Justin, Justin Evans."

Paige looked shocked. "Oh my gosh!"

He looked disappointed, waiting for her to flip out like his other crazy fans.

"I am so sorry! I guess I'm a little bit out of it because of my fall."

His frown faded. "What?"

"What?" Paige was now very confused.

"You're… you're not going to ask me for an autograph? Or a picture? Or have me sing you a song?"

"Um, no? I figured you get enough of that everyday." She giggled.

He smiled.

"You're the first girl in a long time that I had to formally introduce myself to." He paused. "That's great."

She smiled.

"Justin, we have to go. You have to get rest before your concert." A big man informed Justin.

He frowned. "Please? Can you wait? I just met the girl of my dreams."

His bodyguard smirked. Typical Justin Evans flirting.

"You can go. I have to get back to my dad's office anyway."

"Will I ever see you again?"

"I have to go."

"Please. Let me see you again. Meet me here tomorrow at 3:00."

"Fine. I'll see you then." Paige tried to avoid smiling.

"Until then." Justin grabbed her hand. "Have a good day Paige Lucas."

Justin let go of her hand.

Him and his bodyguard walked off. Turning their swag on and talking, flipping their hair as they go. Paige blinked repeatedly hoping that she wasn't dreaming. Was she really going on a date with Justin Evans?

"Paige! What took you so long? You said you would be right back!" Her dad mimicked her.

"Sorry dad, I fell. But no worries! I got up." She blushed a little bit.

"Well I'm glad your up, but we need to hurry up and get to your mom's house so she doesn't cut my head off."

"Oh gosh I forgot! We're going to New York tomorrow!"

"Yeah, you're meeting with Ms. Lopez."

"NO NO NO NO NO NO NO NO! I have plans tomorrow! Can I come back tomorrow?" Paige begged to her father.

"Well, it wouldn't hurt to call your mother."

Paige whipped out her cell phone and walked outside of her dad's office.




"Are you on your way? We have to pick out your outfit tomorrow."

"Um. Well about that. What time will we be home tomorrow?"

"I'm hoping for four thirty since I have to work."

"Okay. Well could I go to dad's after?"

"But I have you for the whole weekend."

"Please? I have to meet uh. Kailyn for a project at the malt shop. And its not walking distance from your house."

"I'll see you soon, Paige." Her mother said without responding.

Great. How am I supposed to meet Justin at the malt shop if I can't even get there?

Will Paige find a way to see Justin? Will she sabotage her future career just so she can see him?