Jett Stetson was walking down the halls of the famous Palm Woods when he collided with a body that fell to the ground and spilled his coffee on him.

"Watch where you're going…" Jett said as he stared down at the girl that bumped into him and wasted his coffee. It was a girl he knew he shouldn't remember because she wasn't normally his type, but he did…just not her name. A singer, not even a famous one, quirky, and moderately attractive. Well, she was hot, but she wasn't as good-looking as him. But, her smooth dark brown skin, brown almond-shaped eyes, and luscious lips was a close second.

"Fuck off, Jett…" she said as she got up from the ground. "You weren't paying attention to where you were going, either."

"Um, I'm a star…I don't have to pay attention." he said in a cocky tone as the should be recognizable girl glared at him.

"I'm not even going to dignify that with an intelligent response because that wasn't an intelligent statement…" she said as she turned to walk away, but he stopped her.

"Um, you have to replace my coffee." he said as if he was expecting her to do it right away. "I'm waiting…"

"And you'll continue to wait. You know what…I'm sick of your 'I'm a golden god' bullshit. In fact, everyone is sick of it. You just don't realize how many people hate you in ratio to your fans…and they are only your fans because they don't know what an asshole you are."

"Hey, who are you to talk to me like that?" Jett said as the girl rolled her eyes and scoffed. "You bumped into me, knocked my coffee out of my hand, and you're being rude to me? Who do you think you are?"

"Cut the shit, Jett. You know who I am and you know who I think I am. Or maybe you don't. Maybe your head is like three feet up your own ass you don't notice anybody else…" she said as she rolled her eyes. "Talking to a waste of space like you is pointless."

"I'm the waste of space? I don't even know your name!" he said and it was true. This girl was hot, but he never knew her name. "I want to name of the person insulting me."

"Oh, but why would you do that? I could remain the same nameless girl that just told your ass off. Well, I never did that until now, but you get the gist."

"What did I ever do to you?" Jett asked wondering why this girl was treating him like dirt. He had to admit, he wasn't used to it. Somehow, it was refreshing to see someone not kissing his ass all the time.

"Ask your brother…" she said and he looked confused. His brother? Not many people even knew he had a brother. Hell, his brother was his agent and people still didn't know.

"My brother? How did you know I have a brother?" Jett asked and she just glared at him like she wanted to kill him. She couldn't be an ex-girlfriend because his brother was 35 and Jett knew the girl before him was 21 like him. Unless, she's into older guys because some girls are into that. Maybe she had an older sister. "Do you have a sister that went out with him or something?" he asked and before he knew it, the girl slapped him. "What the fuck was that for?!" Jett yelled out causing people to stare at him. It was unlike Jett to yell in public unless he was throwing a celebrity tirade. It was even more unusual for him to be slapped.

"How dare you? How dare you bring up my sister? And no, they didn't date. My sister would never date a monster like your brother…"

"Monster? You're the one slapping people for no reason. Who is your sister, anyway?" Jett said as he held his stinging cheek.

"Her name is Rachel. Rachel Reynolds. And I'm Carmen…not that you'd remember it…" she said as she rolled her eyes.

"Look, I don't know what you're talking about and I don't know what he did to your sister, but don't take it out on me." he said and she gave him a deadpan look as she stared at him. "I'm serious…my brother never mentioned a Rachel…"

"You swear you don't know?" Carmen asked and as she looked into his eyes as he nodded and suddenly the look on her face softened. Then, her face changed to one of pity, but he didn't know why. "You really don't know, do you?"

"No, I don't know anything!" Jett snapped and Carmen had to fight the smirk as she heard Kendall Knight say, "that's for sure…" Jett stared at her and she returned to her look of pity and let out a conflicted sigh. "What did he do?" he asked and she let out another big sigh.

"Ask him…" she said as she walked away and Jett stared after her. There was so much left unsaid, and he was more confused than anything by her unwillingness to tell him. Asking his brother would be a chore, he knew this.

Later that day, Jett asked his brother, Derek, about Rachel Reynolds and as usual when his brother doesn't want to answer a question, he dodged it and refocused the conversation to Jett's career. However, Jett did notice how his brother flinched at the mention of Rachel's name, but it was only for a split second. At the end of the conversation, Derek said he had to leave for a meeting and Jett didn't question it because he had a photo shoot to get to.

After the photo shoot, Jett found Carmen by the pool harmonizing and writing down lyrics in a beat up notebook. She felt his presence near and looked around. When she spotted him, she rolled her eyes until she remembered that he didn't know.

"Carmen…" he said and she looked shocked. "What?" he said in a somewhat defensive tone as he stared at her.

"I'm surprised you actually remembered my name…" she said as she closed the notebook and stood up from the pool chair. The sky was darkening, yet there was a glow in her warm brown eyes that caused Jett's heart to stop for only a moment.

"It's kind of hard to forget the name of someone who insulted you…" he said and she rolled her eyes. "Anyway, I tried asking my brother, and…as usual…he dodged the question. I don't know what he did. Tell me…"

"He raped her…" she said and Jett looked at Carmen with disbelief. His whole world was coming apart with those words. He couldn't believe his brother could do that. He couldn't be a rapist. Sure, he treated women like shit, but he'd never rape one, would he?

"Carmen…I…" Jett said feeling at a loss for words. He felt something in his chest tighten a bit and he felt the world no longer revolved around him.

"Before you even do that whole denial bullshit or think I'm making it up…I'm not. She came home one night and her dress torn and bruises all over her arms and thighs. He raped her at some after party of some movie premiere. That was seven years ago…you and I were maybe…14, I think. Your brother was an agent, then, right?" she asked and Jett nodded. "My sister was an up and coming actress…"

"Something was off…" Jett said and Carmen looked confused. "When I mentioned your sister…Derek flinched. I'm so sorry…" Jett said feeling strange that he apologized. He hadn't apologized to anybody in a long time.

"I don't really know if I can accept your apology. Not because I don't want to…it's just…I'm not the person you should be apologizing to…Rachel is. In fact, you're not the one who has to apologize…Derek is…" Carmen said as she walked away.