My Rock #3 (The Rock Star Romance Series - Book #3) by Alycia Taylor

MY ROCK #3
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    By
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    CHAPTER
ONE
    ELLY
    Molly and I were setting up
for round five. As we were stringing electrical cords across the room to plug
in the sound systems, she was gushing about her new boyfriend. He was fairly new , anyways; they’d been seeing each other for about
three months, but it had only recently begun to turn serious. He was a guy
named Rob who, of course, sounded like a saint. Why was it that when I was having the worst time with a man, everyone around me
chose to be so happy? It was annoying. I didn’t
begrudge Molly her happiness. I really liked her and
it was good to see her so happy. I hoped that it
stayed that way and she had truly found her Mr. Right. I just wondered why I couldn’t be lucky enough to meet a nice guy and actually be
attracted to him. Perhaps I was just a glutton for
punishment. Back in my high school days, my mother
used to tell me that the reason I was attracted to the bad boys was because I
had a drive or a need to fix them. She also tried to tell me that everyone couldn’t be fixed, and that some people didn’t want to be. I probably should have listened to her more back then.
    “What does he do?” I asked
Molly about the new boyfriend.
    “He’s a cameraman for an independent film crew. They
make YouTube videos, mostly, but their movies are getting literally millions of
hits. It started out as an unpaid internship. He just graduated from UC San
Diego in June, though and they hired him right away. I met his boss last week. He alluded to the fact that he might have a position
for me when I finish this internship.”
    “Wow! That’s great,” I told
her. “Dan sounds ambitious, and kudos to you, too!”
    “He is, and thank you. I ‘m so happy about his drive to succeed. I ’m
not worried about whether or not a guy I’m seeing makes a ton of money, but the
last guy I hooked up with couldn’t even keep a job. He’s nearly thirty now; the
last time I saw him, he was still sponging off his
parents. He was a jerk, too. Not Dan, though. He’s sweet and smart and sexy and
funny and drop-dead gorgeous!”
    I laughed, “I think somebody is in love.”
    “Not quite yet,” she said. “But I’m headed fast in
that direction. Speaking of in love, what about you and Tristan? How’s that
going?”
    I curled my lip and said, “That’s far from love, trust me. Not even in the same
ballpark,” she laughed.
    “That bad, huh? Is it because of the show?”
    “No….I mean , I’m always
conscious that seeing him is a problem because of that. But that’s not the real
issue. I ’d more or less decided that I’d be okay with
seeing him on the down low, which I was doing. I was at his house the night of
the party…and we were….”
    “Naked and nasty?” Molly said with a laugh.
    “Shut up! No!”   I could feel my face turning red, possibly
because I was lying. She actually had it right. “We were kissing, I happened to
glance down and there was a crack pipe and a bong on the floor, mixed in with a
pile of laundry he’d swept off the couch.”
    “ Ew , a
crack pipe? That’s a little…. ew …” I was glad she understood.
    “Yeah, I know. I may have
not been so upset about the marijuana, but crack is a whole different ballgame.
I’m pretty sure that’s it for us. I have history with
an addict boyfriend and I’ve had some problems myself….I’m not up for doing
that again.”
    “What did Tristan say about it? Did he try to say it
was ‘a friend’s’ or something? Or did he admit to it?”
    I was embarrassed again. “I didn’t even ask him about it…I just left.”
    “Wow, you just literally