Romance: Teen Romance: Follow Your Dreams (A Nerd and a Bad Boy Romance) (New Adult High School Sports Romance)

by White, Stella

  I closed my eyes as I heard the shot, and I waited for the pain that would follow, but it never came.

  I opened my eyes a second later to see Buck hovering over me. Blood poured from an open wound in his shoulder. I stared into his big eyes and he in mine.

  “I love you,” Buck said.

  “Don’t die,” I squeaked out.

  “Ugh, it’s just a shoulder shot,” he replied, “I didn’t like that tattoo anyway.”

  He collapsed on top of me. I didn’t realize how much he really weighed until then.

  8.

  Everything was a blur for the rest of that night. We ended up at a hospital where he got his shoulder sewn shut. I stayed with him the whole time, and we exchanged knowing glances.

  He wasn’t the man I remembered at all. I wanted to hold him and never let him go. I knew he would always be there to protect me, and that was a feeling I never wanted to lose.

  Connor turned in his own sister for what she’d done. I think he knew that if Buck decided to come after her, she wouldn’t have made it far. Connor even visited him in the hospital to make amends.

  The next morning the hospital released Buck. He was built like a tank, and it would’ve taken a lot more to do him in.

  I met him out front with his motorcycle, the old hand me down he received from father. With his arm still in a sling, he hopped on the cycle.

  “I think I’ll take the lead on this one, Buck. You can’t brake with only one arm,” I said.

  “This is my bike; I’m the only one in this saddle,” he said.

  I cocked and eye, the same look my mother gave me a million times. It always worked on my father when he was alive, and it looked like it might just work with Buck.

  He let out a drawn out sigh and scooted to the back seat of the bike. I hopped into the driver seat, and he threw his arm around my stomach.

  I finally felt like I was home.

  *****

  THE END

  ROCKSTAR Romance – Hardcore Rockstar

  ''Damm. I really can't take it anymore. Will I have to put up with this all summer?'' Celia said as she parked her battered VW Beetle in the driveway of her parent's mansion in Sands Point, Long Island.

  ''What?'' Sandy asked. ''What's the matter?''

  ''That car belongs to Carl.''

  Sandy looked at the row of luxury cars parked to the side of the house and tried to guess which one Celia meant. ''The Porsche?''

  ''No, the red Ferrari. He's an ass-hole. I thought I'd seen the last of him.''

  Sandy looked confused. ''Who is he?''

  ''The man who's screwing my mom.''

  ''Really. She's having an affair?''

  ''You got it,'' Celia said as she clicked the car door open.

  ''Hadn't we better wait. If they're screwing won't it be embarrassing?'' Sandy asked anxiously.

  ''Look at the size of the house. An army of couples could be screwing in there, and you wouldn't notice.''

  Celia pushed the car door open and got out. The wind caught her shiny black hair and pushed it across her face. She took two bags from the trunk and handed Sandy hers.

  ''I'm really happy you decided to come and stay for a few days. Especially now it seems mom's busy,'' Celia said.

  ''It's great to be here. I must say, I'm impressed by the place you live in,'' Sandy said. She stood looking at the mock Tudor house and compared it to the seedy apartment her father and mother lived in.

  ''Come on,'' Celia said. She was already at the door; Sandy was still looking at the house, open mouthed.

  Inside they could hear a woman screaming and a man grunting. ''I told you it would be embarrassing,'' Sand whispered.

  ''Fuck them. Come on; I'll show you around.''

  Celia showed Sandy most of the house downstairs.

  ''That's a hell of a pool,'' Sandy said as she looked out of the conservatory window.

  ''My poor father works his ass off to pay for all this, and all she can do is fuck men in his bed. She's a real whore. I don't think I can stand to be here for very long.''

  ''I'd ask you to stay with us, but we don't have the room. Sorry.''

  ''Don't worry. You're here for a few days at least,'' Celia said as she reached to the wine rack and pulled a bottle out. ''Let's have a drink, it's four pm, too late for tea.''

  They settled into a huge sofa in the equally huge conservatory and looked out over the lawn to the woods at the rear.

  ''What grade did you end up with this semester?'' Sandy asked. ''You took some wonderful photos, you must have done well.''

