Faded (Rock Star Trilogy)

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Authors: Mercy Amare
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lot of guys. What if I can't compare?”
    I shake my head. “Stephan, I'm not a whore. I really haven't had sex with that many guys.”
    “Like how many?” he asks.
    I've never been in a relationship before, so I'm not sure if this is a normal question, but I answer anyway. “Like ten. But I wasn't dating any of them, and trust me; sex with you will be better. I actually have feelings for you.”
    “Oh.”
    “What about you?” Now I'm curious.
    “Three.”
    That's not so bad. “Anybody I know?”
    I can tell by the look on his face that he doesn't want to answer this question. “Is who really important?”
    It wasn't until I saw his reaction to the question. Now I'm curious. “Come on. I want to know.”
    “You know one of the girls. But first I have to tell you, it was only one time , and I was drunk. It meant nothing, and I have no feelings for the girl. Like at all.”
    “Okay.”
    “Zoe.”
    “Ew.” Zoe. Seriously, why her? Seriously, why couldn't it have been anybody but her ? Though, I guess it does explain why she was so territorial about Stephan that night at the races.
    “What about you? Ever been with anybody I know?”
    I laugh, and name off a few celebrities.
    “Wow. You had a crazy life before moving to Hope.”
    I nod my head. I truly did. And I can happily say, I am glad that chapter in my life is over. I lay my head back onto Stephan's chest, and just enjoy the serene surroundings.
     
    11:33 AM
    This life.
     
    I fell asleep on Stephan's chest, and he wakes me up by gently shaking me.
    “Hey, Scar, Alec says we need to get ready. Your mom is going to be here in an hour and a half,” he tells me.
    I'm awake now.
    When we walk back inside the house, Alec is setting up the camera. “The lighting here is perfect,” he explains. “You should wear blue. You look hot in blue.”
    Stephan is now glaring at Alec. “Dude, not cool.”
    Alec shrugs. “Fine. Wear whatever you want. But remember, millions of people are going to be watching this. At least fix your hair.”
    “Where is Bridgett?” I really need my sister right now.
    This isn't just for me . This is for Bridgett — for them adopting me and leaving her. This is for Stacy — for them kicking her out when she needed them the most. And this is for the grandchild my parents have never met, Anna. This is about them never taking responsibility for their actions, and for using me.
    “She's reading on the balcony,” he tells me.
    I run up the stairs and into my room. I walk out the double doors where Bridgett is lying in a lawn chair, holding a book. When she hears the doors open, she looks up at me.
    “It's so beautiful here,” she says, motioning towards the garden below. I nod my head in agreement.
    “We have to come back in the spring. You will love it here then,” I suggest.
    “Maybe. If you get a break.” She laughs.
    “When you have a life as crazy as mine, you learn to take breaks. Sometimes you just have to do stuff for yourself, even if it means pissing everybody else off.” It's then that I realize part of the reason why I ran. I don't want Bridgett or Stephan to be a part of this crazy life . I wanted them to have a shot at normal. Whether they realize it or not, their lives are about to be turned upside down… And I don't think they realize just how chaotic this life is.
    “Sounds reasonable.”
    I have to ask. “I want you to realize, we are about to start filming. If you want to back out, now is the time. Are you completely sure this life is what you want?”
    She looks at me, and without hesitation, she answers. “Scarlett, I have thought about it a lot. This is what I want, to be here with you, in this craziness. There is nowhere else I'd rather be.”
    I pull her into a hug. “I love you, Bridge. Don't ever forget that, okay?”
    “I love you, too.”
    We pull back. “Will you be there with me? When I confront her?”
    “Are you sure you want me there?” she asks. “It's so personal, Scar.”
    I nod my

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