Seduced by a Rockstar: A Rockstar Romance

by J. L. Ostle

  “I wasn’t downing shots like water.”

  I stick my tongue out at him.

  “I want a tongue piercing.” Cara starts sticking her tongue out. “Does it feel weird?” She sticks her fingers in my mouth, pulling out my tongue and looking at it. “I so want one.”

  “I love it. It feels weird if I take it out.” I stick it out, playing with it with my teeth.

  “I bet that feels awesome when you give blow jobs.”

  I feel myself blush. “Stop hinting, Calvin.” I burst out laughing.

  “If you’re offering …” He winks at me and I let go of Cara and wrap my arms around his neck, almost toppling us both over.

  “Come on, let’s get in the cab,” Sebastian says, and I link with Calvin as we head in.

  When we reach Sebastian’s place, I try to not look around too much, as memories would rush right through me. My head already feels like I’m high as a kite. I walk into the living room and I see a guitar leaning against the wall and I head to it, lifting it up.

  “Do you want to have a go?” Sebastian says from behind me.

  “I will probably suck with all this drink in me,” I joke.

  “I know you can play even if you were passed out. It’s in your blood. I saw your YouTube videos.” Cara plunks herself down on the couch.

  “Love you, Cara,” I tease.

  “Love you too, Cousin. Now go play and amaze us.”

  “Do we need to hear this?” Anna complains. She has been quiet until now.

  “Please, pretty please, with huge cherries on top?” Cara kneels, begging me.

  “Fine.” I sit on the couch opposite them and they all sit like they are watching a concert.

  “I am so happy.” Cara hiccups again. Sebastian sits next to her, putting his arm around her shoulder, and pulling her into him.

  “Come on, Iris,” Calvin cheers.

  I try the strings, making sure it’s all keyed in. I let my fingers strum the strings. “What do you want me to play?”

  “I loved ‘Alive’ by Sia. Do you know how to play it?” Cara shouts out first.

  “Yeah.” I look down at the guitar.

  I let my fingers glide across the strings. I close my eyes and feel my body start to relax. I play my version of the song and when I open my mouth to sing, you wouldn’t think I have been drinking. I sing with my whole heart, as always. I let the words carry me away.

  I can hear the music echo off the walls as I sing louder. Shivers run through me as the song fuels my blood. I play until the end—surrendering to the song, to the music. I open my eyes and all I see are eyes on me. No one says a word. I see Cara with tears streaming down her cheeks as she smiles at me.

  “I think that just sobered me up,” Cara giggles, wiping her tears. “That was so beautiful, Iris.”

  I shrug.

  “Fuck, that was awesome. I felt that right through me.” Calvin is shaking his head.

  “I will admit, it wasn’t that bad,” Anna says, then looks down at her phone.

  I look at Sebastian but he won’t look at me. Why isn’t he looking at me? Did he not like it?

  “It was okay. Like I said, I am a little drunk.” I place the guitar down.

  “That was better than okay. I need to watch your band’s videos on YouTube, you are so badass,” Calvin says.

  “I feel a little hot now.” I start fanning myself.

  “Come on.” Sebastian stands and he heads to the balcony, and Cara and Calvin start talking. I debate about following him, but in the end I do. I need some fresh air. When I head out, I feel the night air hit my skin.

  “Thank you.” I lean against the rail, looking out into the night.

  “You are very talented. Music is definitely your gift.”

  “I have been playing for over ten years. You get to learn a thing or two,” I joke. “I did stop playing for a while, but I guess I can never fully stop.” I shrug.

  “Why did you stop?” He stands next to me, his back leaning against the rail.

  “Cara hasn’t told you?”

  He shakes his head. “She said you have had a fucked-up year but no details. Please tell me. Must be something big to stop doing what you love.”

  “I played because my dad loved music. I was addicted to playing as I got older, but he cheated on my mum for months and we both found out when we caught him sleeping with another woman with our own eyes. Hence why we moved.”

