I grab the remote from Michael and turn the volume of the TV up. Storm is being interviewed by a female news host. He’s wearing jeans, a white button-down shirt (mostly unbuttoned), a black leather jacket, and the damned smoky kohl guyliner!
“So Storm, we’re all aware of your reputation as being a rock and roll sex God. What exactly happened with you and this woman trapped in your truck for two days? I’m sure you found ways to pass the time?” She winks at him and smiles at the camera.
My eyes bug out. Did she really just ask him that?
Storm shakes his head and smirks. “Absolutely nothing.”
Newsgirl persists. “Come on now. You don’t expect us to believe that, do you?”
Storm crosses his leg, putting his foot up on his knee. “Nothing happened at all. She wasn’t my type.”
“So you have a type?” Her fake smile is so sickening, I want to reach through the television and punch her.
Storm laughs. “Not really. But I’m not into annoying chicks and this girl was (bleeping) annoying as hell. She just wouldn’t shut the (bleep) up. Dealing with her was way worse than worrying about freezing to death.”
The newsgirl laughs and touches his arm flirtatiously. My heart sinks. “She sounds terrible, Storm. You poor thing!”
Michael turns to me with a look of fake shock on his face. “You drove Storm Valentine crazy? What the hell did you do to this guy?”
“Nothing! He was a total asshole!”
I jump off the bed, grab my cell phone, and head for the bathroom.
“Can you try to get some concert tickets from him? I’d love to go! They’re one of my favorite bands!” Michael yells after me as I slam the door and lock myself in.
I can’t believe this! How could he call me annoying like that? On television! Is that really what he thought of me?
I find his number in my phone and press dial. He answers on the third ring.
“Evelyn?” Obviously, he must have my name programmed into his phone.
“You asshole! I just saw you on television! You never told me who you were! I can’t believe what a freakin’ liar you are! And you totally just disrespected me on television by calling me annoying! You could have just said it to my face, ya know. You didn’t have to pretend to be my friend while you were hating on me inside and then go on television and talk shit about me.”
There are a few moments of silence and I think he’s hung up on me.
“Are you done?” he finally asks.
“Yes. For now.”