Page 50 of Stalk Me (The Keatyn Chronicles 1)
“I don’t know. Just seems superficial. You need to chill. ”
“FYI, Brooklyn. Hair is not supposed to look chill. It’s supposed to look pretty. Chill hair means bad hair, and I refuse to have bad hair. And I refuse to have split ends. ”
“Whatever. ” He rolls his eyes at me.
“I’m calling Kym. ” I grab my cell and hit Kym’s number.
She answers, “Hey, girl. What’s up?”
“I have split ends and I’m going to be in Berlin tomorrow. Can you help me?”
“Of course, I can. Hang on. Let me look up a contact. ” She’s quiet for a minute. “Okay. Let me make a call, and I’ll text you with the information. What time do you want to be seen?”
“How about two? That will give me plenty of time to get ready. ” I look down at my toes and frown. “Honestly, my toes are really sad looking too. I’ve just been painting over them. ”
“I’ll get you set up. What about Brook? Does he need anything?”
“B, do you need a haircut?” I ask him with a smirk. I already know the answer.
He shakes his shaggy hair at me.
“No, he’s good!”
Friday, August 12th
Hands all over your ass.
11:15pm
We’ve been following Twisted Dreams on tour for a little over two weeks now. And although our summer has been amazing, Brooklyn is starting to get on my nerves.
Or maybe I'm getting on his nerves; I’m not sure.
We didn’t fight all summer. Our time at the beach was perfect—easy and carefree.
We’d get up at dawn, surf, and then come back and eat breakfast. We’d lay in the sun until late afternoon, then go back to our room, have sex and take a nap. Then we’d hang out with some of the new people we’d met, have dinner, and go to bed early. It was perfect.
But now, he keeps getting mad at me for no reason.
Damian grew up like I did. Lots of traveling and visiting movie locations. Some of the places we've been have been gorgeous and opulent. Other places, not so much. I think we've both learned to function in any type of environment. Following Damian on tour, we've stayed at a wide variety of hotels, from modest ones in smaller cities to an opulent, modern one in Berlin.
No matter where we went, B complained.
Complained about my luggage. Complained about the food. Complained about the crowds. Complained about my clothes. Complained about my shopping.
So maybe I went a little crazy buying leather goods in Italy. I mean, it's Italian leather! Where else am I going to get it? So I bought a few pairs of Italian shoes. And so what if I maybe splurged on a gorgeous handbag?
When I told him it was okay to splurge on it because it’s a classic style that I’ll totally cherish forever, he laughed at me in a haughty way and told me only diamonds last forever.
I grinned at him and told him he had a good point, and that we should start shopping for diamonds immediately.
It shut him up for a while.
Now we’re in London, which is our last stop before B and I head home. It was also one of the biggest venues Twisted Dreams has played.
I was so excited for them!
I dressed appropriately for the concert last night.
I wore an adorable Dolce & Gabbana black mini loaded with spangles. Gorgeous black leather motorcycle jacket. Hot pink band t-shirt with huge letters that spell out ABBA and VOULEZ VOUS, which is the start of the French lyrics in one of their songs asking if you want to sleep with me tonight. And killer hot-pink glitter platform wedges.
I looked totally like a groupie.
B complained that my shirt was suggestive, my skirt was too short, my hair was too big, and my makeup was too thick.
Fine.
So he may have been right about that. The hot pink glitter eye shadow and the thick fake drugstore eyelashes may have been a bit much, but it looked so cute!
And I didn’t look out of place at all. I fit right in. If anything, with his khaki shorts and Billabong T-shirt, he’s the one who looked out of place.
Tonight we're at a disco. A real European disco with raging techno music, crazy lights, and glow-in-the-dark splatter paint. Troy is the guest DJ and later the band is going to “surprise” the crowd with a three-song set.
I asked the concierge at our hotel where to buy club clothes. He said that wasn’t a typical request, so he called in a young bellman, who sent me to a store full of sparkly spandex and cheap club clothes.
I found a black and acid-green tutu that was love at first sight. The sales girl with multiple piercings and tattoos assured me it would look awesome under the lights. She paired it with a tough-looking black corset. The corset has leather straps criss-crossing the front, which makes it look like something a dominatrix might wear. She suggested platforms to go with it, but I had snagged a pair of YSL black platform ankle boots from the swag closet for the trip and knew they would be perfect.
I thought B would compliment me on my bargain shopping. I was shocked at how cheap the whole outfit was!
Troy whistled at me when I walked out of our room, which pissed Brooklyn off right away. And as moody as he’s been lately, I had a feeling it wasn’t going to be a good night.
It all started to go downhill when he decided he didn’t feel like dancing.
How can you not feel like dancing at a place like this?
I decided not to push the subject, but I was still going to have fun and dance. So I went and danced with, well, everyone, because that's what you do at a club. You dance. I mostly danced with the guys from the band, until they had to go get set up.
I’m dancing with a cute guy who has an adorable British accent when Brooklyn marches out on the dance floor, grabs my arm, and pulls me away.
I think something is wrong, so I go with him.
He pulls me over to the table where he's been pouting and says, “That’s it. We're leaving. "
“Why? It’s early. The band hasn’t even played yet. ”
"I'm not gonna sit here and watch some guy put his hands all over your ass!”
“Then come dance with me, and you can be the guy putting his hands all over me. ”
"I hate this techno shit. "
“Well, I love it, and I'm having fun. I've missed going dancing with . . . " I stop. I almost said Cush. I realize that I do miss dancing with Cush.
“With who? When did you go dancing?"
"I dance, B. I take classes. It's just what I do. "
“Guys have their hands all over your ass in class?"
“Don’t be stupid. Just dance with me. You can't leave yet. It's just getting going. Troy will have this place in a frenzy pretty soon. It’ll be awesome. ”
He gives me a mad face. “I’m not stupid, and since when do you know so much about Troy?"
