Page 65 of How to Catch a Rockstar

Unlike my excitement with Aurora. She never threw herself at me. She’s prickly as a pear.

Enough! There’s no sense obsessing over Aurora when I can’t have her.

I need to get over her. I need to get her taste, her feel, out of my mind.

Mike steers me toward the press room. It’s packed from wall to wall with female fans. They notice us and begin screaming. I smile. I know the perfect way to stop obsessing about Aurora.

“Jett! Jett!”

“Over here, Jett!”

“I can rock your world, Jett!”

I wink at the female fans screaming for me. “Later,” I promise.

Gibson scowls at me when I take my place on the sofa next to him. “What the hell are you doing?”

“I’m meeting and greeting the fans.”

“You can’t flirt with the fans.”

“Why not? Are you jealous?”

He glares at me. “I’m not jealous. But you are fucking stupid.”

“I’m not stupid,” I grit out.

He raises an eyebrow. “Oh really? You’re not ruining the best thing in your life by flirting with fans who mean nothing to you?”

“I don’t know what you’re talking about.” I focus my gaze forward. I’m not having this discussion with him. Not here. Not now. Not ever.

“You can pretend to ignore me all you want. You know I’m right.”

“You don’t know jack shit.”

I start to stand. I’ll find somewhere else to sit. But he stops me with a hand on my thigh.

“I do know jack shit. I know all about your past. I know why you’re scared. You need to stop running from your past before you lose the chance of a beautiful future.”

“My future is rock ‘n roll and this band. There’s no white picket fence in my future. I know better than to drink the Kool-Aid.”

I pull away from him and find a spot next to Fender. At least grumpapottamus won’t talk to me. He grunts at me and I hold up a hand.

“Not you, too. I don’t need my bandmates to manage my life.”

“You’re making a mistake.”

“I haven’t done anything. I’m sitting here waiting for this meet and greet to begin.”

He growls. “Don’t let your past ruin your future.”

I throw up my hands. “Is everyone going to tell me how to live my life?”

Cash and Dylan nod from where they’re sitting across from us.

I cross my arms over my chest. My bandmates are my best friends, my family, but they don’t know what’s best for me. They don’t know everything.

“Time for our group picture,” Aurora announces.

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