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that about?"
I fixed my best friend with my most innocent look. Granted it wasn't very innocent. I was always a terrible liar, at least face-to-face, and Kayla had an uncanny ability to tell when I was bullshitting. Still, I wasn't going to tell her the truth. I was still hoping I could figure out a way by the end of the night to explain all of this away.
"I have no idea!" I shouted over the crowd.
I glanced through that crowd. I was definitely getting some very interesting looks from the women surrounding us. Some were looking at me with obvious jealousy. Others were staring with outright hostility. I suddenly felt very uncomfortable being surrounded by all these women who would kill to have the experience I'd just had. And once more I found myself reflecting on the irony that it was probably precisely because I wasn't willing to kill to have that experience that I'd had the experience in the first place. It was as though he was drawn to a woman who didn't immediately see the rock star.
Interesting. Very interesting. Not at all what I would have expected from a man who'd probably had women throwing themselves at him for years because of who he was and what he did.
"You're not telling me the truth," Kayla said. "Out with it. Do you know Grant or something?"
"I don't know Grant! I swear!" I held my hands up in a defensive gesture.
What I was telling her was the truth. Mostly. I didn't know Grant. I'd just met him briefly in that diner. So what if what I was feeding her was only the truth from a certain point of view? The fact stood that everything I said was one hundred percent the truth even if it wasn't exactly the truth she was looking for. She just wasn't asking the right questions, and that wasn't my fault.
"There's something you're not telling me," Kayla said.
I cocked an eyebrow at her. Let her have her suspicions. It's not like anything else was going to happen. He'd had his fun. He'd come up and embarrassed me in front of my friend and thousands of women in the arena. I figured that was where it was going to end. I hoped that was where it was going to end.
And yet, deep down there was a part of me that desperately didn't want that to be where it ended. I kept thinking of how wonderful his eyes looked as they stared into mine. I kept thinking about how delicious his ass was in those tight jeans as he walked away from me. I could watch that man walking away all day long and never get tired of it.
"I'm watching you!" Kayla said.
I couldn't help but laugh. What the hell was that supposed to mean? Of course she was watching me. She was standing right next to me! She couldn't very well not watch me.
I shook my head and sat down as the next song started. I figured the excitement was over, and to be perfectly honest I needed to have a seat and rest for a minute. I was still feeling a little shaky, a little weak in the knees, from that brief perfect moment of contact.
Not that I was swooning for Grant. No way. I just needed a quick rest. That's all.
8: Star Struck
I thought it was over. I was lulled into a false sense of security because I didn't feel my phone buzz in my back pocket. After that brief hand hold he would glance down and smile at me in particular every time he passed by, hell I even got a couple of weird looks from the other guys in the band which got me an elbow from Kayla every time, but there were no more over-the-top performances with him going down on one knee and begging me to acknowledge him.
As the concert went on I felt a sense of disappointment that there were no more repeat performances. I was kicking myself for feeling that disappointment, but I suppose the heart wants what the heart wants even if the mind is screaming that this is a notorious band that I'd hated my entire life and what the hell did I think I was doing betraying myself by mooning over the lead singer like one of those silly girls I used to make fun of?
I stomped down on that voice. It could
I fixed my best friend with my most innocent look. Granted it wasn't very innocent. I was always a terrible liar, at least face-to-face, and Kayla had an uncanny ability to tell when I was bullshitting. Still, I wasn't going to tell her the truth. I was still hoping I could figure out a way by the end of the night to explain all of this away.
"I have no idea!" I shouted over the crowd.
I glanced through that crowd. I was definitely getting some very interesting looks from the women surrounding us. Some were looking at me with obvious jealousy. Others were staring with outright hostility. I suddenly felt very uncomfortable being surrounded by all these women who would kill to have the experience I'd just had. And once more I found myself reflecting on the irony that it was probably precisely because I wasn't willing to kill to have that experience that I'd had the experience in the first place. It was as though he was drawn to a woman who didn't immediately see the rock star.
Interesting. Very interesting. Not at all what I would have expected from a man who'd probably had women throwing themselves at him for years because of who he was and what he did.
"You're not telling me the truth," Kayla said. "Out with it. Do you know Grant or something?"
"I don't know Grant! I swear!" I held my hands up in a defensive gesture.
What I was telling her was the truth. Mostly. I didn't know Grant. I'd just met him briefly in that diner. So what if what I was feeding her was only the truth from a certain point of view? The fact stood that everything I said was one hundred percent the truth even if it wasn't exactly the truth she was looking for. She just wasn't asking the right questions, and that wasn't my fault.
"There's something you're not telling me," Kayla said.
I cocked an eyebrow at her. Let her have her suspicions. It's not like anything else was going to happen. He'd had his fun. He'd come up and embarrassed me in front of my friend and thousands of women in the arena. I figured that was where it was going to end. I hoped that was where it was going to end.
And yet, deep down there was a part of me that desperately didn't want that to be where it ended. I kept thinking of how wonderful his eyes looked as they stared into mine. I kept thinking about how delicious his ass was in those tight jeans as he walked away from me. I could watch that man walking away all day long and never get tired of it.
"I'm watching you!" Kayla said.
I couldn't help but laugh. What the hell was that supposed to mean? Of course she was watching me. She was standing right next to me! She couldn't very well not watch me.
I shook my head and sat down as the next song started. I figured the excitement was over, and to be perfectly honest I needed to have a seat and rest for a minute. I was still feeling a little shaky, a little weak in the knees, from that brief perfect moment of contact.
Not that I was swooning for Grant. No way. I just needed a quick rest. That's all.
8: Star Struck
I thought it was over. I was lulled into a false sense of security because I didn't feel my phone buzz in my back pocket. After that brief hand hold he would glance down and smile at me in particular every time he passed by, hell I even got a couple of weird looks from the other guys in the band which got me an elbow from Kayla every time, but there were no more over-the-top performances with him going down on one knee and begging me to acknowledge him.
As the concert went on I felt a sense of disappointment that there were no more repeat performances. I was kicking myself for feeling that disappointment, but I suppose the heart wants what the heart wants even if the mind is screaming that this is a notorious band that I'd hated my entire life and what the hell did I think I was doing betraying myself by mooning over the lead singer like one of those silly girls I used to make fun of?
I stomped down on that voice. It could
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