Was I surprised that tool Weston clutched on my wrist like a drowning man to a life boat till he made me stay as dance partners for Tap the Mat? No, I was not. I was used to his persistent, annoying the shit out of me behaviour.

So here I was after glaring at him, pinching him, nudging him with my elbow and defeated, paired up with Weston himself. Naturally all the girls who fancied him were either cursing me or shooting me death daggers with the Kohl rimmed eyes.

It was already three in the morning and yet all were here, thanks to some celebrity

Some drunks were still playing their own game, yelling, shoving and joking. From my group only people missing were Mica and Rebecca, rest all of them were here true to their word sticking. Some with strict curfews left. But most people were audience now , since the girls were busy admiring Weston. So there were in total twenty couples for the game.

"I will kill you later Hamilton." I whispered furiously next to him.

He just chuckled, giving smiles to all his fans.

"I thought you are a mega music star and should be busy with some recording or interview." I grumbled annoyed.

"I am, Stuart, I am very busy but it is all about priorities." He said thoughtfully looking at me now.

"And your priority is playing with bunch of school seniors?" I asked seriously confused now.

He shook his head lightly and smirked at me.

"What?" I asked offended at his mocking smile.

" Why do you think that you do not deserve to be appreciated?" He asked with a new softness in his eyes.

The question made me speechless. I actually felt that I was below average person in my super talented family. I wasn't even the cliché nerd sister of super model Leah, I was barely passing my classes. I was not Jackson as far as dance was concerned and lyrics I wrote were not even good enough for me to give to it father.

It's not like I didn't want to be appreciated, but I didn't have any such quality.

"What made you think so?" I asked frowning at him.

"Just a lucky guess."

And before he could trouble me anymore the game started.

The music played, some loud wild Weston song I have never heard before and I groan as my usual response.

"You really do hate my music." He said amused swaying with the beat.

"Did I ever tell you otherwise?" I retort maintaining safe distance from the hot celeb.

Yeah, so he was hot, I cannot deny that.

He just looked thoroughly amused.

It was getting uncomfortable with me dancing just looking at my shoes because I can't just dance on a mat , in close proximity with Weston and look straight at his face. But I was even more conscious because I could feel his gaze on me. What the hell was he looking at?

The song stopped and for now I just wanted the game to end and wasn't even bothered who was winning or losing or whatever. Weston was probably the first guy that made me uncomfortable, who rattled me, said right things to get on my nerves and tested my boundaries.

We folded the mat into half and stepped on it, this time the distance between us decreasing. He kept his hands to himself but I could feel his breath on my face and it made me feel warm down to pit of my stomach.

I couldn't even hear the damn song now as couples around me danced, but I stared at my shoes which I memorized line by line, colour by colour.

Suddenly his finger touched the tip of my chin and lifted my face up. I gulped and looked at his doe brown eyes. Ah! He was born to be a celebrity with those looks.

"What?" I tried to ask with anger but it came out too weakly.

"You are burning holes in your shoes Stuart, with all that staring." He teased lightly.

I chuckled at his lame joke.

"Look at you worrying about my shoes. Almost a nice emotion Hamilton." I grinned at him.

"So did you hear my old songs?" He asked with another question in his eyes.

He wanted me to improve my opinion about him.

Why was this so important? Was this because my dad owned a superb music label?

"Nope didn't find time because of all the practice and game night." I gave him an apologetic smile.

"No worries, you can hear it later. For now think about winning or you will be giving me a private performance." He wriggled his eyebrow.

I laughed at his weirdness, "Dream on, I am not doing that, whether we win or lose."

"Trust me you will. It is a matter of honour of words." He said in a fake authorative voice.

"Yeah, sure and we are living in nineteenth century." I told him smiling all this while.

And it was much better than looking at my shoes, talking with him that is.

"And you show me the song, you haven't even shown your manager or composer group? What if I leak it online?" I teased him.

"Atleast then people will hear it. Else it will never see the light of day." He said with a dry humourless laugh.

There was evident hurt in his words.

"Why not?" I asked really surprised.

