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A Rockstar's Heart

Novel By: IceBreaker

(FINISHED) Bethany Borges is a girl who falls for a rockstar. Then it turns out that he isn't as perfect as it seems. View table of contents...


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Submitted:Apr 28, 2012    Reads: 248    Comments: 1    Likes: 2   

Sorry this chapter may also be short

Chapter 15: Lance's feelings

I went home that night and couldn't stop thinking about this whole Lance and Logan situation. I guess it was sort of my fault they were against each other. If I would have never known them, they'll still be friends and Lance would still be in the band.

I wanted to swing by Lance's house to talk to him. Lecture him maybe. Maybe to tell him to apologize to Logan so that he can get back into the band. This was his dream.

But Logan told me he didn't want me to get anywhere near Lance. Now, in Logan's eyes, Lance was the enemy. He wasn't in our group. He was the odd one out now. Nonexistent.

I got home and my mom was making dinner. "You never cook." I told her as I threw my keys on the coffee table. She smiled. "I know. Very rare for me but hey, haven't cooked in about nine years. I want to start again."

"Is dad at work?" I asked. She nodded. "Did you have fun with Logan?"

"Yeah…it was fun." I said sitting in a chair in the kitchen. "Something wrong?" She asked. I sighed and rested my elbow on the table. "I think I had something to do for why Logan and his guitar playing best friend aren't friends anymore."

"Why do you think you had something to do with it?"

"His friend's name is Lance and he kissed me the other night." I said. My mom turned and looked at me. "Did you kiss him back?"

I shook my head. "I wasn't thinking about what was going on at that moment. My mind was more on what Logan was going to say once he found out."

"And was he mad?" She asked breaking spaghetti noodles and putting them in a pot full of water.

"Well he punched Lance in the nose and made him bleed but lance didn't seem to be affected by it very much."

"So it's like a love triangle?" My mom asked.

"I don't think Lance loves me."

"Well he took a bloody nose for you. His feelings must be deep."

I shrugged and looked down at the tile kitchen floor.

"Oh speaking of which. A boy name Lance or Luther or something like that did call today. I'm just now remembering."

"What?" I asked. She nodded. "Yeah. He was looking for you."

"How would he get my number?" She shrugged. "Maybe Logan gave it to him." I got up and went to the phone and press star 69.

Lance picked up the phone. "Hey." He said. His voice was low and he mysteriously sounded sexy.

"You called my house?" I asked. There was a pause.

"Can you come meet me somewhere?" He asked. I sighed over the phone.

"Let me guess, your alcoholic boyfriend told you not to. That's so like him."

"I feel guilty. I feel like it's my fault you are out of the band."

"It's not your fault, Bethany. I did that to myself. I knew exactly what would happen if I kissed you. Thing is, I didn't care and I still don't."

"Lance, you know I can't be with you. I don't see you in that way."

"Not yet." He muttered.

"Just apologize to Logan so you can get back in the band because I really do feel bad."

"It's fine, Bethany. Leave it alone."

"I can't."


"Lance, just apologize."

"Logan has never apologized for fucking my girlfriends. All I did was kiss you. I apologized to you because you're in love with someone else. And you don't feel that for me and I kissed you against your will. He doesn't deserve any kind of apology."

"So did you use me to get back at Logan or did you actually like me?"

"I do like you." He said. I stayed quiet. I didn't know if I should hang up now or not. "I know you do." I whispered. He was quiet on the other line but I could hear his breathing. I closed my eyes for a second. "I have to go, Lance."

"I know." He said. I took the phone away from my ear and I hung up the phone. My mom then came into the room. "Everything okay?" I shook my head and looked up at her. "No. It's not okay."

I went to bed alone. I didn't know what to do. I guess maybe if Lance knew what he was doing then he wanted to be out of the band.

The next morning, I got up, took a shower, washed my face, brushed my teeth and put on a pair of dark blue ripped jeans. A black short sleeved shirt and black boots. There was a black head band in my hair and I curled it to make it curly. I put on my pink lip-gloss and black eyeliner.

