Jaded (Rock Star Trilogy) - By Mercy Amare Page 0,6
for you.” I'm about to flip him off when he takes my hand, and pulls me down the beach.
“Where are you taking me?” I ask, but continue to let him lead the way. I kind of like the butterflies I feel when he's touching my hand. “Are you kidnapping me?”
I see him crack a smile. “Blondie, you are conceited.”
“I'm fucking Scarlett Ryan,” I joke. “Of course I'm full of myself.”
He clears his throat. “You know, I'd kind of like to fuck Scar...”
I cut him off. “Ewe. As if!” It's suddenly hot, and it definitely has nothing to do with the Florida humidity. “Like I'd give you the golden ticket. I'm not some cheap tramp.”
He stops, and turns towards me. “I never said I'd get it for free.” He pushes my bangs behind my ear, and I shiver against him. He smirks, like he's proven something. “I'll work for it.”
He leans closer, and I lick my lips in anticipation. His lips are literally half an inch from mine. I close my eyes, and he suddenly jerks away, laughing.
“I hate you.” Damn girl reactions.
“You wish you could hate me,” he winks. “But if you didn't like me, you would not be here with me now.”
Damn, he's right. I hate that he's right. “I'm going to write a song about you.”
“Already in love with me?” He continues to pulls me down the beach, and I'm wondering where he's taking me.
“Yes, madly,” I roll my eyes. “I'm going to call it Stephan Montgomery is a Douchetard.”
“That hurt.” He pulls out his phone. “My Twitter has been blowing up ever since you tweeted me. A lot of 14 year old's are calling me a perv right now.”
“You are a perv,” I agree.
“Speaking of... We were going to finish this conversation about you want in my pants...”
I pull out my phone, and ignore him. I'm about to scroll read the Tweets when he snatches my phone, and takes off running down the beach.
“HEY!” I run after him, but can't catch up. Two minutes later, he stops, and hands me my phone. I punch his arm.
“That hurt,” he says, rubbing the spot I hit.
I look at my Twitter and see that he has tweeted from my account.
OMG. @Stephan_Montgomery is the hottest guy like, EVER! And for the record, I totally want in his pants.
I feel the fury build up inside of me, and I am beyond pissed.
“I HAVE 34 MILLION FUCKING FOLLOWERS!” I scream, and then I punch him as hard as I can in the eye. He falls over in the sand, and covers his eye with his hand.
“Ouch.”
“I hate you,” I say for the third time since meeting him, then I turn my back and run away as fast as I can. I spend the rest of the night explaining to people that somebody hacked my Twitter, and I have no clue who @Stephan_Montgomery is.
And that I definitely DON'T want in his pants.
Because I really don't.
Or, at least that's what I'm telling myself.
Tuesday, September 8
8am
You are my hero.
I slip in the desk beside Ethan just as the bell rings.
“You gave my brother a black eye,” he whispers. At first I think he's mad, but then he holds up his knuckle, and I bump mine against his. “You are my hero.”
“Is it bad?” I ask, biting my lip.
Ok, I realize that maybe I overreacted just a little bit, but I've got pride. I'm not about to apologize to him.
“Yeah,” he laughs. “But he totally deserved it.”
Finally his eyes drift behind me, and I look back. Bob, my 6'7, 320 pound security guard, is standing behind me. He's very intimidating. He's so bad ass that he has a tattoo of a dragon with flames coming out of its mouth on his bald head. I know he's here to protect me, but I'm kind of scared of him at the same time. Maybe it's the fact that he could snap my 5'1”, not quite 100 pound body in half with one hand.
“This is Bob.”
Ethan nods in Bob's direction, but Bob doesn't acknowledge him. He's mysterious like that.
“I need your help, Ethan.”
“With what?” He asks, still looking at Bob.
“I want to fit in.” I say.
Ethan's eyes focus on me, and he laughs. “You're kidding right?” I glare at him, and he stops laughing. “Well, Scarlett, you are a rock star, and I'm pretty sure once people get over the initial shock of you, you will be the most popular girl in school.”
I roll my eyes. “I don't want to