Jaded (Rock Star Trilogy) - By Mercy Amare Page 0,47

“I'll take a break this weekend.”

5:03 pm

That's for me to know...

After leaving the beach, I get a shower, blow out my hair, and do my make up.

“Bridgett!” I yell to her from my bedroom door.

I hear her coming up the stairs. “Yes?”

“Can you help me pick out an outfit for my date with Stephan?”

She laughs. “You're asking help from me? Scar, look what I'm wearing...”

So, I do. She is currently wear a baggy t-shirt and sweatpants. Her hair is in a messy bun, and she's wearing glasses.

She points to herself. “This is not somebody you ask fashion advice from.”

I laugh. “Well, at least tell me which outfit you like more.”

I lay two outfits on my bed.

“Where is he taking you?” She asks.

“I don't know,” I shrug.

“Awe, it's a surprise! How romantic.” She puts up her finger. “Give me just a minute, and I will help you pick out the perfect outfit.”

Bridgett leaves the room, and comes back a few minutes later smiling. She goes into my closet, and comes back out with a blue sundress.

“I happen to know that blue looks amazing on you,” she jokes. “Because, it looks amazing on me. So wear this with flip flops, and it will be perfect.”

“Did you call Stephan and ask where we are going?”

She nods.

“I seriously love you!” I throw my arms around her. “So where is he taking me?”

She laughs. “That's for me to know, and you to find out.”

6:43 pm

And you to find out.

“So, you have been living in Florida now for almost a month, and I just realized that I haven't taken you to any of the places that makes this state great,” Stephan says as we merge onto the interstate. “I think it's time I show you.”

I can't help but smile. “Have I ever told you how amazing you are?”

“No, but feel free to continue telling me.”

I pretend to think. “Well, I could start with your eyes. It's the first thing I noticed about you. Well, aside from your snarky attitude.”

“Hey, I wasn't being snarky. I was flirting.”

“I'm just glad you don't call me Blondie anymore. That was seriously getting old.”

“And I'm glad you don't call my stepbrother Thor anymore. It's kind of hard to compete with a Greek god,” Stephan counters.

I roll my eyes. “Come on, you have to admit, he has the bluest eyes ever. But once I had an actual conversation with him, I realized we had no chemistry.”

“And we have chemistry?”

“We have so much chemistry that we're literally smoking,” I smile. “And it's only a matter of time before we erupt.”

He clears his throat. “I'm kind of looking forward to this eruption. Think it will happen any time soon?”

“Stephan,” I swat my hand at his arm gently. “You are so bad.”

“Maybe, but you know you want me.”

“Oh, I do want you, but it's so much more fun to make you wait.” I laugh. “Besides, I'm waiting until we're in love.”

“Augh, the L word again.” He shakes his head, as if he can will the word to go away.

“Why are you so against love?” I ask.

“I'm not against love. I just think that love is a serious word. I have never told a girl that I love her, and I want it to mean something. I want the one and only girl I say it to, to be my wife.”

And right there, I lost my heart... to a boy named Stephan Montgomery.

7:03 pm

Chaos

We pull into our destination shortly after seven. Stephan opens the door for me, which I still think is the sweetest thing in the world, and we hold hands as we walk inside.

“So, what is this place?” I ask.

As soon as the door swings open, I can smell seafood.

“My dad used to take me here all the time. The food is amazing,” he answers.

The place is crowded, but we don't have to wait for a table... I assumed it was because of me. A few people were mad that we got ahead of them, which I feel bad about, but not for long.

We sit outside on the patio. Even though the sun is starting to set, it's still fairly warm outside, and we have an excellent view of the ocean.

“This is nice,” I say. “I can't believe I haven't eaten more seafood while living in Florida.”

“What's your favorite?” he asks.

“Snow crab.” My mouth waters just thinking about it.

“Me too,” he agrees. “So, I was wondering... What is life on tour like?”

“Thinking of becoming a musician?” I joke.

He shrugs. “Just curious.”

“There is only one