The Rock Star Trilogy 01 - Jaded

of the street.
    I look for the track.
    “ Where do you race?” I ask.
    Stephan points at the road in front of us.
    “ But this is a public street. Isn't this... illegal ?”
    “ Are you scared?”
    I shake my head quickly, and I realize that I'm not. In fact, I'm kind of excited.
    Plus, it's not like this is the first illegal thing I've done.
    Stephan and me walk up to a group of people. I recognize some of them from Tuesday. Ginny and Britney are both there, along with the brunette girl who waved the flag. I never actually got to meet her.
    “ Scarlett!” Ginny is excited to see me. She looks nice. He once orange hair is now blonde, which I must admit fits her much better.
    “ Hey, Ginny. Love the hair,” I comment. She smiles.
    “ Wait... Scarlett?” the flag girl says. “As in Scarlett Ryan?”
    Stephan puts his arm protectively around me. “Yes she is Scarlett Ryan, but shut up, Zoe. Seriously, don't draw attention to her.”
    “ Are you trying to tell me that the Scarlett Ryan is hanging out with you ,” she half laughs. “What the hell are you even doing in Hope, Florida?”
    I want to slap this girl. I don't like her. I grab Stephan's hand, and see her flinch. I finally get it. She likes him.
    “ And Stephan, what are you thinking? Bringing her here. If we get caught out here, we are all in deep shit. She's just going to draw attention,” she rolls her eyes.
    I look at Stephan, who now looks mad. “If you have a problem with Scarlett being here, then maybe you should leave .”
    Stephan pulls me closer, and I shoot her a smile that says fuck off, bitch. He's mine . And then we leave his friends behind.
    “ So, is it always this crazy?” I ask.
    He nods. “Yeah. And Zoe is a little... dramatic. She can't stand it unless there is some kind of fight.”
    “ I noticed. What a bitch.”
    “ Stephan, Scarlett!” I hear a voice behind us. We turn around to see Ginny and Britney walking up to us.
    “ Forget, Zoe. She's a major drama queen,” Brit said, basically saying the same thing Stephan did. “Hang with us tonight.”
    I smile, because I'm genuinely happy to hang out with them. They seemed to like me when we first met, before they knew who I was. It's a good feeling. “Ok.”
    Britney leaned closer. “By the way, I'm sorry about what I said... About not liking your music.”
    I can't help but laugh. I really think I'm going to like Britney.

    12:01 am
    Hard to get.

    Ginny and Brit walk me around, introducing me to people that they know... Which is practically everybody. They just call me Scarlett. A few people recognize me, but we all 3 deny and laugh about it. We say something like why would Scarlett Ryan be in Hope, Florida ? People seem to buy this excuse.
    All the girls hanging out are wearing provocative clothing. One girl is wearing a pair of short shorts and her thong is sticking out the top. Brit and Ginny make fun of her in secret, but I can't bring myself to laugh. If anything, I feel sorry for her.
    A few guys try to stop us and get our phone numbers. Brit and Ginny readily gave out their numbers, which I later find out they are fake numbers . I can't help but laugh at the two of them.
    “ Why not just tell them you're not interested?” I ask.
    They both burst out laughing, like the answer is completely obvious. Brit is the one who explains. “We never said we weren't interested . We just like to play hard to get.”
    They both think it is clever, but I think it is kind of stupid. I keep my opinions to myself. Both Ginny and Britney seem to like getting attention from the guys. They don't care if it is good attention or bad attention. I don't understand it, but who am I to judge?
    At one point in the night, I feel somebody grab my ass. I turn around and see a guy smiling at me. I quickly put my knee to his groin and smile as he doubles over in pain.
    “ Touch me again, and I will surgically remove your balls with a knife,” I tell the guy who has a mohawk and tattoos. Figures, typical bad boy .
    “ Bitch! You messed with the wrong guy!” He grabs my wrist hard, and pulls me toward him. As I get close to the guy, carefully take the heel of my shoe, and kick his shin as hard as I can. He falls over and I laugh. That is going to leave a bruise.
    “ No. You messed with the wrong girl. Fuck off you perv,” I say, using a fake sweet voice.
    About that time, Stephan walks up behind me. “Hey, I'm about to race.” He looks down at the guy on the ground. “Is he