"Beth! Someone is here to see you!" My dad called. An immediate smile appeared on my face. I knew it was Logan. He normally picks me up and we have sex in the back seat of his car before he drives me to school.

I grabbed my jean jacket and book bag and ran down the stairs. As I got down there, it wasn't Logan who was standing there talking to my dad. It was Lance. My smile vanished. "What are you doing here?" I asked. He looked at me and smiled. "I'm here to take you to school." He said innocently.

"You broke up with Larry?" My dad asked. I sighed and rolled my eyes. "It's Logan and no I didn't break up with him. This is….was his friend, Lance." I said.

"Lance. How are you?" My dad held out his hand and Lance accepted it and smiled. Then he looked at me. "Ready?"

"No. I'm not ready. Logan is supposed to be picking me up."

"Change of plans." Lance said with a bright smile.

"No. There is no change of plans. Logan will be upset if he sees you here."

"What the hell is going on?" My dad asked. I looked at him. "Dad, can you……?"

"Yeah. Yeah." He walked pass us into the living room." Lance kept his blue eyes on mine. "I know you said leave you alone but I decided not to. Just let me take you to school so we can talk."

"What is there to talk about?"

"Beth….." He breathed.

"No you should go before….." A car suddenly pulled up to the driveway. Fuck. I knew it was Logan. I bit my lip and I heard the car door open and then slam shut. I knew he saw Lance's car outside. I closed my eyes as there was a hard knock at the door. I went to it and answered it. Logan came in and glared at Lance. "What the hell are you doing here?" He asked.

"He was about to take me to school but I was telling him no."

"What part of no do you not understand?" Logan asked still glaring at Lance.

"It was going to be innocent." Lance said smiling. Logan walked over until he was face to face with Lance. "Stay the fuck away from my girlfriend." He said with menace in his voice. It honestly scared me. "She's mine." He said.

"What's going on?" my dad asked as he came in the hallway. "Nothing sir." Logan said taking a few steps away from Lance and flashing a smile at my dad. "Oh hey Lenny. Good to see you again." dad said. I sighed and ran my fingers through my black curly hair.

"It was nice meeting you, Lance. My dad said smiling at him. Lance's blue eyes glanced into mine before they went to my dad. "Oh. Nice to meet you also sir. I hope to be seeing you and your daughter again soon." He winked at me before opening the screen door and walking out of the house. Logan leaned against the wall and closed his eyes.

"You two should get going. Don't want to be late for school." I nodded agreeing with my dad and grabbed Logan's hand. He opened his eyes as he followed me out of the house. He slid into the drivers' side of the car and I slipped into the passengers' side. Logan started up the car and quickly reversed out of the driveway and sped down the street.

He was silent. He stared out of the windshield with this permanent glare stuck on his face. I didn't know if he was mad at me or if he was mad at Lance. Probably the both of us.

"I know you're pissed off but I swear to you, Logan, I didn't know he was coming over. He came out of nowhere." I said looking at him. He didn't talk or even look at me. "Talk to me." I said. He slowed the car down as he stopped in front of my school.

"It's not you I'm mad at." He said calmly but I could still see the glare on his face as he continued to look out the windshield.

"Then talk to me."

Logan sighed and slowly looked over at me. "I'm sorry. I guess that I'm too overprotective. I just don't want you with anyone else."

"I don't want to be with anyone else." I said. His eyes stayed on mine as he grabbed my hand and squeezed it gently. "I love you, Beth." He whispered.

"I love you too. Which is why I don't want you to be angry. And……I don't want you to drink." I said. He slowly let go of my hand and looked out the windshield.

"I'm sorry."

He shook his head. "No. You're right. I'm an asshole because I drink."

"That's not what I meant. I just wish you would slow down."

"I will if it matters to you." He said. I smiled. "It does." He nodded. "You get what you want." He said. I leaned over and pressed my lips against his. I pulled away. "I got to go. Love you." He smiled at me as I got out of the car.


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