Jaded (Rock Star Trilogy) - By Mercy Amare Page 0,5

hearing Alec's beautiful voice sing to me. He recorded a special ringtone for me last year, and I love it.

“I miss you,” I answer.

“You too, babe,” he agrees.

Ok, I know what you're thinking, but it's not like that between Alec and me. We are friends, yes, but nothing more. Not that I don't find Alec sexy, he is absolutely gorgeous! He's one of the sexiest guys on the planet, number five according to People magazine, but he's just an adorable big brother to me. Well, besides that one time we were really drunk, but I don't like to think about that night. We both just agreed to forget. Not that we could for a while. There were pictures of us making out, basically raping each other in public. It was very embarrassing.

“How are you liking your normal life?” he asks with humor in his voice. He thinks I'm silly for wanting normal.

I sigh. “Well, I made a friend,” I say, thinking of Ethan. “But, my life is anything but normal. Everybody followed me around, asking for autographs all day. I thought Hope High School was small, but I feel like I signed all day. Certainly I would have gotten everybody by now.”

“Well, you are the hottest rock star on the planet...” he pauses, and then adds, “besides me, that is.”

I roll my eyes, but nearly drop my phone as I pull up to my beachfront home. I scream out in frustration. There a mobs of people standing outside my house. “ARGH! I have to go! I have a situation to deal with.”

I click off my phone, and shoot my dad an email telling him I need security. He replies in less than a minute. I told you so, is the first line of his reply. Then he gives me the details of the guys who will be here in an hour. I shut off my car, and boldly face the paparazzi.

I push my way through the crowds of people. They're all screaming my name, shoving microphones at my mouth, and taking pictures. I walk into my house, turn around, smile, and hold up both middle fingers before slamming the door in their faces. I can't wait to see that on the internet.

My phone blings within minutes. It's my dad. He's pissed about the pictures. I love that I pissed him off. At that moment, I love technology.

7:35 pm

Speaking of pants...

The crowds are gone, security is standing guard, and I am officially bored. So bored, that I'm actually reading my @'s on Twitter.

Ok, ok, I may be a terrible rock star, but I get thousands of tweets a day. Some of them are super sweet and say something like: @RockStarScar I LOVE YOU! You're so pretty and awesome... and blah, blah, blah. But then I get douches that say stuff like: @RockStarScar you're ugly. I hope you die. And let's be honest, those tweets are depressing.

I'm scrolling through the tweets on my iPhone when I see an avi that looks familiar. It's from @Stephan_Montgomery. @RockStarScar hey, Blondie. I roll my eyes, but I follow him anyway, and reply.

@Stephan_Montgomery Hey, Mr. Snarky Pants

He replies instantly. @RockStarScar speaking of pants.... ahem... I'm pretty sure you want in them.

I roll my eyes. @Stephan_Montgomery 140 characters aren't enough to explain how much you disgust me.

@RockStarScar then why don't you come meet me? You can tell me to my face how much you “don't” want me.

@Stephan_Montgomery okay. But only because I'm bored, and desperate.

@RockStarScar I like desperate women ;)

I have a DM from him, it is his address. I sure am not sending mine to him. So, I grab my keys, and I go.

7:55 pm

Damn girl reactions!

I don't go far. Literally, Stephan lives in the house next door. How did I forgot the name of my own street? I turn off the navigation on my phone, and walk over. I'm about to ring the doorbell when I hear, “Hey, Blondie.”

“I have a name,” I say, crossing my arms over my chest.

“Oh, I know,” Stephan smiles, and I swear my heart speeds up. What is up with that? “I just like torturing you.” And just like that, I'm broken from his spell.

“You have 5 minutes to entertain me before I leave,” I fake a yawn.

He holds up his phone. “Nice pic. I see you know how to use your middle fingers very well.”

I take a look at the picture of me, and smile. I actually look kind of good in this pic. “I could reenact the moment