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A Rockstar's Heart

Novel By: IceBreaker
Romance



(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:May 16, 2012    Reads: 227    Comments: 2    Likes: 1   


Chapter 20: Is Lance better?

"Did you two kiss?" Alicia asked. I shook my head. "Just my cheek." I said as I opened my locker. "No further?"

"That would make me a slut." I said.

"No it wouldn't. Him kissing your cheek is nothing. Now his tongue being in your mouth would have made you happy."

"No. I would have felt guilty."

"If you like Lance then like him, there is nobody stopping you."

"I still love Logan."

"I know. But you can't keep your heart locked away for him. You deserve a good life even if he's not in it. You deserve to be happy."

"I know. I know." I slammed my locker shut. "He's picking us up today."

"See? Logan never really ever offered to pick us up."

"Don't. Don't start comparing Logan and Lance."

"You're telling me you never done that before?"

"They aren't the same."

"Let's make a list or diagram or some shit like that and compare them."

"I don't want to." I said as we walked out of the building.

"Lance is too…..i don't know. I mean he's hot and protective I guess but he seems like his whole life is about…..danger."

"It does but I don't know. I like Lance but I still love Logan."

"How could you love that prick?"

"He is a prick but……I don't know. I don't fit his love interest." I said as we walked down the stairs.

"What do you mean?" She asked. I sighed and stopped walking. "You."

"What about me?" She asked as she threw her now dark red dyed hair over her shoulder. I've always admired Alicia because she was definitely beautiful and she wasn't shy and she was fun. Now I understood why Logan liked her and it made me jealous.

I started walking again a little faster than her.

"Me what?" She asked. I shook my head. "Nothing."

"No tell me." She said. I kept walking faster. "No. It's nothing leave me alone." I said. Why the hell was I mad at her? It wasn't her fault but I couldn't deny the annoyance and jealousy I felt because of Alicia's beauty and personality.

"Why are you mad at me?"

"I'm not mad. I'm just……I want to be alone, Alicia. That's all. I don't want Logan. I don't want Lance and I don't want you. Stay away from me." I was angry and It didn't make sense but I wanted to be alone. Andy's new green car pulled up and Lance was in the passenger side. I looked at him only for a second before I crossed the street and continued walking. I heard Andy ask what was wrong with me. But I didn't hear Alicia's response. Just as I heard a door close, I heard another open. I heard the car drive off and fast footsteps walking towards me. I stopped walking and turned around. Lance flicked a cigarette onto the ground. He looked down at me. "You okay?" He asked. I shook my head and I felt my eyes water. He wrapped his arm around my waist and he began walking so I followed. He took me to a large white and beige house with a huge yard. On the porch was a guy who looked like he could be Lance's twin. Only Lance's eyes were brown and the guy's eyes were slightly darker. He smiled as he looked at me.

"Beth, this is my brother, Jake." He said. I smiled the best I could and held out my hand. Jake smiled. "So you're the amazing and beautiful Beth. Lance drools over your name. I hope you know that." He said. I blushed and looked down at the grass. "Shut up." Lance said. He then led me up the stairs and into the house. A woman with long blonde hair and hazel eyes was vacuuming the carpet in the living room. The room smelled like apples and cinnamon. She looked up at me and Lance and smiled. She turned the vacuum off and sat it in the corner. "Who do we have here?" She asked.

"Mom, this is Beth," Lance said. His mom smiled at me. "And Beth this is my mother, Patricia." She pulled me into a hug and I hugged her back. I needed a hug.

When she pulled back, she looked at Lance. "Your girlfriend?" She asked. I shook my head. "No. We're just friends." I blurted out. I looked from the corner of my eye and saw Lance staring down at the floor. I looked back at his mom. She sighed and her smile dropped slightly. "That's too bad. I know you're better than his last. The crazy psycho chick." His mom smiled and led us to the kitchen.

"Oh god. Here we go. Let's not talk about my ex's." Lance said sitting in a stool at the island in the middle of the kitchen. I sat beside him. Patricia went to the fridge and got out a pitcher of lemonade. "Come on. The last one was crazy. What was her name? Linda or Jamie?"

"Alice, mom." Lance said smiling. Patricia nodded. "Alice. I'm sorry baby but she was a cunt." I actually smiled at that. Its not every day that you hear a mom call someone a cunt.

"Don't apologize. I agree." Lance took out a cigarette and lit it up. Patricia both gave us a glass of lemonade. "Don't smoke in the house." She said getting out plates.

"Come on. You've been telling me that since I was twelve. Nothing's changed." Patricia leaned over. "Want to get slapped?" She asked with a smirk on her face.

"Your slaps don't hurt anymore." I said.

"Anymore?" I asked smiling at him.

Patricia fully smiled. "Oh Lance was a real smart ass all his life. His cheek has been sore his whole life." She said as she opened the fridge.

"Like?" I asked him. Lance looked at me. "No big deal. Just sneaking a girl in my room."

"mmmhmm. Tell her how old you were at the time." Patricia said.

Lance sighed. "Nine." He mumbled. I shook my head and clicked my tongue. "So you been getting girls even before puberty hit. Wonder how that worked out." Patricia and Lance laughed.

"Oh trust me god had gave me quite a big package." Lance said winking at me and I blushed and paid attention to his mother.

"Stop flirting with her while I'm in the room, perv." She said smiling at Lance.

"Can't help myself." He put the cigarette back in his mouth. "Want a sandwich, honey?" Patricia asked reaching in the fridge.

"Yeah." Lance said.