  ''Top marks,'' Celia said proudly. ''You know, taking this photography course was a great idea. Dad wanted me to study something like economics, but I'm too arty. I love taking photos. And I met a new friend, you.''

  ''I love photography too. I don't want the course to end.''

  ''Well, we've got another two years, so plenty of time to enjoy ourselves and take marvelous photos.''

  Sandy laughed. ''Hey, what about we burst into your mother's bedroom and take some shots of her fucking Carl. You could make a portfolio called: An Artistic Look at My Mom's Affair.''

  ''Now that would get me noticed in the art world,'' Celia laughed.

  When Celia went to the bathroom, Sandy looked through a copy of Rocker's World that she'd bought at a news stand in town. She began to leaf through the pages, looking at pictures of handsome young rockers and their latest female conquests.

  ''Look,'' she said when Celia came back. ''Deadly Heroes, are running a photography competition. Wow, right up your street. You should enter.''

  Celia leaned across and looked at the advertisement. ''Why don't you enter, you saw it first?''

  ''No. I can't leave mom and dad for so long. The winner gets to go on a whole tour with them as their private photographer for two months starting in July.''

  ''When's the closing date for entries?'' Celia asked.

  ''A week on Friday.''

  ''There will be hundreds of entries, and I probably won't have much chance, but I'll try. It would be great to get away from this brothel for the summer,' Celia said.

  ''Send in the photos you made of the college football team. You made those guys look so hot; that's exactly what vane rock stars are looking for.''

  ''Okay. I will,'' Celia agreed.

  Two weeks later, Celia was swimming in the pool at home when her cell rang. She quickly clambered out of the water and ran to the table.

  ''You Celia?'' a effeminate voice asked.

  ''Yes.''

  ''You take lovely photos.''

  ''Er...are you from Deadly Heroes?''

  ''Yes. I'm the manager Rufus Sylvester.'' Celia pumped her fist in triumph. ''The boys think you were the best. They want you on the road with them. It's a great opportunity for you.''

  ''Jesus, I never thought you would choose me.''

  ''Why not? You're really good. Most entries were a load of shit, but of the really good ones, yours was the by far the best. If you want it, the tours yours.''

  ''Sure I want it. Where do we start?''

  ''I'll send tickets to your by email. Your flight leaves in three days. I'll meet you at the other end and introduce you to the boys. They're a good bunch, so don't be nervous.''

  ''Where am I flying to?''

  ''The First concert is in LA. The band lives in LA, so for us, it's a home gig.''

  Celia dived back into the pool and floated on her back, looking at the sky and dreaming of what was about to happen to her.

  *****

  ''Hi girl,'' Rufus said when he saw Celia for the first time ''Wow you're pretty,'' he said

  ''Thanks,' Celia replied.

  Rufus was a jovial black guy who was a gay as they come. He had a lovely lisp and a carefree air that Celia instantly took to. When he shook her hand, the metal bands on his wrist shook, making him sound a little like the chimes Celia's father had hung in the garden.

  ''We're all the way in the back,'' Rufus said as they crossed the parking lot. When
they reached his Hummer, Celia smiled. It was back with chrome wheels and a tiger pattern interior. There were even dice hanging from the mirror.

  Jeez, what you got in there?'' Rufus asked as he lifted Celia's bag into the back of his vehicle. ''Typical girl, needs to take everything with her. I'm as bad, I can't bear to travel without my own kettle. Sounds kind of weird, but the thought of drinking coffee from a kettle that's probably be used for who knows what, makes me want to puke.''

  Celia wanted to tell him the same applies to cups, plates and a whole host of other hotel room articles, but she refrained.

  Rufus' driving was a little erratic. He spent a few minutes driving slowly and then he'd drive for an equivalent amount of time well above the speed limit. They were in a high-speed phase when he cleared his throat as if he wanted to make an announcement.

  ''Listen girl. The boys in the band are all good guys. You seem like a nice girl, and you look as thought you've had a decent upbringing, am I right?''

  ''Yes. I guess I had a white middle-class upbringing.''

