Rock Me Senseless (Rock Star Erotic Romance) (Rock Me #1) by Juliette Jaye Page A

have been in the other class. His hair was brown, spiked up with gel like all the cool kids had it in those days. I was way too young to notice anything about him other than the fact that he was pretty good-looking, and that I wished my eyes were blue like his. Still, that wasn’t really what I was focused on. He was stomping on Deanna’s Castle, and she was crying. My sense of justice had been awakened.
    I went over to the boy, and shoved him.
    “What are you doing?” the boy asked.
    “What are you doing?” I retorted angrily.
    “I’m being Godzilla” the boy answered.
    “That’s mean, that’s my friend’s sand castle.”
    “Well, Godzilla has destroyed it.”
    “Godzilla can go destroy things somewhere else.”
    To my surprise, the boy actually obeyed. I suppose in those days, before puberty, I was actually taller than him. He might’ve been legitimately afraid of me. Not to mention, with all the monkey bars I was doing, I had pretty strong arms for a six-year-old.
    The next day, as Deanna and I were playing in the sandbox together, the boy came up to us once more.
    “What do you want?” I asked.
    “Can I play with you today?” The boy asked.
    “Only if you promise not to play Godzilla.”
    The boy nodded and sat down with us.
    “I’m sorry I ruined your sandcastle yesterday” he told Deanna.
    “It’s okay, what’s your name?” Deanna replied, always the most forgiving person I knew.
    “Christian.”
    “I’m Deanna. This is Violet.”
    Little did I know how close Christian and I were going to get.
    In a way, it’s a good thing we’re so forgiving as children. After all, if I introduced myself to someone today, now that I was in my mid-20s, by shoving them chances are we would never speak to each other again. Not outside the courtroom, anyway.
    But in the first grade however, things are different. Christian began to play with Deanna and I every recess. We slowly got to know him, and found out that he was in the other class. He wasn’t a bad kid, in fact he was actually pretty nice. He was a lot nicer than I was. When I look back on it, I was definitely not the nicest kid on the playground. One day I caught Christian staring at me, and I moodily asked him what on earth he was looking at.
    “I like what your face looks like” Christian told me. Such an innocent reply, but it was really the closest thing to being called beautiful by one of my peers that I’ve ever heard. I didn’t really know how to reply, so I just giggled.
    “I like what your face looks like too” I eventually replied, my hands almost completely covering my mouth.
    Near the end of that year, Deanna moved away. When my parents told me, I cried for hours. Well, it felt like hours. My mom told me later that I cried for about 10 minutes and then fell asleep. Nonetheless, my best friend for three years, which at that point was an eternity, was gone. All I had left was Christian. He was probably pretty sad that Deanna left as well, but being a boy didn’t want to cry in front of a girl.
    “Are you ever going to move away?” I asked him once, as we played on the swings, having a contest to see who could get the highest.
    “No, never. My mommy and daddy have lived here for their whole lives, and I’m going to live here for my whole life to, just like they did.” With that, Christian jumped off the swing, landing in the sawdust with a thump and coming up with a laugh. I was relieved when he told me that. My best friend on the planet had just left, I didn’t want my other good friend to leave me too.
    By the end of the year, Christian and I were best friends. Every recess we played together, we spoke about how amazing it would be if we were in the same class in grade 2, which was about as far into the future as we thought and at one point I even invited him over to my house for a sleepover, although his mom said no because she didn’t think he should go to any sleepovers until he was at least seven years old.
    Sure enough,