Jaded (Rock Star Trilogy) - By Mercy Amare Page 0,4

I realize, he has a wonderful smile. Actually, he's kind of hot, even if he is a douchetard. He has bright, emerald green eyes, and jet black hair. It's just long enough to run my fingers through, but not too long where it looks sloppy. He also has dimples, which I quickly decide is a sexy quality in a guy.

“I'm Stephan.” Yep, even his name is sexy.

“I'm Scarlett.”

He laughs again. “I know... I heard your speech about shitting. It was a great way to start off my Monday. Very entertaining. I can see why you have so many fans.”

I feel my face flush, though I'm not really sure why I'm embarrassed. “Well, it's very nice to meet you.”

I turn back around and pull out my phone. I spend the next hour checking my email, and tweeting.

I think I'm going to like “study hall”.

12:00 pm

I Googled you.

After study hall, I meet Thor at my locker. He is waiting for me when I get there.

“You know you're not supposed to have your phone out during school,” he tells me as I walk up to him.

My phone is currently in my purse. “Um, my phone isn't out.”

“I saw your tweets during study hall.”

I shrug. “I didn't hide it, and the teacher didn't say anything. I'm not used to all these rules. It's going to be hard to remember them all.” I pause and then add, “So, you follow me on twitter. You are a fan!”

“Maybe I am,” he laughs. “Or, maybe I Googled you?”

Ouch.

I follow him into the cafeteria. I vote no on the nasty looking food, and we sit at an empty table.

“So do you know a boy named Stephan?” I ask him, not really sure why I am bringing up the jerk from study hall.

“Stephan Montgomery?”

“I don't know... Black hair, gorgeous green eyes, snarky attitude that makes you want to slap him...” I describe.

“I resent that,” I hear a voice behind me. I know who that voice belongs to without looking. He takes a seat beside me. “Besides the gorgeous eyes part. That is true.”

Thor looks annoyed. “Scarlett, this is my little brother, Stephan.”

“Little? He's 2 days older than me,” Stephan immediately clarifies.

I look between the two. “You're brothers? And how is he two days older?” I am very confused.

“STEPBROTHER. My mom didn't choose the best candidate for husband,” Stephan smarts off.

“Whatever.” I turn my attention back blue eyed boy in front of me. I've already decided that Thor and I will be good friends. “So, Thor, you were going to tell me your name....”

“Thor?” Stephan questions.

“He reminds me of Thor, you know, the Greek god,” I answer.

Stephan makes a gagging noise. I ignore him.

“I'm Ethan James,” he answers, shooting an annoyed look at his brother. “And that guy with the snarky attitude was just leaving.”

Stephan puts his arm around me. “I think the lady said gorgeous before she said snarky attitude.”

I toss his arm off me.

“Fine, I can take a hint.” He gets up, leaving me and Ethan sitting there.

Ethan watches his brother leave. Once he's out of earshot, he turns back to me. “So, how are you liking public school so far?”

I shrug. “It's ok. You and douchetard are the only one's who have spoken to me though. I think everybody else is intimidated.”

He laughs at my douchetard comment. “They are just all starstruck. Soon they will be following you around, asking you for your autograph...” Before he finishes the sentence, a group of girls come up to me. They begin telling me how much they love me, I sign a couple autographs, and as soon as everybody else see's, they are lining up through the cafeteria.

And the madness begins...

3:05 pm

With my middle fingers up.

After lunch, the craziness continues. I pretty much have to shut my car door in people's faces to get them to leave.

I lean my head against the warm leather seats and sigh. I'm so glad that the day is over. I crank up the radio and smile as I hear my song come on the radio. Four years later, I still get excited when I hear myself over the air.

As I pull out of the parking lot, I look in my rearview mirror and see that people are staring at me as I leave. I scream out in frustration, but quickly remind myself this is what I wanted. I wanted to be a rock star. Music is my passion. It's worth it. Or, at least, it used to be.

My cell phone rings, and I smile,