The Rock Star Trilogy 01 - Jaded

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    “ I resent that,” I hear a voice behind me. I know who that voice belongs to without looking. He takes a seat beside me. “Besides the gorgeous eyes part. That is true.”
    Thor looks annoyed. “Scarlett, this is my little brother, Stephan.”
    “ Little? He's 2 days older than me,” Stephan immediately clarifies.
    I look between the two. “You're brothers? And how is he two days older?” I am very confused.
    “ STEPBROTHER . My mom didn't choose the best candidate for husband,” Stephan smarts off.
    “ Whatever.” I turn my attention back blue eyed boy in front of me. I've already decided that Thor and I will be good friends. “So, Thor , you were going to tell me your name....”
    “ Thor?” Stephan questions.
    “ He reminds me of Thor, you know, the Greek god,” I answer.
    Stephan makes a gagging noise. I ignore him.
    “ I'm Ethan James,” he answers, shooting an annoyed look at his brother. “And that guy with the snarky attitude was just leaving.”
    Stephan puts his arm around me. “I think the lady said gorgeous before she said snarky attitude .”
    I toss his arm off me.
    “ Fine, I can take a hint.” He gets up, leaving me and Ethan sitting there.
    Ethan watches his brother leave. Once he's out of earshot, he turns back to me. “So, how are you liking public school so far?”
    I shrug. “It's ok. You and douchetard are the only one's who have spoken to me though. I think everybody else is intimidated.”
    He laughs at my douchetard comment. “They are just all starstruck. Soon they will be following you around, asking you for your autograph...” Before he finishes the sentence, a group of girls come up to me. They begin telling me how much they love me, I sign a couple autographs, and as soon as everybody else see's, they are lining up through the cafeteria.
    And the madness begins...

    3:05 pm
    With my middle fingers up.

    After lunch, the craziness continues. I pretty much have to shut my car door in people's faces to get them to leave.
    I lean my head against the warm leather seats and sigh. I'm so glad that the day is over. I crank up the radio and smile as I hear my song come on the radio. Four years later, I still get excited when I hear myself over the air.
    As I pull out of the parking lot, I look in my rearview mirror and see that people are staring at me as I leave. I scream out in frustration, but quickly remind myself this is what I wanted. I wanted to be a rock star. Music is my passion. It's worth it. Or, at least, it used to be.
    My cell phone rings, and I smile, hearing Alec's beautiful voice sing to me. He recorded a special ringtone for me last year, and I love it.
    “ I miss you,” I answer.
    “ You too, babe,” he agrees.
    Ok, I know what you're thinking, but it's not like that between Alec and me. We are friends, yes, but nothing more. Not that I don't find Alec sexy, he is absolutely gorgeous! He's one of the sexiest guys on the planet, number five according to People magazine, but he's just an adorable big brother to me. Well, besides that one time we were really drunk, but I don't like to think about that night. We both just agreed to forget. Not that we could for a while. There were pictures of us making out, basically raping each other in public. It was very embarrassing.
    “ How are you liking your normal life?” he asks with humor in his voice. He thinks I'm silly for wanting normal.
    I sigh. “Well, I made a friend,” I say, thinking of Ethan. “But, my life is anything but normal. Everybody followed me around, asking for autographs all day. I thought Hope High School was small, but I feel like I signed all day. Certainly I would have gotten everybody by now.”
    “ Well, you are the hottest rock star on the planet ...” he pauses, and then adds, “besides me, that is.”
    I roll my eyes, but nearly drop my phone as I pull up to my beachfront home. I scream out in frustration. There a mobs of people standing outside my house. “ ARGH ! I have to go! I have a situation to deal with.”
    I click off my phone, and shoot my dad an email telling him I need security. He replies in less than a minute. I told you so, is the first line of his reply. Then he gives me the details of the guys who will be here in an hour. I shut off my car, and boldly face the paparazzi.
    I push my way through the crowds of people. They're all screaming my name, shoving microphones at my mouth, and taking pictures. I walk into my house, turn around, smile,