Jaded (Rock Star Trilogy) - By Mercy Amare Page 0,31

a sister to me... She is my sister. And I can't help but feel sad about the 19 years we lost.

On the plane ride home, I update her on my life in Hope, Florida.

“Stephan is... not my boyfriend... yet... I mean, we've only known each other a week, but he's definitely more than a friend,” and then I tell her all about him. Starting with the first time we hung out, the black eye, the racing, our first kiss. She laughs a lot at my stories.

Then, she tells me about her life.

She's only had one boyfriend. Martin Felix. They dated for two years. She wanted to take their relationship to the next level, but he was in Bible College, and he said that he wanted to wait until they were married. She found him two weeks ago having sex with her best friend and college roommate, Mia.

“He wanted to wait until we were married. I thought he was just being romantic,” she shook her head. “I was so stupid, Scar.”

“You're not stupid,” I disagree with her. “At least you didn't give yourself to that pathetic asshole.” In my head, I start going over all the ways I can get revenge on him for hurting my sister.

“And I never thought I would be the kind of girl to run from her problems. I skipped school for two weeks so I wouldn't have to be around Mia, and changed my number so neither of them could contact me,” she sighs. “I'm so weak. I should have stayed there and faced them.”

“You are not weak, Bridgett. You just trusted those who didn't deserve it.” I grab her hand and squeeze it. “You deserve better.”

“I'm so glad you found me.”

“Me too,” I agree.

1:55 pm

We found each other.

The first thing I do when the driver drives us home from the airport is email Stephan.

Can you come over around 3? I have a surprise for you!

- Scarlett

He replies within seconds.

Can't wait. I missed you <3

I can't help but smile... Stephan Montgomery missed me! I'm on cloud nine. Bridgett takes a shower in the guest bedroom, and I take a shower in mine. I get dressed in a sexy, super short, dark blue dress. I straighten my hair, and put on a pair of black pumps.

“Wow!” Bridgett says when she sees me. “You're definitely the hotter twin.”

I laugh, “Whatever! Go to my closet and pick out anything.”

“Seriously?” she looks excited at the thought of going through my closet.

The doorbell rings, and I nod my head. “Yes! Come down when you're done and you can meet Stephan!”

I race down the stairs and throw the door open. Stephan is standing on the other side, looking extremely sexy. He's wearing a tight pair of blue jeans, and a black polo shirt. Simple, but so hot on him.

His eyes look me up and down, and it's like he's eating me with his eyes. “Please tell me that you're my surprise. I'd love nothing more than to have my way with you right here, right now.”

Oh, wow. I just got turned on. Then, I remember Bridgett is upstairs, and could come down any minute. “No!” I scream. “Maybe later, but definitely not right now.”

He pouts a little. “I'm sad... So what is this surprise?”

“What would you say if I told you I have a twin?” I ask.

“I'd say that's super hot,” he says, grabbing me around my waist. “And that I hope you're the naughty one.”

I'm almost lost in the moment, when I hear Bridgett walking down the stairs.

I look at Bridgett. Her hair is up in a very neat bun, and she's wearing my most conservative outfit... A purple sundress that cuts off just above the knee.

I look at Stephan, who is looking back and forth between us, his mouth slightly open.

“Stephan, I'd like you to meet my twin sister, Bridgett Evans. Bridgett, this is my... um... my Stephan...” I say, unable to think of any other explanation.

She does a little curtsey, and I hold back a giggle. My twin sister is so prim and proper... So unlike me.

“Wow. You two look just alike, but I can already tell you are nothing alike.” Stephan turns to me. “Why didn't you tell me you had a twin?”

“Because I didn't know until early Saturday morning. I flew to her the second I found out.”

“This is incredible, Scarlett...” he continues to look between the two of us. “How did you figure it out?”

I don't know how to respond. I don't want him to know