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I saw worry etched on his face. A couple tears escaped. I couldn’t do this. I needed to be alone. I got up and ran to my room locking the door behind me.
    Jeremy Roberts was the reason I hated rock stars.
    We met when I was a senior in high school. I was almost eighteen, and he was twenty. He played bass in a local band named Gigawatts. He was the bad boy rocker, and I was the punk rock girl, we clicked. It ended very badly, and I swore off his kind forever. 

 
    CHAPTER THREE
    Imperfect
     
    Jake
     
    As soon as I made it to their room they started ragging on me.
    “Dude , she’s so fucking hot!” Blake yelled. “I’m definitely not pissed at you for giving our room away. Though, I would have given it to us so that you could’ve hopped in the sack with her. That would have been the smart thing to do.”
    “She can sit on my face anytime.” Derek chimed in.
    “If either of you even look at her the wrong way again I’ll castrate you. She’s off limits!” I said seriously.
    “Whoa, is Jake Parker actually serious about a girl?” Derek choked.
    “I like her alright. She’s different, and I don’t need you assholes making her run for the hills by scaring her with your shenanigans.”
    “She seems nice, Jake. I hope it works out for you.” Kevin said genuinely.
    “Thanks Kev.”
    We were stoked about our show tonight at Terminal 22. It was sold out, and judging by our social media networks it was going to be an awesome crowd. I told them to get their asses in gear and not to be late for sound check. I hurried back to my room hoping to have some breakfast with Aubrey before sound check and pre-show stuff. I looked at her sitting at the table. At first I thought she looked content, but then I realized that she looked as if she was in pain. My automatic response was to hold her. I practically sprinted over to her. Her eyes were glassy with unshed tears. I wondered what could have happened in the fifteen minutes that I was gone. I couldn’t even get her to look at me. Was she having an anxiety attack? I had no idea what to do in situations like this. As soon as I touched her beautiful face she flinched and ran away.
    I asked Brett if he knew what happened. He said that he didn’t have a clue, but mentioned that she was on her phone. I picked it up and saw that it was locked. If someone was going to start shit with her because of me, they were going to have to deal with me. I felt guilty for invading her privacy, but it seemed more imperative to find out what the fuck happened. I tried her birthday, a little piece of info that I finagled out of her last night at dinner. Bingo. I scrolled through her texts. They mostly consisted of people saying that they saw our picture on the Internet, no biggie. Others wanted to know what our relationship was. I wasn’t surprised to see that she didn’t respond to any of them. The most recent one was from a Jeremy.
    Bre -bre, saw you on news this morning. Looks like you like banging rock-stars after all…
    I was livid . Whoever this was must have been who upset her. Even I could tell that Aubrey wasn’t that kind of girl. I wished that I could have reached through the phone and choked him. I decided that I needed to see if I could get her to talk to me. I needed to calm the fuck down first. I took a deep breath and focused on the task at hand. Once I had my composure back I slowly walked to her door and knocked.
    “Aubrey, it’s Jake. Can you open the door? I just want to make sure that you’re okay.” I pleaded softly.
    I didn’t get a response for a minute. I knocked again and was getting ready to break down the door when she finally came and unlocked the door. She went right back to the bed and buried her face in a pillow. I followed her over to the bed. She seemed so desolate. It was killing me.
    “Aubrey, I’m going to sit down next to you.” I moved very slowly. “Is it about the messages? I’m sorry. I didn’t think about the effect it would have on you.