Jaded (Rock Star Trilogy) - By Mercy Amare Page 0,34
group.”
“I understand. The offer is good for anytime.”
She turns to walk away, but I stop her. “Hey, so what's the deal with you and Stephan?”
She clears her throat. “It's personal, and it's not something I like to talk about.” She quickly changes the subject. “By the way, I'm having a party tonight. You are welcome to come.”
I want to say no fucking way, but once again I think of Ethan. What does he see in this girl? “What kind of party?”
“Just a small gathering. I'm having a bonfire on the beach, a few beers, and just chilling. It would be a great way for you to meet people. Bring Ethan.”
“I think I will.”
She walks away, and I pull out my phone to text Bridgett. I figure since she's my sister she should have my phone number.
Scarlett: Hey Bridge, it's Scar. Don't worry, it's lunch! I don't have my phone out in class. Just wanted to check on you :)
She responds immediately.
Bridgett: Glad you're following rules. I'm great, just chilling by the pool and reading a book.
Scarlett: How do you feel about going to a high school party? I've never been to one, and it sounds fun.
Bridgett: I guess it will be a first for both of us then. Can't wait.
I feel a tap on my shoulder, and jump. I look up at Ethan. “You scared me!”
“Sorry. I was just wondering if you were up for tutoring tonight?”
I shake my head. “Actually, I'm going to hold up my end of the bargain tonight. We are going to Mona's party tonight.”
He looks shocked. “Seriously?”
“Yes.”
He smiles, like a huge smile. In fact, I don't think I've ever seen him so happy. “I seriously LOVE you right now!”
I wave him off. “It was nothing. But keep Tuesday night open! I have a math quiz on Wednesday, and you owe me an A.”
2:59 pm
Teenage soap opera.
“I'm NOT going,” Stephan tells me on the drive home. “I hate that bitch, and I'm most definitely not going to be spending time with her at her home. Besides, I'm pretty sure I wasn't invited.”
“I was invited, and I invited you. So technically, you are invited.”
“Still, not going.”
I roll my eyes. “Well, I have to go. And I really want you to come.”
“You don't have to do anything,” he counters.
“Yes, I do! Ethan and me made a deal. Tutoring, in exchange for hooking him up with Mona. He get's the girl, and I graduate high school. I need this. And I understand if you don't want to come, but I would appreciate it if you did.”
He sighs, and I can tell he's caving. “Fine. But I'm not into drama. I'm not sticking around if tonight turns into a teenage soap opera.”
“I agree to your terms.”
“Why didn't you tell me about your arrangement with Ethan before?” he asks. “I kind of thought you two had a thing for each other. You know, with him being god like and all.”
“The more I get to know Ethan, the less he looks like Thor. It was the blue eyes...”
“And his blue eyes don't affect you anymore?”
I shake my head. “No way. Blue eyes are overrated. Besides, I'm kind of into this green eyed boy.”
“I don't think blue eyes are overrated,” he disagrees. “I find myself lost in your baby blues way too often.”
“Cheesy pick up lines don't work on me.”
“It wasn't a line.”
Damn. I am in over my head.
7:55 pm
I've heard enough Taylor Swift songs to know that heartbreak sucks.
The party starts at 8 o'clock, and Ethan is wanting to leave. In fact, he's pacing in my living room, waiting for me to finish getting ready.
“Party rule number one, nobody is ever on time,” I tell him as I walk down the stairs. “Chill, Ethan.”
Stephan is waiting for me at the end of the stairs. He puts his arms around me, and kisses my lips hard. “You look... incredibly hot.”
Tonight, I'm wearing a pair of designer jeans, yellow pumps, and a yellow tank top. It's tight, and shows off my curves. I already have the reaction out of Stephan that I was hoping for.
His hands travel south, and he cups my ass. I pull his hands back up to my waist, and give him a stern look.
“If you two are done raping each other, I'd like to go,” Ethan says, reminding me that there are other people in the room.
“I am going to need an eye transplant after that,” Bridgett tells Ethan, and they both laugh.
“It's not my fault your stepbrother can't keep