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

the next year Christian and I were in the same class. We picked desks that were next to each other, we did our homework together, when we had to do a project about a certain state of our choosing, Christian and I both chose Arizona.
    One night, I heard my dad talking to my mom about how close Christian and I were getting.
    “Is it normal? Is it right? Ever since Deanna left, Christian has almost been Violet’s only friend. Isn’t she at the age where she should have friends who are girls?”
    “It’s fine, Don. At that age, they don’t even recognize the differences between them. Just let them be friends, it’s good for both of them.”
    I didn’t know what mom meant, since after all what was the difference between Christian and I? Sure, he was a boy, but that was it. Girls and boys could be friends.
    As the years went by, Christian and I only got closer. We basically grew up together, although sometimes decisions were made about our friendship that we didn’t understand. For example, when Christian finally turned seven we were allowed to have that sleepover we want to have, but when we hit Grade 4, both of our parents agreed that it wasn’t a good idea anymore. Neither of us really understood why, and none of the adults we knew wanted to explain it to us.
    As luck would have it, Christian and I were in the same class every year since grade 2. By grade five and number of kids begin to tease us about our relationship, singing the “Christian and Violet sitting in a tree, K-I-S-S-I-N-G” song. I had to admit, as I got older, a part of me wanted to kiss him. I was 10 years old in grade 5, and just starting to hit puberty. I was just starting to notice Christian is more than just another boy. I realized that a number of the other girls in the class would try and hang out with him, that the popular girls especially would toss their hair in front of him, flutter their eyelashes whenever he spoke to them and pass him notes in class.
    Funnily enough, I wasn’t jealous at all. After all, I knew that Christian and I were the best of friends. I never dared tell him what I thought, because I thought he’d just laugh at me. His brown hair, its tips now dyed blonde, the way the popular boy bands of the day did it, looked so sexy. His face looked like Ricky Martin. His blue eyes glistened whenever he looked at me, and I realized that yes, Christian was a very good-looking young man.
    As I grew up, I became a little bit more shy. The girls went over to Christian in grade 1 and shoved him away from Deanna no longer existed. I didn’t dare tell Christian that I thought he was hot, and that I was developing a crush on him.
    Then one day, after school, I was walking through the soccer field at the back of the building taking a shortcut to get home.
    I wasn’t really paying attention, and then out of nowhere a group of the guys in the older class, the sixth graders, came up to me. I tried not to look scared as they surrounded me. There were at least six, maybe seven of them. I looked around, but there was no one else coming.
    “What do you want?” I asked defiantly, hoping I sounded more confident than I felt.
    “You know, Christian thinks you’re ugly, right? You might hang out with him, but he’ll never like you.”
    “So? What the hell is the point of this?” I asked, not wanting to sh ow that the words he said stung.
    “My sister is Kelly. She’s so much hotter than you, and she’s the one who’s going to get to date Christian. We’re here to tell you to stay away from him, you ugly bitch.”
    I didn’t have a clue what to do. There’s no textbook on how to react when your classmate gets her older brother and his friends to intimidate you. Suddenly, I heard a voice coming from the other side of the circle.
    “What the hell are you guys doing to her?” Christian asked. I had never seen him look so angry. His eyes were grey, not blue, his face getting red and his fists clenched.
    “We’re just letting her know