Jaded (Rock Star Trilogy)

twin?”
    “Because I didn't know until early Saturday morning. I flew to her the second I found out.”
    “This is incredible, Scarlett...” he continues to look between the two of us. “How did you figure it out?”
    I don't know how to respond. I don't want him to know about the P.I. I hired. I'm not sure why I don't, it just seems... personal. So, Bridgett comes to rescue.
    “It doesn't matter,” she says, putting her arm around me. “What matters is that we found each other.”
    “Exactly,” I agree. “So I am going to show you how a real rock star lives.”
    “And how do you do that?” he asks.
    I shrug. “A shopping trip in Paris, a walk on the red carpet, a week on a private yacht... It's is completely up to you, Bridge.”
    She thinks for a minute. “Well, I'd hate to think that I would be the reason my twin sister would fail out of high school... So maybe we can just do fun stuff on the weekends.”
    I sigh. “High school isn't for me. I think I am just going to hire a private tutor, and get my diploma.”
    “No!” Bridget insists. “Wasn't the point of you going to high school? It's step one to a normal life... Maybe it's me who should show you what it's like to be normal ... We can save the yacht party for the weekend.”
     
    9:48 pm
    You're a freaking superstar goddess.
     
    Stephan, Ethan, Bridgett, and I spend the day on the beach. Ethan attempts to teach Bridge and me how to surf, but as it turns out, neither of us are very athletic. But we are both determined to learn, so we decide we will try again later.
    I also introduce my security team to Bridgett, and she freaks out, wondering why I need security. I tell her about my first day in Hope, and say it's just precaution. The truth is, people here are getting used to me, so I feel pretty safe. I just keep them around the house for the paparazzi now.
    Stephan and Ethan head back home later, and Bridgett and me get in the hot tub.
    “So, I have a question,” she says. “How come you have a pool if you live on the beach?”
    I laugh. “Because the ocean isn't the safest place to swim, and sometimes I just don't want to get sand all over myself.”
    “Wow.” She leans her head back, and sighs. “Will I ever get used to this life?”
    “Yes, and no,” I answer. “This is normal for me, but at the same time, it feels surreal.”
    “Your life is a fairy tale... I love it.”
    “Yeah...” I say, a little sad. “I do too, but at what cost?”
    “Why can't you make your music ? Why does it have to be their way or no way? You should just do what you want. You have your name built up, and it's your music, so it should be your choice.”
    “No, it's my record company's choice,” I shake my head.
    “So get a different label.”
    “I can't just... get a new label...” I explain. “It'd be a long process with lawyers...”
    She cuts me off. “But you don't actually have to get a new label. You just have to look like you're trying to. I'm sure your label doesn't want to lose Scarlett Ryan . I mean, come on! You're a freaking superstar goddess.”
    I like where her thought process is going. “I like it. Now, I just need to start looking for a new manager. My father is not up to the job.”
    “We'll think of something...” she promises.

Monday, September 14
    6:30 am
    I hate Mondays.
     
    My alarm clock goes off at 6:30 on Monday morning, and I decide it's official: Mondays are my new least favorite day of the week.
    I get a shower, get dressed, and head downstairs where Bridgett is pouring us both a cup of coffee. “About time you get up.” Her voice is perky.
    Oh my god. My sister is a morning person. I personally don't like to speak to anybody until I've been up for at least 30 minutes.
    “We really are opposites,” I grumble, sitting down at the bar in the kitchen. She passes me a cup of coffee, and I take a sip. It's exactly how I like it – lots of cream and sugar. “How did you know?”
    “I like mine the same way. We may be opposites on a lot of things, but I could tell you were a cream and sugar kind of girl.” She takes the seat beside me. “So, I am going to need your cell phone. Today you need to go to school phone free .” She holds out her hand.
    I glare at her. “No way.”
    She glares back. “Scarlett, I've seen your twitter. You tweet during class. You obviously don't need the temptation.”
    “Come on! I haven't done that since like... Last Monday! I know better now. I promise, no texting,