“Who?”
“Brody Mason. He manages Dirty.”
“Ohhh. And why doyouneed to go?” she purred, coy as shit. “Let me guess. Is Zane Traynor going?”
“Don’t be a ho-bag.” I had no idea if Zane Traynor, Dirty’s lead singer, would be there. As long as Xander was there, I really didn’t give a crap. “Can you get me in or not?”
“What’s all this ‘me’ crap? I’m coming, too.”
“I thought you had dance class tonight.”
“Who cares. Any bitch with half a brain knows you don’t miss a chance to party with Zane Traynor. I’ll find out if Johnny’s going.”
“Do you really think he’d take us with him?”
She made apsshhtnoise, likeAin’t no thing. “I’m on it.” Then she hung up on me.
And three hours later, she was texting me like a maniac.
Shayla:take off your panties
Shayla:we’re picking you up in an hour
Shayla:get ready to lose ur V-card to a lead singer with a BIG DICK
I could only assume she was talking about Zane Traynor again.
Me:How do you know his dick size?
Shayla:its LEGENDARY
I really didn’t know how she’d pulled it off, but leave it to Shayla. Somehow, she’d convinced her rock star brother, Johnny—whowasgoing to the party, as it turned out—to take her along.
With me in tow.
I’d met Johnny a few times by then. He knew I’d gone to school with Shayla. I was pretty sure he knew I was underage.
But when I squeezed into the backseat of his roaring new Dodge Demon, trying my best to act like an adult, he didn’t say a word about it.
He drove us to Brody’s house, which was one of the giant, newer homes on a street of older homes, way up in one of the crazy expensive yet non-pretentious neighborhoods of North Vancouver. And there was definitely a party going on. With several big dudes standing around outside the front door, obviously to keep the undesirables out.
And I had to admit, when we glided on through the door with Johnny, I felt pretty ballin’.
My brother was a rock star, but he never took me to rock star parties.
Sure, he’d taken me to a few back before he turned into a hermit. But those were daytime parties. Family-friendly parties.
This was a grownup party. Complete with booze, drugs, chicks in very little clothing… and bikers. There were a whole bunch of big, scary dudes in the house, and I knew they were bikers because they wore the same leather vests as the guys onSons of Anarchy. Except these ones said WEST COAST KINGS and VANCOUVER on the back.
As we made our way through the house, I held onto Shayla’s hand and steered clear of those dudes. I was sixteen. I wanted to be there. I wanted Xander Rush to notice me in my sexy jeans… but I wasn’t crazy.
We’d already lost Johnny somewhere. Actually, I was pretty sure Shay had ditched him the moment we got in the door.
She dragged me into a giant room in the walkout basement that seemed to be the nexus of the party, where a female DJ was spinning tunes from a platform in the corner. “Auggghh, DJ Summer!” Shay gasped. “She’s so dope… This party isamaze.”
Itwaspretty amazing. It was pretty wild, but… classy. I got the feeling if anyone actually started breaking shit or something, they’d be turfed out on their ass, fast.
We found the bar pretty easily and no one exactly stopped us from walking right up to it and ordering a drink. Some girl was behind the bar, and she handed us each a beer when Shay asked for one without even batting an eye. We clinked bottles and took a swig of beer, then looked at each other, likeNow what?