Jaded (Rock Star Trilogy)

of his nickname.
    He stops half way to the door, and looks at me cautiously. “Why are you naming me after a Greek god?”
    “Your eyes. You put Chris Hemsworth to shame. And I would know, cause I went to the movie premiere.”
    “Are you real?” he asks.
    “Last time I checked.” I answer with a shrug. “Why do you ask?”
    “No reason.”
    I follow him to my next class, which also happens to be his class. I guess I shouldn't be surprised considering how small Hope High School is.
    Again, Thor sits beside me in my next class. I decide right then and there that this is going to be a long day.
     
    11:01 am
    And the blonde jokes begin...
     
    I don't share the following class with Thor. He happily walks me to the door, and says he'll meet me by my locker for lunch.
    “Goodbye, Thor,” I smile up at him.
    “Goodbye, Rock Star .” He shakes his head at me as he walks away.
    I enter Mrs. Borring's class, and can't help but laugh at her last name. I wonder if she really is boring .
    This class is called study hall. When the bell rings, I wait for the teacher to get up or say something, but she doesn't. I watch everybody around me pull out their books.
    I look at the girl next to me. She's reading a novel, and she looks really into it. I look around me to find somebody who doesn't look preoccupied. Finally, my eyes land on the guy behind me. He's got a look of amusement on his face as he watches me.
    Creep much ?
    “Why isn't the teacher... um... teaching?” I whisper to him.
    He leans forward in his desk like he's going to let me in on some mind blowing secret. “Tell me, is the blonde hair natural?”
    I roll my eyes. “Either you're stupid, or you don't watch TV. Everybody knows my hair is natural.” Duh, creeper.
    He smirks. “Feisty. I like it.”
    I glare at him. “So are you going to tell me what I'm supposed to do, or what?”
    “It's called study hall, Blondie. It's where you study .” He looks amused. “Can you even read?”
    And the blonde jokes begin. “I can read just fine, thank you.”
    I turn in my seat, looking forward. I already don't like this guy. I'm about to pull out my phone when I feel a pencil poke me on the back. It's sharp.
    “Son of a bitch!” I yell, rubbing the spot where he poked me, and then instantly cover my mouth. “Sorry,” I apologize to the teacher and the classroom. When everybody looks back down at their work, I turn around in my seat. The boy behind me is silently laughing. “I hate you.”
    He covers his heart with his hands. “That hurts.”
    “Maybe you should stab yourself with the pencil next time. In the heart. That is how you kill an evil being right? A stake to the heart?”
    He actually smiles, and I realize, he has a wonderful smile. Actually, he's kind of hot, even if he is a douchetard. He has bright, emerald green eyes, and jet black hair. It's just long enough to run my fingers through, but not too long where it looks sloppy. He also has dimples, which I quickly decide is a sexy quality in a guy.
    “I'm Stephan.” Yep, even his name is sexy.
    “I'm Scarlett.”
    He laughs again. “I know... I heard your speech about shitting. It was a great way to start off my Monday. Very entertaining. I can see why you have so many fans. ”
    I feel my face flush, though I'm not really sure why I'm embarrassed. “Well, it's very nice to meet you.”
    I turn back around and pull out my phone. I spend the next hour checking my email, and tweeting.
    I think I'm going to like “study hall”.
     
    12:00 pm
    I Googled you.
     
    After study hall, I meet Thor at my locker. He is waiting for me when I get there.
    “You know you're not supposed to have your phone out during school,” he tells me as I walk up to him.
    My phone is currently in my purse. “Um, my phone isn't out.”
    “I saw your tweets during study hall.”
    I shrug. “I didn't hide it, and the teacher didn't say anything. I'm not used to all these rules. It's going to be hard to remember them all.” I pause and then add, “So, you follow me on twitter. You are a fan!”
    “Maybe I am,” he laughs. “Or, maybe I Googled you?”
    Ouch.
    I follow him into the cafeteria. I vote no on the nasty looking food, and we sit at an empty table.
    “So do you know a boy named Stephan?” I ask him, not really sure why I am bringing up the jerk from study hall.
    “Stephan Montgomery?”
    “I don't know... Black hair, gorgeous green eyes, snarky attitude that makes you want to slap him...” I