"Not you. Make your own sandwich. I'm asking Beth."

"Sure. Thank you."

Lance sighed and got out of his stool. "That's not fair. You didn't even know her for an hour and you're already treating her better than me."

"Because she looks classy. I like her. You smoke and drink. Nothing classy about that babe." She said handing him the mustard. He took it from her. "I'm making her sandwich. I see the way you look at her. You're going to give her roofies." Lance looked at her and smiled.

"You have roofies?" I asked.

"I don't give them to chicks. I wanted to experiment a little. Only a little. So I took them and I was fucked up for two days."

"Its true I was right there with him. Never again. He was actually crying." Patrcia said. I bust out laughing. Lance has a reputation as a bad boy so it was hilarious to imagine him cry.

"It wasn't funny, man. I was emotional." He said as he got out some bread and placed them on all three plates. "What do you want on your sandwich?" Lance asked. "Ham, cheese and mustard." I answered.

"Can you…..make me two?"

Lance nodded.

"Got quite an appetite, huh?" Patricia asked smiling. I smiled back and nodded. Lance soon gave me my plate of sandwiches and I started eating right away. Halfway through, I stopped eating. I froze. I knew what the feeling in my stomach was. I got up and went to the first door I saw and forced it open. I fell onto the floor and crawled over to the toilet and released all of the vomit. I felt somebody's hand on my back. I closed my eyes as tears fell out. I let out a low sigh and my stomach began feeling weird again and I released more.

"Is she okay?" Patricia asked.

"She's pregnant." Lance said.

"You got her…?"

"No. Logan did and then he left."

"I never liked that kid."

I rinsed out my mouth and Lance gave me a few pieces of gum. "Feel better?" He asked. I nodded. Patricia went out to pick up her husband and they were about to go to dinner. And Jake went to his girlfriend's house.

We went upstairs to his room.

"You have a pool table in here?" I asked. He smiled. "Want to play?" He asked. I nodded. "You'll be sorry." I said. He smiled. "Yeah right." He replied. He gave me a tall beige and black wooden stick and he had a burgundy and black one. I grabbed the blue chalk and chalked up the tip of the stick and Lance did the same.

"Play for money? Or for clothes?" He asked. I raised my eyebrow. Clothes were innocent right? Nope. The answer was no. "How about we just play for fun?"

"No such thing. How about if I win, you let me kiss you?" He smiled as he leaned against the table. I got nervous and hesitated before answering. "Fine." I answered.

"You have to actually kiss me back." He assured me. I nodded. "And if I win, you have to take me to see 'The Hunger Games'" I said smiling.

"Do I have to take you or actually watch it with you?"

"Both." I said. He smiled. "Got it."

He placed the wooden triangle over the balls and he let me shoot first. I hit one of the solid balls into the pocket. "I would like to go to the movies on Wednesday." I said smiling.

Lance rolled his eyes. I attempted to shoot another ball but I didn't make it. Lance leaned over the table and hit a striped ball into a corner pocket and another in a middle pocket. Lance winked at me and shot another ball into another pocket. "Hope your lips are good and glossed for me." Lance said smiling. I rolled my eyes and watched him as he continue making pocket after pocket.

"You're cheating." I said. I knew he wasn't but this wasn't fair.

"No. I'm just fucking awesome." He said and then he aimed for another ball but he missed. I smiled. "No. Not really." I said smiling. I bent over and began to make the balls in the pockets until there was one left. I aimed for it shot it and missed. Lance leaned over the table aimed for his last ball and made it into a pocket. I sighed. Lance gave me a sexy smile and aimed for the eight ball. "Ready baby?" He asked.

"Just shoot the damn ball and miss." I said. He bit his lip as he aimed, shot and the eight ball made it into a pocket. "Damn." I whispered. Lance smiled. "Didn't you say I'll be sorry at the beginning of the game? I'm not sorry. I'm fucking smiling." He said. I rolled my eyes. "Whatever." I put the stick against the wall in the corner.

"Hey, I'll still take you to the movies."

"Oh I know."

He smiled and walked towards me. "What?" I asked.

"You know what, Beth." He whispered. I sighed and slowly moved around away from him. "Come chase me." I challenged. Lance followed me as I ran throughout his room. I screamed playfully as he finally caught me. My back was leaning against the pool table as Lance looked down at me. Without hesitation his lips went to mine.

His hands were on my hips and he pulled me close to him as he kissed me. I slowly hesitantly relaxed into the kiss. And I felt myself enjoying the softness of his tender lips. My eyes slowly closed and I felt Lance's hands slide down to my ass and he picked me up and put me on the pool table. We didn't break the kiss, it got deeper as he slid his tongue slid into my mouth. He was now in between my legs and I could feel him getting hard. My fingers were in his hair and I moaned in his mouth. But I knew this was wrong. This is my ex's best friend. I gasped and pushed him away. I covered my mouth with my hand and stared at Lance in shock.

"Did I do something wrong?" He asked. I shook my head. "No. I….I have to go." I got off of the table and ran down the stairs. Lance followed me. "Let me drive you." He said.

"No. It's not that dark outside. I need to think. Alone."

"No, Beth." Lance said. I sighed and stared up at him. "Please, Lance. If you try to take me, its going to put me in a place I don't want to be in."

"What do you mean?"

"I can't choose between you and Logan."

"Why should you have to? That asshole left you alone and pregnant. Why do you still care for him?"

"I don't know but I do. I want to be alone to think."

"You're not going outside alone." He said.

"Stay the fuck away from me." I said opening the door and slamming it closed.





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