"Because I will not give it to them." He said rather flatly which is unlike his flirty, ever smiling nature.

Did he not like his job, all the love he gets?

Who are you Weston Marc Hamilton?

Song stopped and now the mat was a mere square.

"Okay Hamilton, let's win this thing." I said and with all my courage, I encircled my arms around his neck pulling him really closer.

I am sure girls must be dying and fuming and what not, but I don't give a shit.

Weston was surprised by my action and he looked at me with arched eyebrows but thankfully didn't resort to leg pulling. After recovering from shock, his hands looped around by waist, pulling me really close that we were colliding.

I am prêt-ty sure I was blushing some dark shade of red.

"Okay, you have the power to uplift my mood." He commented giving me his annoying but sexy smirk.

"How is that, highness?" I ask him not sure meaning behind his words.

"Because atleast now I know that you might hate me for music, for my nature but you definetly don't hate my looks." He said with cockiness.

I scoff at his words which were not false at all.

"Please, get over yourself Hamilton." I said rolling my eyes at him.

"Then what is the blush for?" He asked arrogantly continuing with smirking.

His flirting was really unnerving, even for me. I don't usually have boys pining for me and now this playboy hot celeb was here, making me blush.

So wrong Stuart...what..I just called myself what he calls me. Shit, get a grip.

"I am feeling hot, that's all." I defended myself.

"Uh-huh, sure you are. Every girl feels hot in my presence." His light touch on my waist causing some kind of chemical reaction.

The song stopped, after a long time to see who falls till there were only three couples left.

And Leah and Andre were one of them. I saw her grinning at me and then she winked a suggestive wink. Damn, my sister was getting wrong ideas here and then so did the whole school.

I get it now, Weston was trying to get me killed by his fan girls, smart move I must say.

As the mat folded to a real tiny piece, this time I was flustered and probably tomato red.

But before I had an opportunity to speak up, Weston went ahead and lifted me up in his arms. I yelped a little, hit on his chest and arm but he just kept chuckling.

"Put me down you jerk-head." I whispered angrily.

"No way, you said you wanted to win. I am helping you Stuart." He answered laughing all this while.

This time a song played, Little Hearts, It took me a while to realise but I finally did recognise, it was Weston's voice. It was beautiful, yes and this was coming from me, the anti-fan.

I arched my eye brows at him , now in his arms bridal style. He gave me loop side grin confirming that this was indeed one of his old songs. The lyrics were absolutely heart touching and for the first time I realise his voice was more than good, it was phenomenal, it was ...what was the word...magical.

"This is actually bearable Hamilton." I said with a grin of my own now.

His smiled, a new smile I have never seen on his face, a smile that adorned those brown eyes and lit up his whole face like me little praise was the best thing in the world.

"I told you. It looks like you love me now." He said with a sly smile.

"Yeah, sure as much as I love any reptile." I answered letting him know my distaste for him and reptiles.

"I take it you hate reptiles?" He asked grinning.

I was too close to his face, close enough to notice his slight subtle, to smell his cologne, to make my heart flutter in my chest like crazy.

"Atleast you know I still hate you." I said lamely, almost sounding breathless.

"Not for long Stuart , not for long. Even when you heard my best songs, you still don't go glassy eyed."He said the words like he was talking to himself, but all this while his eyes just stared into my blue ones.

I am pretty sure I forgot how to breathe.

The song stopped , and then I noticed, we were the only one left standing.

He put me down with a smile but his hands brushed lightly on my back before letting me go, my breathing hitched in my throat.

So yeah we won.

"This will be our Song stuart." He said with a wink.

"We don't need a song Hamilton." I answer with sass but it was weak.

I knew why he was here for the petty game night, he was here to get in my head and probably shake my heart....but the worst thing....he was somewhat successful, just somewhat.

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Someone is getting closer :)

Love you those who read...I am really excited to get this story done through nano.

Open to suggestions or things you might want see in book :)

And for awesome people who wants Weston's PoV. Once I get a peak point, you will see what the Modern Piper is thinking :)

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