  He faces me. “I am so sorry.”

  I shrug. “It’s okay. I’m getting over it.”

  “Not really, if you stopped playing.”

  “I just didn’t want to think of him or let my mum think of him. I guess I was wrong.”

  “I’m glad you started again, I love hearing you play.”

  “What about you? You are good yourself.”

  He leans back against the rail and looks up at the sky. “Music is me. It keeps me sane and I want to do it until I die.”

  “I get that.” I start to head back inside, when I feel him pull me back so I’m facing him.

  “Thank you for sharing with me.”

  I nod, giving him a smile. “Thank you for listening.” I head back inside and we all squeeze onto the couches and watch movies while eating popcorn. Sebastian sits in between me and Cara.

  Halfway through the movie, Anna and Calvin pass out, and soon after, Cara falls asleep, but I am still awake as is Sebastian. He stands up and gets two bottles of beer, handing me one as we continue to watch the rest of the film.

  “Where are your parents?” I burst out and I slap my forehead with my hand. “Sorry, that didn’t come out right.”

  “It’s okay,” he chuckles. “I am starting to learn that you have moments you speak your mind.” He pauses, taking in a deep breath. “My parents were in a car accident a few years ago—they died instantly.”

  I gasp, covering my mouth with my hand. Why the fuck did I have to ask? “I am so sorry. I didn’t know.”

  “Not that many people do. No one really asks.”

  “So, you have lived all alone since then?”

  He nods. “If I ever got lonely, I hung with my bandmates or you know my rep, I had girls here.”

  “Now you have Cara.”

  “Yeah,” is all he says.

  “If you ever need to talk, I am just a couple of floors down.”

  He turns to me and gives me a small smile. “Thanks.”

  I nod and turn my attention back to the movie. “Can I ask another question?”

  He looks back at me. “Go ahead.” He takes a sip from his bottle.

  “How many girls have you slept with?”

  He looks at Cara, who is in a deep sleep. “I don’t think I should answer that,” he laughs.

  “Don’t you know?” I tease.

  “How many have you slept with, flower?”

  I blush. “Five.”

  He looks at me in shock. “Five? Only five?”

  I nod. “How can you have only slept with five? Have you looked at yourself?”

  I chuckle. “I do every day,” I giggle. “But yes—only five.”

  He downs the rest of his drink. “You surprise me, flower, you really do.”

  “I guess I will take that as a compliment.” I nudge my shoulder with his. I stand and stretch out my body. “I better head home.”

  He stands up. “You can stay here.”

  I look around and look at the floor. “I think I better go back to my place. But thank you, though, and thank you for a fun night and dancing with me. I had a blast.” I walk to the door, and I open it and quickly turn to him. “Bye, Seb,” I giggle.

  “I was hoping you’d forgotten about that.” He shakes his head.

  “Me? Never. I never forget things.”

  “Good to know.”

  Once I get ready for bed, I can’t stop thinking about how one night has changed things between Sebastian and me. It is like what we did never happened. I fall into a peaceful sleep.

  A few days have flown in
and Sebastian and I are actually acting like friends. I have joined their table again for lunch, and seeing Cara and Sebastian being close doesn’t bother me quite as much. Sebastian has been talking to me about music now, so I don’t mind.

  Sebastian texted me to ask if I can help him study. When I get to his floor, I notice the door is open and when I call out his name, he yells for me to come in. I sit down on the couch, taking out all my books and notes. I am trying hard not to think about what happened last time we tried to study.

  We have been studying for hours when Sebastian gets a phone call. He groans, repeating the time, and I look at the clock on the wall and I’m shocked that the day just flew in. We have been studying for about four hours and it didn’t even feel like it.

  “I will be there soon as I can.” He hangs up. “I am late. I’m playing tonight.” He starts gathering up his things and I quickly pack up.

  “I am so sorry. I don’t know where the time went.” I head to the door.

  “Hey, where are you going?”

  “Home,” I chuckle.

