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You.”
    It’s a hit by the band Paramore, which is fronted by a tiny, flame-haired pixie of a woman (although she has a voice that can belt it out with the best of ‘em). Anyway, the song is a fun, energetic romp – but it’s pretty girly, all about butterflies and love and holding hands and still being into her boyfriend of five years.
    And here Derek was performing it.
    He must have told the band when I wasn’t listening, because it hadn’t been included on the set list they’d decided on in the limo.
    He’d planned it, with the sole intention of surprising me.
    I was a little amused at how many ‘chick songs’ he had performed tonight – Katy Perry? Hayley from Paramore? (Although Perry Farrell of Jane’s Addiction has a higher voice than either of them on “Been Caught Stealing.”) A less secure rock dude might not have opened himself up to the snarky comments. But every song originally sung by a woman, Derek turned into something unmistakably masculine – sometimes dark, always driving and aggressive and testosterone-soaked.
    And he was singing it to me.
    He was gazing right into my eyes as he belted out the chorus.
    “Still Into You.”
    Like a coded message for me alone.
    And then he turned back to his adoring female fans, and jealousy surged up and gnawed at my guts a little more.
    Apparently I wasn’t the only one affected by the green-eyed monster, because I looked over and saw Mara looking at me like she wanted to kill me.
    Not an attractive look on a 17-year-old… and not attractive on a 23-year-old, either, I told myself.
    I went back to watching the show, and tried to tune out all the lithe, nubile female forms out in the audience gyrating to the music and beckoning with their bodies.
    But the jealousy was still there.

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    Thirty minutes and two encores later, Derek concluded the show with, “Good night, Los Angeles! Now grab somebody next to you and go get laid!” before he walked offstage to rapturous female screaming.
    I guess that’s another reason guys liked Bigger concerts: they had a better chance of scoring afterwards.
    As the band walked offstage, they were dripping with sweat. Derek and Riley in particular looked like they’d been dunked in a swimming pool.
    On most people it would have looked gross. It certainly did on Riley.
    On Derek Kane, it looked like a personal invitation to have your brains fucked out.
    And the smell of him – not just the musk of his deodorant, but the testosterone or pheromones he exuded – it was enough to drive me wild. I’d heard about some woman who started a speed dating thing were you had to sleep in a t-shirt for three days, then bring it to the meet-up. The idea was that attraction really is chemical, and you’ll know someone you’re attracted to by the scent they give off. If you can get past the idea of a bunch of strangers smelling each others’ clothes, it’s actually kind of ingenious. She said that she got the idea because even when her boyfriend smelled ‘objectively bad’ – as in, other people would have wrinkled their noses – she still thought he smelled good.
    Derek Kane smelled like that.
    Like sex.
    Like delirious, animalistic sex.
    I had to contain myself as he walked up to me, all smiles beneath his sunglasses. “So – did you like the show?”
    “It was pretty good,” I said, the Queen of Understatement.
    “Pretty good,” he scoffed. “We rocked. ”
    Then he turned to Mara and Casey. “What did my two girlfriends think?”
    “IT WAS AWESOME!” they screeched simultaneously, at a pitch only fully audible by bats and dolphins.
    Ryan walked up behind him, a dour look on his face. “I thought you were going to tone it down.”
    Derek grinned. “That was me toning it down.” Then he turned to Mara. “ You didn’t mind, did you?”
    She shook her head ‘no’ and squealed.
    “Yeah, well, I’ll let you explain that to my mom,” Ryan said with a dark smile as he walked on past.
    “Great,” Derek muttered