Diary of a Rocker's Kid (D.O.R.K #1) by Haley Allison Page A

had where I accidentally tried to maim her in my sleep. Apparently, I sleep-kick…tae kwon do style.
    My king-sized bed has a pretty minimal design—it’s basically just a mattress on top of a black platform. I have my own bathroom and a few black shelves on the walls for displaying things. There’s also a TV in my room that’s about three times bigger than Ana’s TV at home. I feel every bit the spoiled rich girl I am as I lay my carry-on bag on the bed and breathe in the smell of fresh linens. Cass enters the bedroom with my suitcase, and I take it and unload my things into an impressive walk-in closet.
    Ana joins me in my room after a few minutes. “Oh…my God…this place…is epic !” she exclaims, beaming.
    “Yeah, it really is.”
    Ana pokes her head into my closet and laughs. “Oh no. No. This is not okay. Are those really all the clothes you have?”
    “Yeah…” I groan. My clothes only take up about a fourth of the space, and I brought nearly every item of clothing I own.
    “Tomorrow we’re going shopping. You have to promise me.”
    “Does it really have to be tomorrow?” I ask.
    “Yes. We’re having dinner with Stephan Lowe. You can’t show up to that in a faded Black Veil Brides tee and Converse.”
    I glance down at my outfit, cringing when I realize that next to all this black leather, my previously black shirt looks gray. I never realized how faded all my clothes are, but everything I own is at least two years old. Dad did a great job pretending to be poor.
    “Yeah, you’ve got a point.” I let out a heavy sigh. Guess my day of reckoning has finally come.

 
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
    Chapter 9
     
     
    June 2, 2015
    Mission L.A. Complete
    We’re here…and it’s the best feeling in the world.
    As soon as I walked in those double doors, I immediately felt at home. That has never happened to me before. The farmhouse felt like home because it was all I had, but this place has Dad, Cass, and me written all over it. It’s a rocker’s mansion for sure, and Dad already told me some stories about the wild parties they used to have in here. I enjoyed hearing about how completely off the walls Cass and he were. It makes me think maybe he’ll forgive me for the shit I plan to do once I’m legal…or not so legal.
    He’s loosening up a lot now that we’re in L.A. He’s even treating me like an equal in a lot of ways. I guess he’s finally realizing I’m close to becoming an adult. Also, he said he plans to go out with Cass a lot while we’re here. Score for me! The less parental supervision, the better.
    I’m not sure how to feel about meeting Stephan Lowe’s family tomorrow. According to Ana, Steph’s partner is Alfonzo Abate, a major action film star. He’s easily an A-list actor, and I’ve watched and obsessed over all his movies. His teenage son Giovanni is an actor too. He was a supporting actor on one of my favorite tween-teen shows, Jackson and Julia , until it got cancelled last year. He is constantly in the news, and girls everywhere obsess over him. My palms sweat and my throat dries up just thinking about him. I mean, this guy is swoon-worthy, and I’m about to meet him tomorrow. That has me terrified. What am I going to say to two actors I’ve worshipped for the past few years of my life? Especially one my age?
    I can see it now—
    “Hi, I’m Mads. You’re gorgeous. I want to marry you. I know I’m the Basket Baby, but maybe we can look past that. I’m even willing to start over on a deserted island together and forget either of us has a name. We can just sit on the beach day and night in nothing but our birthday suits and let the world fade away for the rest of our lives. Sound good? Great. I’m on my way to the courthouse to get emancipated right now.”
    I’m dying laughing over here. That’s so unrealistic it’s almost not funny.
    Almost.
    Anyway, now that I know who I’m meeting, I’m considering letting Ana give me a full-scale makeover tomorrow.