Faded (Rock Star Trilogy)

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    “Actually, the guys are going to be racing tonight at the track, if you want to go.”
    Racing. “Will Zoe be there?” I ask, because if she’s going to be there I have to mentally prepare myself after what Stephan told me about sleeping with her.
    “Are you jealous?”
    “Yes. I am not ashamed to admit that I am jealous. You slept with her. How could I not be jealous?”
    Stephan grins. “You shouldn’t be jealous. I was never hers. But I am yours, totally and completely.”
    His words make me feel better. He’s right. He is mine . Not hers. “Sorry that I’m acting like a jealous girlfriend. I’m usually never insecure about myself when it comes to guys. You’re just my first real boyfriend, and I’ve never been in…” love . “Umm… I’ve never felt like this before. I’m not sure how I’m supposed to act.”
    “It’s okay to have insecurities. It means you’re human. I think it’s good to talk about them, instead of letting them get bottled up inside.”
    “You’re right.”
    Stephan is wise beyond his years. Though, I suspect it’s because life has been pretty hard on him so far.
    “But you never answered my question. Is Zoe going to be there?”
    “Probably. It’s her family’s track that we race at,” he answers.
    I crinkle my nose in disgust. “Okay, but please don’t expect me to be nice to her.”
    “She’s not nice to anybody, so she deserves a taste of her own medicine. It’s not like I expect you to be BFF’s with the girl.”
    “Good. Because that’s definitely not happening .”
    When we get to the track, I am greeted by a now brunette Ginny, followed by Britney.
    “Your hair is a different color almost every time I see you,” I tell Ginny. Stephan walks off to talk to a couple of the guys.
    “This is my natural color,” she informs me, with a shrug. “I like to switch it up. I get bored easily.”
    “She’s that way with her men, too,” Britney adds. “I like her best as a brunette personally.”
    “I do too,” she agrees. “But guys like redheads and blondes the best.”
    “I think every guy has a different preference.” My life is officially pathetic. I am talking about hair color with Britney and Ginny.
    I look over at Stephan and see Zoe walk up to the group. She is putting her hands on his arms, and laughing. I glare at her.
    “Girls, if you’ll excuse me.” I walk over to where Stephan is, and gently step between Zoe and him. I then give him a big kiss on the lips. I hear Zoe snort, and I give myself a mental high five.
    Score one for Scarlett, zero for Zoe.
    “I figured you’d be gone now. Though, I suppose your career is over. You have nothing better to do than be in Hope, Florida.” Even her voice is annoying.
    I turn to her and paste a fake smile on. “Actually, I am here recording my next album. Alec Torch is producing it. Maybe you’ve heard of him? Also, MTV is doing a documentary of my life.”
    “MTV must be desperate.” She laughs hard at her own joke.
    “Laugh all you want. When you’re thirty, living in a trailer, raising your six children, I’ll be vacationing at my home in France, or my mansion in LA, or right here… Where I can run into your fat ass on the street. You’ll be working at McDonalds, and I will be a retired millionaire.”
    Her smile fades, and she has no come back. Probably because she knows I’m right. Maybe not the exact scenario I spilled out, but definitely something similar.
    Stephan is talking to the guys still, but he’s smiling at me, so I know he heard the conversation between Zoe and me. He grabs my hand and holds onto it. This causes Zoe to storm off dramatically.
    “Damn, girl, you are harsh,” one of Stephan’s friends tells me. “Remind me not to mess with you.”
    “She’s a bitch. She totally deserves it,” I say with a shrug.
    “Oh, believe me, I know,” he agrees. “I’m Dwayne, by the way. It’s very nice to meet you.”
    Dwayne is really tall. He’s at least four inches taller than Stephan, who is 6’1”. I could totally see him being an NBA star. He’s very nice looking and muscular, not at all like a boy in high school should look, though the more I look at him, the less I think he’s actually in high school.
    “Hi, Dwayne. I’m Scar—”
    He cuts me off. “I know who you are. Everybody does. That must suck, you know, never having privacy, and always getting recognized everywhere you go. I don’t think I could do it.”
    “It’s a small price