Jordan's point of view

When I was getting dressed for school, I took in mind that maybe I should try to wear skirts more often. So, I pulled on a pair of black thigh high socks, my plaid skirt, a white sleeveless button up shirt, and then my leather jacket.

I hummed as I pulled on my combat boots and then laced them up. I stood up and went to my mirror. I brushed my hair and then noticed something was missing. I pulled on a few silver necklaces and my black earrings.

"It's time to go." I heard Michael tell me and I grabbed my backpack. I slung it over my shoulder and stuffed my phone in my jacket pocket.

"Can I borrow a tie again?" I asked and he nodded. He left and soon came back. I put it on but left it loose around my neck, lazily if you will.

"Time to go." He repeated and I nodded as I followed him out. I ignored the stares the boys gave me and the stern look Ashton shot me.

"Go change." He said bluntly and I shook my head. "That skirt is too short. At least put on leggings under it, not just those socks." He told me and I shook my head. "Jordan, now."

"I'm going to be late if I do, sorry." I said and ran off to the car. Little did he know I had a pair of shorts in my backpack for PE today, so I wasn't going to be in this all day.

-

"Wow Jordan," Christian said as he eyed my outfit. I had unbottoned the top two buttons and loosened the tie even more after we finished our first period. "Do you know how jealous guys are that you get to hang with us?"

"Do you know how jealous girls are because I get to hang with you?" I asked and they nodded. "There's your answer." I said and they laughed.

"Do you think the principal will get you in trouble for dressing like that? I mean, it's not too revealing but like, the skirt is way higher than dress code." Taylor said and I shrugged.

"I have these underneath, so I think I'm good." I said and they nodded. "Now, let's get to our class. I heard we have a group project today and we get to choose our groups." I told them and they nodded.

We walked into Mr. King's class again and he had a bunch of different papers in his hands. We took our seats and he cleared his throat after everyone was sitting down.

"Okay class, we have a group project to do." He said and we cheered. I high fived Taylor and he chuckled. "We all know you all have some favorite celebrity and this is the time to show it to the whole class."

"I want you to create an intetview with them, not with a real them of course. You will come up with about fifteen questions and have your group mates pretend to be them." The teacher continued.

"These papers will give you all of the information and I will not assign your groups. I have a few students picked as team leaders and they will choose their own groups." Mr. King said and then I was called up.

I walked up and gave the three boys a look. They all smiled and I called them all, one by one. However, I had to choose another boy because it was groups of five. There were six team leaders and we each had to have a group of five since there was thirty kids in this class.

I pointed at a guy with dyed hair and smiled. He smiled back and looked kind of relieved. He probably didn't want to get one of the girly-girls as a leader or rude as hell boys.

"Get in your groups and start deciding on who you will be doing. There will not be two of the same celebrity, so as soon as this timer goes off, you will have to give me your celebrity in hopes it is not taken. If it is, you will need to find someone else." The teacher said and then set his timer. "Get in your groups."

I gathered my group and then Timothy smiled. "We should do the boys since you live with them Jordan. We can ask them eevrything so all the information is correct." He told me and I nodded.

"I'm Jordan, this is Timothy, that is Taylor, and he is Christian. What's your name?" I asked the boy with bright red hair. He smiled and I just noticed how much he looks like Michael.

"James." He answered and I nodded. "What celebrity are we doing? I don't know who the boys are." He told me and I laughed.

"Her dad is in a band and we can use them. It's perfect." Taylor said and I agreed. "Go up there, timer is about to ring." He rushed me and I nodded. Right as I stood up the timer rang and I swear, it was like the Hunger Games at that moment.

I went up to the teacher and told him our choice and he nodded, saying we got it. I cheered and then so did the guys. "How are we going to get the information?" James asked as he ran a hand through his hair.

"If you guys can come over to my house, we can work everything out." I said with a shrug as I read the paper that has all the things we need to do on it.

"We have to dress up as them? Really?" Christain groaned. "This sucks." He said and I laughed. "Since we're the only guys, and the band is full of guys, were basically doomed to be the band tributes."

"I can come by after school today for the project." James told me and I nodded. "What's your number? You can text me the address later."

Christian gave him my number and I laughed. "I have yet to memorize my own number and I've had it for a few weeks, but Chrisy here kew it for a few days and he memorized it. Is that sad for me or for him?" I asked and they all shrugged.

"Both." James said and I laughed. "Wait, I still don't know what band this is. Her dad and the boys aren't really good enough details." He said.