  “You not going to watch me play?” he pouts.

  “I haven’t really been back to Randi’s since Cory and I broke up. It may be a little weird.”

  “He sits in the same cafeteria as us. Please? I would like for you to be there.” He walks to me and holds one of my hands. “Please?”

  I look into his eyes and I already feel myself relenting. “Fine. But you owe me.”

  “Deal. Leave your things here and you can get them later.” He grabs my hand and takes us down to his car. We head to Randi’s and I am dreading it. When I walk in, it all still looks the same. It’s busy and I try to not look towards the bar.

  “I will get the drinks. Go sit.”

  I nod and head to the booth where I normally sit and wait. Sebastian hands me a bottle of beer and tells me he needs to go get ready. I nod, wishing him luck. I go on Facebook and look at my newsfeed. I quickly send a text to Ella.

  Me: I am at Randi’s, sitting in a booth on my own feeling like a plum.

  Ella: Why are you there?

  Me: Sebastian wanted me to come after our study session.

  Ella: Study session huh ;)

  Me: You suck.

  Ella: I know, very well ;) ;)

  Me: Well thank you for that.

  Ella: Anytime. Be good. Don’t do anything THAT I would do ;) x x

  I shake my head, putting my phone away. After a few minutes, Sebastian comes onstage and starts with a ballad, and I watch and listen to the words. I see couples dancing on the dance floor and I know I will be heading there soon. I feel Sebastian’s voice go through me as he sings a painful song next. It’s about loss and never getting a second chance. It is hauntingly beautiful.

  I watch him sing the rest of his set, his eyes always scanning the crowd, causing girls to scream when they think he looks at them, but every now and then he looks at me, making sure that I’m okay. I wonder why Cara isn’t here.

  When he gets offstage, he gets pounced by girls, but he extracts himself from them politely, causing them all to whine and pout. He heads to the bar to get another round in and then sits opposite me.

  “What did you think? Honestly,” he asks me.

  “Of you and the band?”

  He nods.

  “You were brilliant. I love the songs and I love how you set them out. You’ve got a very good voice. But when you sing the ballads, I think you should let your voice be like how it was at the open mic night,” I answer, not thinking about how that was the place we shared a kiss, and I feel my cheeks redden.

  “Thank you, I will try that.”

  I take a sip of my drink. “It was just an idea. You don’t need to listen to me.”

  “No, I want your honest opinion, from one rockstar to another.” He winks and I chuckle.

  “I am so sorry I missed your set,” Cara says as she joins us. “When your text said you were meant to be playing and what time, I got ready and got a cab here … I am so sorry.”

  I deflate. Of course, he would invite her.

  “It’s okay, flower cheered me on,” he teases her.

  “Thank you for coming, Iris.”

  “Of course.” I give her a smile and Sebastian is looking at me, confused. “I think I’m going to dance now that you’re here.” I stand and head to the dance floor.

  I dance for what seems like hours and when I look at the booth, I notice Sebastian and Cara aren’t there. When I look around, I notice them on the other side of the dance floor, dancing seductively. They are dancing close, face-to-face. He has his hand on her waist.

  I can’t look away. I watch as his other hand glides up to her cheek and then threads into her hair. His attention is on her. He bends his head, about to kiss her, when he looks up and his eyes connect with mine, and I quickly look away. I close my eyes, trying to get lost in the music again.

  I shouldn’t have been watching.

  But a part of me feels a little jealous.

  I am dancing away when I accidently bang into someone. I turn to see an attractive blond-haired man with brown eyes. “I am so sorry,” I shout over the music.

  “It’s okay.” He smiles at me and he joins me, dancing with me to a few songs, but I notice that he is starting to get a little cocky. He is starting to pull me in closer to him but I pull myself back.

  “You need to stop touching me.”

  He grips onto my hips and pulls me into him again. “Stop being a tease.” He squeezes tighter and I try to push against his chest, but he doesn’t budge.

  “Get off me,” I shout at him.

