The Rock Star Trilogy 01 - Jaded

and hold up both middle fingers before slamming the door in their faces. I can't wait to see that on the internet.
    My phone blings within minutes. It's my dad. He's pissed about the pictures. I love that I pissed him off. At that moment, I love technology.

    7:35 pm
    Speaking of pants...

    The crowds are gone, security is standing guard, and I am officially bored. So bored, that I'm actually reading my @'s on Twitter.
    Ok, ok, I may be a terrible rock star, but I get thousands of tweets a day. Some of them are super sweet and say something like: @RockStarScar I LOVE YOU! You're so pretty and awesome... and blah, blah, blah. But then I get douches that say stuff like: @RockStarScar you're ugly. I hope you die. And let's be honest, those tweets are depressing.
    I'm scrolling through the tweets on my iPhone when I see an avi that looks familiar. It's from @Stephan_Montgomery. @RockStarScar hey, Blondie . I roll my eyes, but I follow him anyway, and reply.
    @Stephan_Montgomery Hey, Mr. Snarky Pants
    He replies instantly. @RockStarScar speaking of pants.... ahem... I'm pretty sure you want in them.
    I roll my eyes. @Stephan_Montgomery 140 characters aren't enough to explain how much you disgust me.
    @RockStarScar then why don't you come meet me? You can tell me to my face how much you “don't” want me.
    @Stephan_Montgomery okay. But only because I'm bored, and desperate.
    @RockStarScar I like desperate women ;)
    I have a DM from him, it is his address. I sure am not sending mine to him. So, I grab my keys, and I go.

    7:55 pm
    Damn girl reactions!

    I don't go far. Literally, Stephan lives in the house next door. How did I forgot the name of my own street? I turn off the navigation on my phone, and walk over. I'm about to ring the doorbell when I hear, “Hey, Blondie.”
    “ I have a name,” I say, crossing my arms over my chest.
    “ Oh, I know,” Stephan smiles, and I swear my heart speeds up. What is up with that? “I just like torturing you.” And just like that, I'm broken from his spell.
    “ You have 5 minutes to entertain me before I leave,” I fake a yawn.
    He holds up his phone. “Nice pic. I see you know how to use your middle fingers very well.”
    I take a look at the picture of me, and smile. I actually look kind of good in this pic. “I could reenact the moment for you.” I'm about to flip him off when he takes my hand, and pulls me down the beach.
    “ Where are you taking me?” I ask, but continue to let him lead the way. I kind of like the butterflies I feel when he's touching my hand. “Are you kidnapping me?”
    I see him crack a smile. “Blondie, you are conceited.”
    “ I'm fucking Scarlett Ryan,” I joke. “Of course I'm full of myself.”
    He clears his throat. “You know, I'd kind of like to fuck Scar...”
    I cut him off. “Ewe. As if!” It's suddenly hot, and it definitely has nothing to do with the Florida humidity. “Like I'd give you the golden ticket. I'm not some cheap tramp.”
    He stops, and turns towards me. “I never said I'd get it for free.” He pushes my bangs behind my ear, and I shiver against him. He smirks, like he's proven something. “I'll work for it.”
    He leans closer, and I lick my lips in anticipation. His lips are literally half an inch from mine. I close my eyes, and he suddenly jerks away, laughing.
    “ I hate you.” Damn girl reactions.
    “ You wish you could hate me,” he winks. “But if you didn't like me, you would not be here with me now.”
    Damn, he's right. I hate that he's right. “I'm going to write a song about you.”
    “ Already in love with me?” He continues to pulls me down the beach, and I'm wondering where he's taking me.
    “ Yes, madly,” I roll my eyes. “I'm going to call it Stephan Montgomery is a Douchetard .”
    “ That hurt.” He pulls out his phone. “My Twitter has been blowing up ever since you tweeted me. A lot of 14 year old's are calling me a perv right now.”
    “ You are a perv,” I agree.
    “ Speaking of... We were going to finish this conversation about you want in my pants...”
    I pull out my phone, and ignore him. I'm about to scroll read the Tweets when he snatches my phone, and takes off running down the beach.
    “ HEY!” I run after him, but can't catch up. Two minutes later, he stops, and hands me my phone. I punch his arm.
    “ That hurt,” he says, rubbing the spot I hit.
    I look at my Twitter and see that he has tweeted from my account.
    OMG. @Stephan_Montgomery is the hottest