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myself. I was repeating that it didn’t matter that he wasn’t into me.
It was better. If he was hitting on me and being sweet, I might have been
fooled by his sweet brother stories. I might have taken the bait and let him
in. God knew I wanted to. I couldn’t deny the attraction, regardless of the fact that ninety percent of what he said was disturbing. The
other ten percent was the best and that was all my brain focused on. Not the
good brain though. Not the one in my head.
    I caught up to Gerry
in the book section. He flipped up one with some hot, young actor on the cover.
I wagged my eyebrows at him. He laughed, “Crackers in bed would go unnoticed.”
    I tossed my veggies in
the cart.
    He gave me a look,
“You okay?”
    I nodded, “Yeah. Just
getting stressed, you know. School starting and stuff.”
    I grabbed something
with a sexy cover from the table and read the back of the book. Instantly
intrigued, I tossed it into the cart. He gave me a look, “Why read those, when
you have the real thing in your house?”
    My eyes almost rolled
on their own, “Yeah, right.”
    He gave me a serious
look, “He talks about you an awful lot.”
    “Talks shit about me
and then sleeps with everything he sees, no thanks.”
    The grin on his lips
was infectious, “Maybe he sleeps with them to make you jealous and he doesn’t
talk shit. He talks about smart, and clean, and organized, and Erin says this,
and Erin says that. Erin doesn’t like mushrooms unless they’re minced really
small, and Erin thinks she’s so brave, but I see the way she brushes her hand
against her mace. He likes you. You should give him a chance. He’s sweet when
he’s not trying to be the lead singer.” His words burned my insides with
fluttering and the hopeful possibility.
    I glanced over at the
tramp stamp on the girl he was with and scowled, “Not going to happen, so quit.
He has a better chance with you than me.”
    Gerry scoffed,
“Please. I don’t do baggage. I don’t date anyone in the band anyway. I can’t
focus on more than one thing at a time.” He pushed the cart over to where
Lochlan and the girl, with the tight ass in the skinny jeans, were laughing.
    I snatched my things
from Lochlan’s cart and shoved them into Gerry’s. I passed him the cash, “I have
to go to the bathroom.” He gave me a look but I ignored it. I walked away and
hoped Lochlan would get a ride home with the tramp stamp girl.
    I was just sliding the
lock when two girls started to talk from other stalls.
    “Did you see Lochlan
Barlow is in here? He’s with Gerry Ronson. Like oh my God!”
    “Oh my God girl, I
know. He was so hot on America’s Most Talented Stars. Seriously. I voted for
him every night. I couldn’t believe when he got kicked off the show.”
    Had I been under a
rock? He was on a show? That was how everyone knew him.
    They continued to
natter on, “He beat the crap out of some guy backstage one night.”
    “I don’t give a
shit—that makes him hotter. What were they thinking? He’s smoking and
unruly. I heard that he’s single. I am so glad he joined Thin Ice.”
    “I know, right. He’s
been with them for like a couple weeks. We should go one night to one of the
bars. My cousin Mandy went and said Lochlan kissed her after a show.”
    My guts were burning.
I felt nauseous. He was such a pig; why did they care what he was doing?
Chasing celebrities made no sense to me. They were just people. Usually sleazy people.
    I flushed and walked
out of the stall. I wondered if he was an actual musician, like a good one? If
he was, that meant it was his first time in a band because he was an actual
singer …who could do the show alone. He was famous and I was mocking him
constantly and calling him a starving artist. Oh God. How had I not known?
    I hated nothing like I
did reality TV. I hadn’t watched anything since the first season of The
Bachelorette. I liked crime dramas better. I washed my hands and looked up at
the perplexed look on my