  Next thing I know, he is being pulled back. Sebastian is dragging him away and he is shouting at him. I can’t hear what he is saying but it looks very heated. I wish he would hit the fucker. I watch as he pushes him hard. When the bouncers come, Sebastian talks to them, and they take the jerk away.

  “What the fuck were you thinking? Why would you dance with a complete stranger?” he shouts at me.

  I feel anger building inside me. I was going to thank him, but now I am the one who wants to hit him.

  “You should talk—you danced with me when we first met.” I put my hands on my hips.

  His eyes soften and he takes a deep breath. “You are right, I’m sorry, but when I saw you struggling, I just saw red. You just need to be more careful, okay?”

  I nod. His closeness is disturbing me. His hands are rubbing up and down my arms, showing me comfort, but I am breaking out in goose bumps.

  “You want to dance?”

  I hesitate. “It’s okay, I may just sit.”

  “Come on, just a dance,” he pouts, and I burst out laughing, the tension immediately evaporating.

  “You need to stop giving me your puppy-dog face.” I start to sway my hips.

  “Why? It works, doesn’t it?”

  I laugh again. How can I say no?

  We start dancing, and he takes my hand and twirls me out and pulls me back in, dipping me and causing me to giggle. He keeps spinning me out and making me twirl until I start to feel dizzy. The next song comes on, but it’s slower, more seductive. I am about to walk away when he grabs my hand and pulls me into him. I am aware of his body close to mine.

  “It’s nice that we have come a long way since we first met,” I try to joke.

  “Why’s that?” he teases.

  “Because you tried everything to get in my pants and I thought you were a big dick, but now, I am glad I have seen this softer side to you. I love seeing you like this.” I regret saying it once the words leave my mouth.

  “Yeah, I am sorry how I treated you. I just wanted you so badly that I let my big dick, as you say, do the talking.”

  I hit him on the arm. “I said you were being a big dick, not that your dick is big.” I blush and he chuckles.

  “God, how I would love to respond to that,” he laughs. “But I won’t. You are red as it is.”

  Great, I look like a tomato. We are chuckling when Cara walks u
p to us, putting her arms around Sebastian’s waist. “You two having fun?”

  Sebastian lets me go and hugs her into him. “Yeah, I saved her from an ass, so my good deed for the day is done.”

  Cara looks at me with wide eyes. “Holy shit, you okay?”

  I nod. “I’m fine, thanks to Seb,” I smirk and he looks at me with a huge smile.

  “Thank God for that.”

  “You wanting a dance?” He looks at me and I give him a small smile.

  “You go ahead, I need to use the restroom anyway. Thanks again for keeping me company.”

  “No problem.”

  I watch as they start to dance and I walk away. I am heading to the door when I hear my name being called. I turn to see Cory walking towards me.

  “Hi, Iris.”

  I look at him and he still looks as attractive as ever and he is giving me a warm smile.

  “Hi, Cory.” I start to feel uncomfortable. I have never felt like that around him before, but after what I did, he just reminds me of what I’ve done—even though it has made me and Sebastian friends again.

  “I haven’t seen you around here.”

  “Yeah, I thought it was best that I didn’t come around.”

  He nods in understanding. “I don’t mind you coming here. I have kind of missed you.”

  “I have missed you too. You were my first real friend here and I have ruined it.” I feel tears form, and like the good guy he is, he comes towards me, holding me.

  “Please don’t cry.”

  “I can’t help it. I treated you so horribly,” I say into his chest.

  “I should have guessed, really. I saw how you both were the very first night I met you. I saw how he looked at you at times. I guess I was just ignoring it.” I step back. “I still want to be friends.”

  “You on drugs?” he laughs.

  “No.” He laughs again. “See? This is why I need you in my life. You make things so much more interesting. So, can we be friends?”

  “Of course.” I swing my arms around his neck. “Thank you for forgiving me.”

  “I see you are still hanging around him, though. Does Cara know?”