Jaded (Rock Star Trilogy)

me?” It's a joke. Sort of.
    “Um, duh, you did.”
    “Whatever.” I roll my eyes.
    “Pull out your phone,” he insists.
    “So you can update my Twitter again?” I ask, shaking my head. “No way.”
    “Seriously. I promise not to update your Twitter, Facebook, or whatever other social network you have...”
    I pull out my phone, and hand it to him. “If you're lying, I will cut off your balls.”
    He grabs my phone, and gives me a serious look. “That's not funny.” He scrolls through my phone, and then holds it up to me. It's the tweet from Monday.
    @RockStarScar: I have no clue who @Stephan_Montgomery is, but I can assure you, I will NEVER be in his pants.
    “Why try?” he asks, smiling. “You obviously don't want me.”
    “Fine...” I click at my phone and then hand it back to him. He smiles.
    @RockStarScar: I take back what I said about @Stephan_Montgomery. I have every intention of getting in his pants.
    He clears his throat.
    “Oh my gosh, Stephan! Are you blushing?” I joke with him.
    “Just because you want me doesn't mean I want you,” he says, smiling. I know he's joking, but he's trying to sound serious. “I am not easy. I don't give just anybody the golden ticket.”
    I laugh when I realize that he quoted what I told him the first day. “Who says I won't work for it?”
    “Ooooh, you play dirty,” he raises his eyebrow at me. “But, two can play at that game.”
    My phone vibrates in my hand, and I look down to see the tweets pouring in. I turn my phone off and set it on the desk beside his bed.
    “Whoa,” he says with disbelief. “Miss High and Mighty Rock Star is turning off her phone? Whatever will you do without your adoring fans telling you how awesome you are every five seconds?”
    “I guess I'd rather listen to you tell me how awesome I am.” I flutter my eyelashes at him.
    He throws a pillow in my face.
    “HEY!” I throw it back.
    He looks at me, and I swear I can see desire in his eyes. He moves closer to my mouth, and says, “I think you already know how I feel about you.”
    “It's still nice to hear it out loud.” I never once look away from his lips, which are literally inches from mine.
    “No matter what I feel, I'm not going to tell you after knowing you four days.”
    “I've told you more about me in these four days than I've ever told anybody else.” It's the truth. I've never been close to anybody, at least not since Stacy ran away.
    “I at least have to take you out on a date first. Then I can kiss you.” He pulls back, but I'm actually not disappointed. I smile, and have no idea what to say. Nobody has ever said anything that sweet to me before. I think I can definitely get used to small town guys.
    No, it's not just small town guys. It's Stephan .
    “I think I may be in love,” I joke.
    He laughs. “And I definitely won't say the L word for a really long time.”
    “Are you scared of love?”
    “No,” he shakes his head. “I'm just realistic. I won't say it until I'm one hundred percent certain that it's true. I don't think the word should just be thrown around. It kind of means less if you do.”
    “I've never been in love,” I admit.
    “Me either.” He hesitates, then says, “Unless you count my car, and I'm definitely in love with my car .”
    I laugh, thankful that the subject was lighter. “You have a serious problem.”
    “You're telling me. There is this blonde rock star who won't leave me alone. Seriously. I think she's stalking me.”
    “I can leave,” I say, getting up.
    “ NO !” He pulls me back down onto his bed. “I kind of like that you're always around.”
    “You should! You invited me!”
    He shakes his head. “No, my stepbrother did, and then my mom asked you to stay.”
    “And what if they wouldn't have asked me to come over?” And I am officially one of those girls . You know, the kind who fishes for compliments.
    He smiles. “Well, I guess I would just have to ask you myself.”
    It took everything in me not to let out a girly squeal when he said that. Wow. Could Stephan Montgomery be anymore perfect?
    Probably not.
     
    7:00 pm
    Dinner with the James's.
     
    When I was invited to dinner, I expected take out – pizza, Chinese food, maybe even Indian food. What I did not expect is an actual home cooked meal . I don't think I've had one of those... ever .
    Spread out across the table is true southern comfort food – fried chicken, mashed potatoes (or taters at Stephan's mom calls them), cornbread,