FallonI regretted giving him my number almost immediately. Apparently, Dominos was getting angry that he kept calling them and asking them to approve of lyrics.So finally, three days after we started our weird partnership.Three days after the purposeful kiss.We were back to being whatever we were to begin with, the awkward girl and the pop star.We spent afternoons together walking on the beach, going to the aquarium, and eating.Zane loved eating.But he refused to eat anything without first savoring a few marshmallows, and when I asked him about it, he got so defensive I dropped the subject for fear he was going to be the celebrity that threw his drink in my face and stalked off.Mags still begged for information.But I was a vault.That, and I didn't really know what to tell her.It was kind of... not embarrassing? I don't know what it was, I couldn't really put my finger on it. Maybe it was my pride, because explaining to her that he was paying me to be like a paid
ZaneIt was getting harder.Everything was getting harder.And I really meant everything.Mentally.And physically.Ignoring the fact that every time I saw her, I felt my chest flutter like a damn girl - I looked forward to seeing her.That was bad news.She was bad news.I was leaving, no chance in hell did I want to stay in Seaside for longer than I had to. Besides, it wasn't like she was staying local anyway.We made it to the beach in record time. I was so lost in my thoughts that I nearly collided with a rock and just barely missed it by jumping down the rest of the way onto the sand."Easy ninja, you don't want to break a leg before you start touring again," Fallon said in a teasing tone.God, I really needed her to stop talking right now.Or, just. Ever.I stayed away from girls for a reason - sure I was photographed numerous times with girls hanging all over me, and yeah I'd kissed hundreds of them, but they were never fans, they were never normal, they were act
FallonFriends. I think I hated that word. Maybe he did too? I couldn't read him, and I'd always thought I was good at that, reading people, observing, watching. He tensed at the strangest moments, hunched his shoulders in crowds as if he was afraid someone was going to shank him, and he was more comfortable naked than with clothes on.Four days in, and I wasn't any closer to figuring out Zane Andrews, if anything, he was getting more and more complicated, like a maze that twisted every time you thought you had the way out decided."I need food." Zane said a few minutes later, we'd been sitting on the beach holding hands in silence for ten minutes.I had no idea what it meant.To me? More than it should.To him? I was probably just a body, a hand, a small hand that fit in his gruff hands. Calluses from playing guitar rose over his rough palm, they kissed my soft skin, causing a friction that reminded me too much about who he was compared to me.He was like a shark, claiming he
Zane"Every time," Grandma whispered in her frail voice. "Every single time you get sad or scared... know that I'll always be with you." Her knotted arthritic hand touched my face. "I love you, Zane.""But..." I sobbed against the blankets, the blankets that smelled like her vanilla perfume and roses. "How will I know you're with me? How will I know if I can't feel you!" She was dying. And it was my fault. She always gave me her food. Every single time. She said I was a growing boy. And I was always hungry, but she needed meatloaf too! I told her so all the time, but she said she was fine with just a few bites.She always gave me the bigger portion.And watered down her own milk so I'd have some for dinner.It was one of my favorites. Cold milk.Memories of better days assaulted me.I was only seven.She took my sisters and me in when our parents abandoned us for drugs.And now she was leaving too.Why did everyone leave?Sobs wracked my body as Grandma hugged me with all
FallonIf two weeks ago anyone would have told me that lead singer of AD2, Alec Daniels, was going to be driving me to my house. I would have laughed in their face then stuttered out a jumble of words that made no sense.But I was too angry to even speak.So I stared at the really nice dashboard and wondered how many cows had to die to make all that leather.The seats were comfortable.And I was immediately set at ease when my feet kicked at a pack of size two diapers.He may be a rockstar, but he wasn't a bachelor, as if I needed further proof, a huge car seat took up half of the space in the back, complete with one of those mommy mirrors and enough toys hanging from the handle that the poor child probably experienced sensory overload every single car ride."So," Alec tapped his lean fingers against the steering wheel, the beat in the background was unmistakable, Gabe Hyde, another huge music name who'd gone on tour with AD2. I needed to blot that out of my memory if I was ev
ZaneSaint: Talk to me.Saint: Fallon...Saint: I'm sorry.Saint: We need to talk.Saint: Look, ignore me all you want but I refuse to go away. I'm like a disease.I stared down at my phone. In all my desperation, I was pretty sure I just told the girl I care about that I was like a disease. And I wasn't even drunk. It was a completely sober text. Damn it.Saint: But a good disease.Shit. I just made it worse.Saint: The kind you want?Fallon: YOU ARE DRIVING ME INSANE! Name one disease that I would actually want, and I'll talk to you.I frowned down at my phone and quickly Googled diseases that were helpful to humans, naturally I got nothing, so I made one up.Saint: Zanism. Heard girls get all hot and bothered, some even faint. Ever heard of it?Fallon: Nope. Sorry.Groaning, I stared up at her house. It had been seven days of ignored texts and phone calls.Seven. Days.I didn't text the first night because I knew it was smart to let her cool off, but
FallonHe needed to stop kissing me. It wasn't fair. To either of us, but mainly in our current situation - it wasn't fair to me. To girls like me in general.His mouth hungrily nipped at mine, as his lips explored.I put a hand between us to create some space and took a step back, Zane's breathing was heavy, laborious, his eyes wild. "What's wrong?""You.""Me," he repeated dumbly, then took another threatening step toward me, this time tugging my body against his while he swallowed kiss after kiss until I lost count of how many times our lips brushed - or the number of moans he emitted out of me as he angled his head different ways, pressing his hands to my hips then running them up my body until I trembled.I felt thoroughly seduced.And taken advantage of."You're," I said between small, heated, wet kisses. "Paying." He was persistent, I'd give him that, but I couldn't let myself fall for it, fall for the guy who was ninety-nine percent wrong and maybe one percent right.
ZaneI slept like shit most of the night, tossing and turning as nightmares haunted me as if I was experiencing them all over again."Come on, Zane." She giggled. "What's the big deal? Touch me.""I'm busy." I yawned and snagged my AP Psych book in an attempt to put some distance between me and Cassie, just another girl in a blur of girls whose only goal in life was to get me to jump between her thighs.But I didn't have time for that life.I ran the entire way to the house I'd been living in for the past three months. Rejection heated my face as I ducked and tried to run up the stairs."Zane!" Mrs. Angel shouted my name with glee. "I've been waiting for you."Great.When wasn't she waiting for me?"Come have a snack!""I ate."Silence and then. "I provide a roof over your head, the least you can do is try my chocolate chip cookies. I made them just for you."Yeah, I bet she did.I avoided eye contact as I hurriedly jogged into the kitchen and tried to swipe a cookie o