Jaded (Rock Star Trilogy)

a crush on him too.
    “So are they coming with us to Miami?” Stephan asks me.
    “Miami?” I question, but then remember. “Oh! The races! I completely forgot!”
    “Races?” Alec's interest is piqued.
    “Stephan races,” I tell him. “And by race, I mean he is into street racing .”
    “Isn't that illegal?” Bridgett asks.
    “Yes!” Alec almost sounds angry, but then he smiles. “I love to watch street racing. I got into it a little bit before my music took off. It's a lot of fun. I haven't seen a race in... forever.”
    “So, who is up for a road trip?” I ask.
     
    5:12 pm
    Too damn distracting.
     
    An hour later, we are on the road. Alec and Bridgett ride behind us in my Mercedes, and I ride with Stephan. I almost felt bad about leaving them to ride alone, but I have to admit, they both looked pretty excited about the prospect of being together.
    “How long is the drive?” I ask Stephan.
    “It's about four hours,” he says. “So, we should be down there around 9:30. We can all just hang out, maybe grab a bite to eat before. The races start around 1am. I usually get a text about 20 minutes before letting me know the location.”
    “So, it is in a different location every week?”
    He nods. “Miami is a lot bigger than Hope. They let us know where so we have just enough time to get there. They don't want the word to get out.”
    “So what about after the race? Do we just... go home?”
    “Normally, I drive home. I usually get back around six in the morning.”
    “Is it safe to drive so late? Maybe we should just stay in Miami tonight. Then we can hang out here tomorrow, do something fun, and then go home.”
    “Is this your excuse to get me alone in a hotel room?”
    I knew that was coming. “Ha, ha. No. You can stay with Alec, and I will stay with Bridgett.”
    He fake pouts. “That doesn't sound as fun.”
    I just laugh, and change the subject. “Did Ethan not want to come with us?”
    “He never comes to my races.”
    “Did you ask him to come?”
    “No,” he snorts. “Definitely not.”
    “Stephan! How could you leave him out?”
    He shrugs. “I think he had a date tonight, so chill. He wouldn't have came if I asked him anyway. We are stepbrothers, and we're definitely not friends. ”
    “You should be friends, because Ethan is awesome. But seriously, he has a date? With Mona?” Now I'm excited.
    “Yeah... Well, sort of. It's like this big group thing. They are having a party or something. I think she invited him to be nice , but I think he thinks it's a date.”
    “That's great. Why didn't he tell me?”
    “No offense, but maybe he didn't want you to ruin it for him.” Stephan shakes his head at me. “I mean, you almost ruined the last party.”
    I narrow my eyes at him. “Do I need to remind you that you are the one who ruined it? If you wouldn't have been there, things would have been fine.”
    He laughs. “Maybe. But you invited me, and practically forced me to go. Therefore, you are the guilty party.”
    “Now we are definitely not staying in the same room,” I joke.
    “Yeah, because if we did, I might see you naked. And I can't ever see you naked. Remember?”
    “How could I forget? But I don't have to be naked for us to have sex.” I pull up my already short skirt, showing him more leg. “My skirt makes it easy for us...”
    He's watching me, and not the road. When I look up, we are driving on the shoulder of the road.
    “Maybe I should drive.”
    He swerves the car back into the correct lane, and grips the steering wheel so tight that his knuckles are turning white. “Next time we go on a road trip, you're wearing jeans. Your legs are too damn distracting.”
    My phone vibrates, and I laugh at the text from Bridgett.
     
    Stop distracting the driver! - B
     
    I quickly reply.
     
    What can I say? We have good genes ;) - S
     
    “So, the races tonight, what do you have to pay to get in?” I ask, curiously.
    “The race that I am in, you have to pay five thousand to race. There are five cars competing. If I win, I can get up to 30 thousand dollars,” he smirks.
    “Can I bet on the race?” I ask. I'm not much of a gambler, but it sounds fun.
    “Yeah,” he nods. “Thinking of betting against me?”
    “No way!” I say quickly. “I will always bet for you.”
    “And that is why I like you so much.”
    “Awe, Stephan Montgomery likes me . I must be special.”
    He winks at me. “More special than you know.”
     
    9:45 pm
    Good