Jaded (Rock Star Trilogy) - By Mercy Amare Page 0,26
Ginny says. “But the girl wearing the bathing suit top, she doesn't care – guy or girl. She even hit on me once.”
“Can you say daddy issues?” Brit laughs.
I look at the girls. Despite the smiles on their faces, I can see pain in their eyes. I wonder what their story is. What makes the girls just give themselves to any and everybody that wants them?
And suddenly, I want to smack myself. Why am I listening to Brit and Ginny? They love to gossip, and I'm not even sure what to believe with the two of them.
Everybody starts cheering and I look to see Stephan and two of the other cars coming back around. The fourth car is a lagging behind. There is one other car slightly ahead of him, but somehow, right before the end, Stephan pulls ahead. As soon as the car stops, I run over to him. He opens the door, gets out, and then throws his arms around me.
“I won. You promised me a kiss,” he says, and before I even have time to respond, he closes the gap between us.
The moment his lips touch mine, I see fireworks. (Trust me, I know that sounds cheesy!) It's like his kiss, his touch... it's what I've been missing my whole life. This kiss... it's what a kiss is supposed to feel like.
He massages my tongue with his, and I can't help but moan with pleasure. He even tastes good. I push him against his car and get as close to him as I can. Every inch of our bodies are literally touching.
I forget that we are on a very crowded street. But then I hear people whistling and yelling at us, and we both pull back.
Stephan is breathing just as heavy as me.
“Wow,” he says.
Yeah, wow.
Best. Kiss. Ever.
Just then, I hear sirens.
“Get in!” Stephan yells at me.
And just like that, our magical moment is over. All the cars that were once lining the street are all taking off in different directions. We both jump in the car, and take off.
“That was awesome!” I say, as we speed away.
“And I won a lot of money.”
“Really?” I look at him questioningly. “You bet on the races?”
He nods. “Yep. You have to pay two thousand dollars to even race.”
“Wait, how do you have two thousand dollars? Do you have a job?” I wonder.
“No. When I turned 18, I got access to half of my trust fund.”
“So you are using your trust fund money to gamble?” I'm kind of in shock. Stephan seems like a smart, level headed guy, and what he's doing is very reckless.
He shrugs. “I haven't lost a race. In fact, I've won over 100 thousand dollars.”
“How do kids in Hope, Florida have that kind of money?” I ask.
“I don't just race here. I went to Miami a few times and raced. The pay out there is higher,” he explains. “And really, it's not even a big deal. I have a large trust fund, and losing a few thousand dollars isn't going to make a dent.”
“Still, Stephan, it's dangerous.” But fun, I add silently.
“Maybe I like danger,” he is joking, I think, but then his voice get's very serious. “You know how you feel when you're on stage performing?”
I nod. Suddenly, I am missing the spotlight. I haven't performed in a few weeks, and I miss it.
“Well, that is how I feel when I race. It's like my heart beats fast and slow at the same time. My adrenaline is high, and I feel in control. It's the one thing in life that I control, and it feels amazing.”
When he puts it like that, it makes me want to get in on the action. “Maybe I can race next weekend.”
“Can't do,” he smiles. “Next weekend, we are going to go to the races in Miami.”
“We?”
“We, as in you and me.”
I like this idea. “That sounds awesome.” But then I remember... “No, I can't. Alec is coming. He's bringing me my car.”
“So we will bring him, too,” he suggests.
“Alec will love it.”
I get home around 3am, and I go straight to bed. I have to get up early to meet with Andrew Davis in the morning, and I'm already dreading it. It's going to be a long day.
Saturday, September 12
Way too early AM
Picture of me.
I woke up to the sound of my phone ringing, and instead of hitting ignore and going back to sleep like I want to, I answer it. It's Andrew Davis, my P.I.
“Hello,” I say, trying