Jaded (Rock Star Trilogy)

like, EVER! And for the record, I totally want in his pants.
    I feel the fury build up inside of me, and I am beyond pissed.
    “I HAVE 34 MILLION FUCKING FOLLOWERS !” I scream, and then I punch him as hard as I can in the eye. He falls over in the sand, and covers his eye with his hand.
    “Ouch.”
    “ I hate you ,” I say for the third time since meeting him, then I turn my back and run away as fast as I can. I spend the rest of the night explaining to people that somebody hacked my Twitter, and I have no clue who @Stephan_Montgomery is.
    And that I definitely DON'T want in his pants.
    Because I really don't.
    Or, at least that's what I'm telling myself.

Tuesday, September 8
    8am
    You are my hero.
     
    I slip in the desk beside Ethan just as the bell rings.
    “You gave my brother a black eye,” he whispers. At first I think he's mad, but then he holds up his knuckle, and I bump mine against his. “You are my hero.”
    “Is it bad?” I ask, biting my lip.
    Ok, I realize that maybe I overreacted just a little bit, but I've got pride. I'm not about to apologize to him.
    “Yeah,” he laughs. “But he totally deserved it.”
    Finally his eyes drift behind me, and I look back. Bob, my 6'7, 320 pound security guard, is standing behind me. He's very intimidating. He's so bad ass that he has a tattoo of a dragon with flames coming out of its mouth on his bald head. I know he's here to protect me, but I'm kind of scared of him at the same time. Maybe it's the fact that he could snap my 5'1”, not quite 100 pound body in half with one hand.
    “This is Bob.”
    Ethan nods in Bob's direction, but Bob doesn't acknowledge him. He's mysterious like that.
    “I need your help, Ethan.”
    “With what?” He asks, still looking at Bob.
    “I want to fit in.” I say.
    Ethan's eyes focus on me, and he laughs. “You're kidding right?” I glare at him, and he stops laughing. “Well, Scarlett, you are a rock star, and I'm pretty sure once people get over the initial shock of you, you will be the most popular girl in school.”
    I roll my eyes. “I don't want to be popular. I've seen Mean Girls, and being popular sounds rather torturous. Besides, I'm kind of a band geek. You know, I am a musician. I'm more than just a pretty face who sings.”
    “Trust me, I know.”
    I finally notice the teacher in the front talking. I've been back here talking to Ethan for almost 10 minutes, and neither of us have gotten in trouble. I want to scream. This is exactly what I was talking about, special treatment because I'm a rock star. I don't want it! Well, I sort of do, but not really ! I need to prove to myself that I can do this on my own. I want to be able to get in trouble just like every other kid. I want to get detention.
    I pay attention through the rest of class, and try not to fall asleep. I'm wondering why they would have a History class at 8am. C'mon, at least give people time to wake up before you start with the boring crap.
    Bob walks behind Ethan and me as we walk to algebra. I'm thinking how much I hate my morning lineup of classes. Math makes my brain hurt.
    As we sit in class, I try hard to figure out what the hell the teacher is talking about, but by the end of class all the numbers are running together. I rub the temples of my head, trying to make the headache go away.
    “I can help you with math,” Ethan offers.
    “Really?” I'm actually really excited that he offers.
    “Yeah. Come over tonight.”
    I laugh. “You sure Mr. Snarky won't mind?”
    He shakes his head. “Please, he's probably scared of you after you gave him that black eye. Finally, a girl tougher than my bad ass stepbrother.”
    “Ok. I'll see you at...” I cut off, asking him what time.
    “Seven,” he confirms.
     
    11:00 am
    Damn conscience.
     
    When I walk into Study Hall, I take my seat and ignore Stephan Montgomery. Well, I do take a quick peek at his eye and see that it is in fact black . I can see that I decked him pretty good, and for this, I feel bad... Even though he totally deserved it.
    I feel a tap on my back, and turn around in my seat. “What do you want?” I ask through gritted teeth. He smiles at me, and I hate how my heart reacts to him. One smile, and I'm putty in his ( very sexy ) hands.
    “Tonight, you and me.” He raises his eyebrows suggestively, and once again, I curse the butterflies in my stomach.
    “Can't, I'm busy.”
    “I meant after you're finished doing math with my extremely nerdy