Zoë's POV

"Zoë?"

I turned irritably and paused the rerun of The Karate Kid I'd been watching? "What's it, Luke?"

"I...want to ask you something?" he said uncertainly.

"Yeah?" I rolled my eyes.

"Do you...y'know, like Sammy?"

I stared at him. The Karate Kid could wait. My brother, the geek, the bookworm, the nerd, interested in my love life?

"Why d'you ask?" I raised an eyebrow.

"Just answer the question, Zoë." Luke quickly glanced at Silena nervously to make sure she wasn't listening.

"He's kinda cute, I guess." I tried to sound casual and relaxed. Truth be told, Sammy Zhang was a lot cuter than what I told my brother.

And funny, too. At least, he used to be before he grew all shy and stuff with me. Sure, he was a year younger, but that's not a really big age gap, is it?

I hoped I wasn't blushing as I said that. Gods, I swear if Luke knows I like Sammy Zhang, he'd tease me for eternity.

"Okay." Luke nodded seriously. "Well, do you like him or just like him?"

"Nome of your beeswax!" I snapped at him.

Oh gods, of course I had to blush now.

"You like like him." Luke said quietly. When I didn't reply, he nodded sadly. "Okay, then."

With that, he walked away.

What the heck?

Sammy's POV

Do I do it? Do I?

I stared anxiously at my phone. A tiny electronic rectangle, yet it was gonna make the biggest decision of my life.

Ugh, Sammy! Just do it! It's no big deal!

"You're looking weird, Sammy." Emily walked into the room, giving me a look. As my sister, she could always tell something was up. "Why're you---ooh! I know! You're gonna ask Zoë out on a date, aren't ya?"

"Shut up, Em!" I went red. Emily laughed.

"But you can't do it, can you? Samuel's a scaredy-cat! Samuel's a scaredy-cat!"

With that, she stuck her tongue out at me. Before I could use the Mist to drive her crazy, she transformed into a leopard, cowered mockingly, and leapt away.

"Fine, okay? Fine! I'm gonna do it!" I shouted. Taking a deep breath, I dialed Zoë's phone number.

She picked up on the second ring. "Hey, Zoë here. Sammy? That you?"

"Um, yeah. Hi Zoë." I could tell my voice was shaking. "I uh, I'm like, free right down. So...y'know, you wanna get a coffee or something?"

"Is this a date?" Her beautiful voice was teasing. I blushed even deeper, glad she couldn't see me.

"I guess you can call it that, if you want." I tried to sound casual. "Ooh! Zoë, do you...like me? You want a date with me, don't you!?"

"Shut up, Samuel Zhang!" she practically roared over the phone.

I smiled. "So...meet me at the café next to your house or something? You coming?"

"Fine." she mumbled after a moment's silence. "But I'm just coming to shut you up, okay?"

"Sure." I grinned and winked though she couldn't see me and hung up.

Yes! I had successfully asked Zoë Sally Jackson out!

Jasper's POV

AN: Warning,all Jasper's POVs might get a little suggestive?

"You're lucky your parents and sister are out." I grunted, pulling on my boxers.

"Very lucky." The girl...Lindsay? Linda? purred. "So...see you tomorrow, Jasper? Seeing as we're girlfriend and boyfriend now?"

"Oh, I don't think so." I said smugly, not looking back as I threw on the rest of my clothes. "You know I don't do commitment. You should've know that before I fucked you."

"But I-" the girl started, hurt.

"I should leave before your family comes back." I said, throwing on my sneakers.

I jogged out the door and didn't look back.

It'd been like this for years, since I was a sophomore and now, nearing the end of my junior year. At the deepest darkest bottom of my heart, the only reason I fucked all these girls was to actually find someone who would stay with me for once.

But there was no luck. And so I have to keep trying, keep sleeping with girls.

The little sex session didn't give me a brief burst of satisfaction like always. In fact, somehow, as I jogged to nowhere, the only thought on my mind was that mysterious freshman girl.

Somehow, the fact that everyone's so eager to sleep with me made me even more determined to win that girl over. No one's ever denied me before.

Perhaps that was why, as I slowed to a walk at the park, why fate brought her here.

My heart gave a little leap at her presence. She was laughing with another girl who looked like her, only with pink highlighted hair instead of blue.

"Hey!" I called out as I jogged over to her.

"Oh, hi---" the girl began, then realized it was me. "Oh, it's you? Ugh! So what's the famous Jasper Grace doing at this lame-o park?"

"OMG! Jasper Grace?" the younger girl, who must be her sister, squealed. "I've heard so much about you from Connie!" At this she gestured wildly to her sister. Connie, huh. So now I finally knew her name.

"I'm Azalea Stoll," she continued, "and I'm a huge fan of yours! At least Connie is anyway---"

"Shut! Up! Azalea!" Connie growled. Then I noticed the blush on her cheeks.

"Ooh, so Miss Feisty's playing hard to get!" I winked at her, grinning.

"Don't listen to a word my sister here has to say!" Connie rolled her eyes. "She's only twelve, for gods' sake."

"Wait a sec..." I trailed off. "Your last name's Stoll? That means...the Stoll twins? Your dad's Travis Stoll, right? But how come I haven't seen you at camp?"

"Maybe you're just too ignorant, Playboy." she snapped. But now she actually looked like she was enjoying chatting with me! Score one for Jasper Grace!

AN: So...did anyone guess that it was Connie Stoll?