  ''See, I knew it,'' he said as if he'd just guessed the winner of the Superbowl. ''Good boys or not, they are rockers, and you might see a few things that upset you. Not drugs or anything like that.'' He waved his hand in disgust at the thought. ''I told them if they do drugs I'm out. Anyhow, what I wanted to say was, there will be a lot of girls hanging around. They practice, they perform, they drink, and they screw women. Lots of them. Does that shock you?''

  ''Er, not at all. That's what one expects from the members of a rock group.''

  ''Well don't worry dear, I've told them to keep their filthy hands off you, and they all swore they would. I just didn't reckon on your being so darn pretty, that could be a problem, but I hope not.''

  ''That's very considerate of you. I'm only here to take pictures; I'm not interested in anything else.''

  ''Are you lesbian?'' Rufus asked.

  ''Certainly not.” Celia answered convincingly.

  ''Thank heavens. I'm gay by the way. Just in case you couldn't tell,'' Rufus said a smirk on his face.

  The variable speeds continued until he pulled into a gateway that was manned by a couple of guards. ''The boys are worth a lot of money. We don't want them getting kidnapped,'' he said as he waved at the men.

  The house he pulled up in front of, was even bigger than the house Celia lived in with her parents. It was in the same design as the White House in DC. At the front, there was an array of fancy cars.

  ''Come on in. I've told them to be here to say hello to you,'' Rufus said. He opened the door and led her into a huge hallway that stretched endlessly upwards. ''Hi boys, I'm back,'' he shouted. There was a sudden drum roll and a clash of symbols from somewhere deep inside the house.

  ''There you are, Rufus. Thought you'd fucked off with all our money,'' a tall skinny guy said. Celia recognized him as the bass player Joe Devaney. He wore a pair of ripped jeans and a sleeveless T-shirt. The was nowhere left to put another tattoo on his arms.

  ''Celia's plane was late,'' Rufus said. ''Joe, this is Celia, the photographer who won the competition.''

  ''Hi. Nice one. Loved your photos,'' Joe said. ''Come and meet the gang.'' She followed him down a seemingly endless corridor to a large room at the back. It looked like a play room. There was a pool table in the middle, a giant screen on the wall, a drum kit in one corner, and a bar in the another corner. ''Get off your asses and say hello to Celia,'' Joe said.

  Three men peered over the back of a giant sofa. ''Hi Celia,'' they said in unison.

  ''Come and sit with us,'' one of them said. ''There's just enough room. Celia walked round the sofa and squeezed between them.

  ''I'm Silas and this is Vance and the ugly fucker on the end is Kerry.''

  ''Hi, I'm Celia. I won the photo comp.''

  ''You're seriously fucking talented,'' Silas said. ''Great pictures. We're really looking forward to working with you.''

  ''Thanks,'' Celia said blushing slightly.

  ''Let me fill you in about us,'' Vance began. ''I'm Vance Constantine, not my real name, by the way, I'm the lead singer. You've met Joe 'Fingers' Gonzales; he's the best guitarist in the world.'' Joe blew Vance a kiss. ''Silas Pate, pronounced like the stuff you eat on toast, is the bass player. And Kerry here, well, he's too fucking handsome to be on the stage with us. He's also the drummer.''

  ''Rufus didn't molest you on the way here did he?'' Silas asked.

  ''No he was as good as gold,'' Celia said entering the spirit of the conversation.

  ''Seriously, though,'' Vance began, '' we will do everything we can to look after you. If there's anything you want, please let us know, okay?''

  ''Thanks.''

  ''Let me show you to your room,'' Rufus said.

  ''Mind he doesn't touch you up,'' Joe shouted after them.

  ''Tell you what though, did you see her legs and ass?'' Kerry asked when Celia and Rufus had left the room. ''I wouldn't mind touching her up.''

  ''Fuck off Kerry,' Vance said. ''We decided we were going to look after her. She's not the kind of bimbo we usually bang, so leave her alone. I know you have to have three women a day, but Celia is off limits, understand?''

  ''Okay, I was only saying.''

  ''Well, you may be the one how gets the most women and the so-called bad boy of the group, but leave her alone,'' Vance added.

  ''Okay I promise I won't touch her, but you have to admit she's the best looking woman we've had here and we've had quite a lot,'' Kerry said.