"5 Seconds of Summer," I said and he nodded. "Heard of them?" I asked as I cocked my head a bit to the side.

"Yeah, they're cool. I was told I look like one of them before." James said and I nodded. "Do I?"

"You'd make a perfect Michael." I told him and he nodded laughing. "Wouldn't he guys? He even has the brightly dyed hair." I told them and they agreed.

"I can make it to your house today. I think we all can." Taylor said and looked at the other two boys. "You guys can right?" They nodded and he smiled.

"I'll call... Michael later and see if I can, I'll just text him now to have a general idea though. I probably will be able to." I said and looked around. I pulled my phone out and then texted him quickly if I could.

I was still angry at him, all of them, but I can't let my personal issues get in the way of my schoolwork.

I put it away and then looked up. "Talk show? As in like Ellen?" Timothy asked and I nodded. "You're gonna be Ellen." He laughed out and I shook my head.

"I'm gonna be a punk rock interviewer. Leather and ties." I told him and he nodded as they chuckled at me. "Okay, so questions? What will we be asking them?" I asked.

"We can ask about their music and their lives a bit." James pitched. "Ask about tour and their career. Something simple that we can get into detail with."

"You guys will need to remember all of that then. I'm the only one who can have index cards because I am the interviewer." I told them and they nodded.

The bell rang and I stood up, grabbing my pen. "Meet me after school at the gates?" I asked them and they nodded. We stepped out of the classroom and then stood by, talking away the passing period.

-

As I walked to the gates with the guys, my phone rang and I picked it up. "Hello?" I asked, hoping it was Michael. I didn't check the caller ID before I picked it up.

"What project and who do you need to bring over?" I heard Michael asked and I let out a breath of relief. I was still upset at them all, mostly Ashton, so I guess I was glad it was Michael calling.

I started explaining the whole project while we waited for James to come out. I soon saw him and then handed my phone to Timothy. "Hey!" I shouted and ran over as Timothy talked to Michael.

"Leave him alone!" I said and grabbed the red haired boy. "What's wrong with you?" I asked the boy who had just pushed James agaisnt the wall roughly and then proceed to call him names.

"Aww, having the new girl stick up for you? So pathetic." The boy taunted. "What are you going to do princess? Slap me?"

"Jordan, hey! Let's go." I heard Timothy yell. "Michael is here!" He shouted and James tugged on my shirt. I broke the glaring contest, I had with the boy and pointed at him.

"Leave my friends alone. If you don't, this boot, is going up your ass." I said, though I normally don't swear. It wasn't my thing. However when I get angry enough, I let a few slip last.

I turned around and walked with James to the group of boys. "He said we could come over and he's literally, right across the street from us." Timothy told me as he handed me my phone back. I put it in my pocket and then nodded.

"Hi ho, hi ho, it's off to the creepy, kidnapping car we go." I said and they laughed as I skipped across the street and to the large black car. The followed my lead and I could see Michael shaking his head at us, amused or embarrassed. Or both.

I got in the car and soon, the guys got in aswell. "So my little 5sos wannabes, what was that I just saw?" Michael asked and I laughed. "We do not skip. We strut." He said and I laughed.

"Oops, sorry. We just copied miss Jordan over here." Timothy said and threw his arm over my shoulder. "Didn't want her to feel embarrassed for being the only one skipping like a little girl."

"You know you liked skipping Timmy, after all, that's all you used to do." Christian said and I laughed as the car started. "You'd skip everywhere."

"Your parents are okay with this right? I'm not going to jail for kidnapping am I?" Michael asked and I rolled my eyes. "It wouldn't look good on my reputation and career."

Neither would using a little girl for good publicity but that didn't seem to bother you before, did it?

"We all texted them after school, we're good." James said and Michael nodded. "I just have to be home by eight." He said and the other agreed, saying they needed to be home by around that time.

"Sounds like a plan." Michael said and then drive off. "Wait, why is this even a project? What's so academic about it?" He asked.

"Mr. King told us its practice for future years and college. To gather information about a person and turn it into an essay, however, instead of a boring essay, it's a talk show. Much like Ellen and Oprah." Taylor explained and he nodded.

"Got it." Michael said and I saw him glare at Timothy's arm, that was over my shoulder, through the rear view mirror. Timothy removed it awkwardly and I chuckled.

"Turn the radio on please." I told Michel and he did. Soon, Nickelback was playing and I looked at Timothy. We shared a look and then he yelled with me as the others laughed.

"I wanna be a rockstar!"