Faded (Rock Star Trilogy)

top, my black-laced bra, and black wedge heels.
    It's still hot in Florida. The high today is 85, which I love. I think I can definitely get used to this.
    When I walk into the kitchen, I am surprised to see Stephan sitting at the bar with Alec. Bridgett is pulling muffins out of the oven. I grab a cup of coffee and sit by Stephan.
    “Alec was just filling me in on the craziness that is about to start…”
    Alec cuts him off. “Yeah, we aren't telling Scarlett yet.”
    I glare at him. “How come Stephan get's to know, but not me? That's so unfair!”
    “Because I am not going to give you time to back out.” Alec flashes his mischievous smile… The one that makes all the girls swoon. I’ve grown immune to his powers over the years.
    I take a drink of my coffee and choose to ignore Alec. I know that whatever he is hiding I won't get out of him until he's ready. He's probably the most stubborn person I've ever met, even more so than me.
    “So,” I turn to Stephan. “Am I going to get in trouble for missing so much school?”
    Bridgett answers for him. “Alec and I already talked to your principal. We worked everything out.”
    Is there anything they haven't thought of?
    “By the way, I'm having my car flown here. Bridge and me are going to go pick it up later today,” he informs me. Alec loves cars. He recently purchased a red Audi R8 GT. He changes cars every three to six months, which seems a bit excessive, but this is Alec we're talking about. Everything about him screams expensive, from his thousand-dollar haircut, down to his custom-made designer shoes.
    “Well, you're welcome to drive my Mercedes anywhere,” I say. “And since you’ve decided to take over as my manager, the offer to buy you a car still stands.”
    “Can you drive a stick, Bridgett?” Alec asks her.
    “Definitely not,” she answers.
    “I'll teach you,” Alec offers. He's using his flirty voice with her… I've heard him use it way too many times with girls. It's hard for anybody to turn him down. He has a way with girls. “It's so easy.”
    I glare at him. “Driving the car better be the only thing you teach her.”
    “I won't teach her anything she doesn't ask for,” he promises. “But I won't refuse my services if asked for.”
    Bridgett chokes on her coffee. “Can you two stop talking about me like I'm not here?”
    Stephan laughs. “Hey, this is entertaining.”
    It is in that second, I know that the next few months are going to be the longest, yet most interesting, months of my life.
    I also realize that I am going to have to watch Alec like a hawk. I just don’t trust him with my sister.
    Stephan and I leave for school not too long after that. We drive my '69 Mustang Boss 429 that I bought from Alec. I drive it to school, but promise Stephan he can drive it home.
    “Alec has been living with me less than 24 hours, and he is already driving me crazy,” I complain.
    Stephan laughs. “Just wait until you hear what all he has planned. You are going to hate him before he leaves.”
    I groan. “Ugh...”
    “Things are about to get really interesting around here.”
     
    12:01 PM
    I don't need you anymore.
     
    At lunch, Mona gives Stephan and me the evil eye. I seriously hate her. I wonder how I ever thought that Mona could be Stephan's half sister — they're definitely not related.
    I spot Ethan, and he half waves at me, then shrugs. He’s sitting at the “ popular ” table now, thanks to me. I am no longer welcome there, but he now has a permanent seat. I’m not sure why he wants to continue sitting there, especially considering the way they treated him for the past two years.
    “What the hell does he see in her?” Stephan asks me.
    “I have no clue.” I look at Mona again, trying to figure it out. If I look past the bitchy attitude, I have to admit that she is kind of hot. She has long brown hair, and gorgeous green eyes. She has this natural tan that even I am envious of (I hate getting spray tans! But I do it because I'm super white). But of course, guys are too busy looking at her body to notice anything else. She has big boobs, a tiny waist, and a large ass. She's a cheerleader, and you can tell she works out by looking at her. She has toned arms and great legs. “Actually, yeah, she's kind of hot. I can see why Ethan likes her.”
    Stephan makes a gagging noise. “Not my type.”
    “What is your type?” I question.
    “Definitely blondes,” he answers easily.
    “What else?”
    “I