  *****

  ''Oh my God, sorry,'' Celia exclaimed when she saw Kerry stark naked in the bathroom. ''I should have knocked, please forgive me.'' She wanted to leave the room, but she found her feet wouldn't move. Her eyes were fixed on his cock which was fully erect. She'd only ever seen two cocks before, and Kerry's was not like the others had been. It was beautiful, long and very straight. What was he doing in there with a boner, she wondered. Was he knocking one out before band practice?

  ''Sorry, I forgot to lock the door,'' he said, making no effort to cover himself. Still she didn't take her eyes from him. He noticed that look. The look of desire he'd seen many times before in a woman's eyes. When he noticed she was unable to take her eyes from him, he did cover himself.

  ''Er.....sorry,'' Celia said red faced as she scampered out of the room.

  When Kerry joined the others for breakfast, he looked knowingly at Celia, and she smiled at him. After breakfast, they set off to the studio to practice. Celia joined them in the minibus. She sat next to Kerry, not by design; it was just the way it happened.

  ''Sorry again, '' she whispered.

  ''It's okay. Did you like what you saw?'' he asked. Celia turned bright red and looked at the floor.

  Celia's imagination was full of dirty thoughts. If he'd asked her to stay in the bathroom and fuck him, she would have. He was the most handsome man she'd ever seen. Tall and slender with bronzed skin, he was the kind of man who would look the same even when he reached seventy. She loved his hair. It was coarse, bleached blonde and shoulder length.

  The instruments were all set up by the time they reached the studio.

  ''This is our last practice before the tour starts. We want you to wander around and snap whatever you want, okay? Vance said.

  ''Okay, I'll do that,'' she said.''

  ''Right guys, let's get going,'' Rufus shouted. ''We don't have all day.''

  They began to play, and the noise was deafening. Celia wished she'd borough ear plugs. She spent a lot of time at the front photographing the band as a whole and then decided to walk in between the band members and photograph them individually.

  Kerry was sitting at the back and the last person she got to. He'd removed his shirt and was sweating profusely with the effort of beating to song after song. He continued to drum, but he was painfully aware of the gorgeous woman with the camera. She was wearing a pair of shorts, and her golden legs were so shapely all he wanted to do was open them and thrust into her. She got up very close to
him and snapped away. He could smell her scent, and it began to drive him wild.

  Vance unexpectedly stopped singing. The guitarists stopped. The last to stop was Kerry.

  ''What the fuck are you doing Kerry?'' Vance asked.

  'What?'' Kerry replied holding his sticks in the air.

  ''You're a mile off the beat. What's up with you.''

  ''Er...dunno,'' he said. But he did know, he was concentrating on Celia's body and not counting the rhythm.

  They started up again, this time, Kerry forced himself to ignore her. When she reached to put the camera close to his face, her blouse fell open, and he saw her breasts encased in the sexiest red lace bra she possessed.

  ''Fuck me, Kerry. What the fucks got into you today?'' Vance asked when he stopped again.

  ''Shit,'' Kerry said. ''Dunno what's up with me.''

  ''If you play like that at the first gig we'll sound like a bunch of crap. Buck you ideas up.''

  The bus ride on the way home was a silent one until Vance spoke. ''Kerry, I've never heard you make a single mistake. Today you were all over the place. Are you feeling okay? You're not ill are you?''

  ''No dude, I'm fine. Fuck knows what happened. I think getting my photo taken doesn't agree with me,'' he said trying to make light of the situation.

  ''I was right in his face,'' Celia said in an effort to excuse him.

  ''Okay,'' Vance said. We'll put it down to that.

  Celia's room was large and stately. It had high ceilings and a superbly decorated cornice. She sat at the Rococo dressing table and looked in the mirror. She was tired but elated that her first shoot had gone so well She took off her makeup and rubbed the skin around her blue eyes. She stood up and got undressed. She'd brought plenty of big T-shirts to sleep in, but she crept under the covers naked. She'd decided hours earlier that she needed to masturbate to relieve the searing tension in her underbelly. She closed her eyes and imagined Kerry's cock while her fingers played out a dance between her legs.

  A few doors down the same corridor, Kerry had already finished jerking off to the image of Celia on all fours with her ass in the air and his cock buried deep inside her.