Bad Boy Rock Star by Candy J Starr Read Free Book Online Page B

answer, a girl ran over and threw her arms around him. In amongst the hugs and screeching, I’d been forgotten.
    I leaned against the wall, trying to process this. Eric seemed like a pretty nice guy and he wasn’t at all freaked out. As I looked around the room, I realized I was the only normal one here. Someone had put on a DVD and the weird music from the concert pumped through the room. It wasn’t rock like Storm played and it sure as hell wasn’t pop. Just seemed like a constant wailing. A couple of girls in hippy dresses danced to it, writhing like snakes with the bracelets on their arms clattering.
    And there were two guys helping themselves to food out of the fridge. Just pulling things out and making sandwiches. Even though it wasn’t their house. Who does that? Had they been raised by wolves?
    " Hey, it’s the tortured princess."
    The girl with the long black hair threw her arm around me. I hate people touching me. And why was she calling me tortured princess? Had Jack called me that? I looked around for him but couldn’t see him. Maybe he was still in the bathroom. That was a nasty thing to call someone.
    " Having a good time, princess," she asked then glanced at someone across the room and they both laughed.
    " What’s funny?" I asked.
    But the girl kept laughing. She looked at me as though she was about to say something then doubled over laughing again.
    I squirmed out of her arm and headed to the courtyard, trying to get away from these freaks. I’d get the GPS working on my phone then I could work out a way to get home. I sat on the wooden bench to one side, trying to get a WIFI connection. I had some money in the bank. If I got a cab, I could stop at an ATM and make a withdrawal. It’d be short on money for food for the week but better that than suffering through this night.
    The door slid open. I wasn’t in the mood to socialize and I wished whoever it was would go away and leave me alone.
    " Hannah. Hey, Hannah." It was Spud. I think of the entire band, Spud hated me the most. Or maybe Jack hated me the most and Spud just copied him. I didn’t even know who hated me the most. I just wanted to go home.
    I got up to leave but Spud pulled me back down on the seat.
    "Don’t go yet, Hannah. We need to get to know each other."
    If he even thought about "getting to know each other" in any sense that involved his body coming into contact with mine, I’d kick him in the balls. This party was shit. I felt like shit. I don’t even know why I was here.
    Spud didn’t move any closer though. Instead he pulled a joint out of his pocket and lit it. He took a deep drag then handed it to me.
    I waved it away.
    "Oh, come on, Hannah. Don’t rich girls like you do pot? You into the good stuff, huh?"
    I nodded my head.
    Okay, now I might sound like I’m lame and all goody-two-shoes but I’ve never done any drugs at all. It’s not a moral thing. Well, maybe it is. See, growing up, going to parties all that, I’d had one idea planted in my head.
    If you do drugs, you get caught. And, if you get caught, you end up in the papers and that will cause a SCANDAL.
    Of course, the "you" in that sentence wasn’t a general "you" but a very specific me "you". See, when you are richer than most people, you are also of more interest than most people. So, I’d grown up thinking a scandal was the thing I had to avoid most. If you had your name in the paper, it had to be in the business section or the social section. Not the front pages.
    " Come on, a tiny tote won’t hurt you. Might relax you a bit, you are all tense."
    I crouched on the edge of the seat, my hands fidgeting in my lap. Through the doors, I could see Jack and the black-haired girl watching me and laughing.
    Screw them. Screw everyone. I took the joint from Spud and took a big drag on it.
    Then I coughed. And I coughed. I thought my lungs would come up my throat and splatter all over the ground. Spud slapped me on the back.
    " That’s the way, Hannah."
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