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Disclaimer- I wish I owned PJO, but sadly, I don't…
Jason POV.
Hey, Jason Grace here.
Yes, I am the Jason Grace. International superstar, singer, and actor. I may be famous, but I have a different story than the others. Sure, I'm all over magazines and T.V. But my story is long, complicated, and very real. It all started in an airport bookstore.
I was at the JFK airport in Queens, New York. My hometown. Most stars live in Hollywood, but I but I only go there occasionally for photo shoots. In fact, that's where I had just come back from, and was just getting off the plane. We were walking to the baggage claim when I spotted a Bookstore, with magazines.
"Boomer, I'm going to stop in that bookstore quickly." I said.
"Alright, Jase. I'll call the limo guy and tell him to come a little later." said Boomer, my bodyguard.
We walked into the bookstore. I didn't need a book or anything. I liked to look at myself in the teen magazines. I don't know why, but I was on the cover in almost every magazine they had.
"Are you just going to look at yourself, or are you going to buy something?" said a voice behind me.
I turned around. There stood the most beautiful girl I had ever seen. She had choppy chocolate brown hair that flowed down her neck a little past her shoulders. She had kaleidoscope eyes and perfect, full lips. She was wearing a green tank top, a purple vest, white short-shorts, and black converse hi-tops.
"Are you done checking me out, because I asked you a question." said the girl.
A blush crept to my cheeks. "Excuse me, but I was not checking you out." I stated.
She smirked. "Really, because when a guy looks at a girl from head to toe and takes almost five minutes to do so, it means he's checking her out."
I looked at Boomer. "Was I checking her out?" I asked him.
He chuckled. "Yup. You looked like you were in dreamland."
The girl started laughing now. I glared at her. "Fine, I may have been checking you out. Are you happy?" I asked.
She grinned. "Well, most girls would die to have an international superstar be checking them out. However, the only thing I'd die for is for you to buy something or get out." She said.
"Well, I'll take this magazine then." I said, holding up one with my face plastered right in the center.
She raised an eyebrow. "What, you want to stare at yourself some more? A mirror is a lot cheaper than a bunch of magazines, you know." She said.
I couldn't really think of a comeback for that. She smiled triumphantly and rung me up at the register. Man, that girl was good. "Maybe I should get her number." I thought.
"Hey, do you have a number or something?" I asked casually. She glanced up at me
"Yes, I do." She said.
"Can I, um, have it?" I asked dumbly.
She scribbled something on a piece of paper. I grinned. This was too easy.
She opened my magazine and showed me a picture of Carly Rae Jepson. Then she handed me the paper.
"Here's my fake number, so call me maybe." She said as she gave me my magazine.
My smile faltered. "Damn." I thought. She escorted me out the door. When she was about to lock the place up, I stopped her.
"If you won't give me your real number, can you at least give me your name?" I asked, sounding more desperate than I meant to.
She sighed. "It's Piper. Piper McLean." She said, and then shut the door in my face.
"I don't think she was lying about her name." I told Boomer as we walked away. "I probably won't see her again though."
Little did I know that I would be seeing a lot more of Piper than I thought.
Okay, Chapter 1 is done. Whoa, I rhymed. Anyway, more chapters are soon to come.