Chapter 8
I was sitting with my back against my front door when Tori came running toward me from my living room.
"OH MY GOD OH MY GOD OH MY GOD!! I CAN'T BELIEVE YOU WON!!" she leaped on me, flattening me even more against the door.
"Ugh, thanks, Tori," I said, recovering from her knocking the wind out of me. Tori kneeled in front of me.
"What are you gonna wear? He's getting into town tomorrow night, and you have to wear something amazing!" she said.
"I was thinking just nice jeans and a cute top," I said, starting to stand up.
"Are you kidding me? You're going on a date with a rockstar! You have to look out of this world!!"
"Then how 'bout I wear antennae?" I joked. She looked at me with a serious look.
"Kitty, you're not just going on this date for you. You're going for you, me, and all the other girls who are crazy in love with Jet Rebel. You can not let us down!"
"Alright then, let's go to my room and pick an outfit," I said. We ran up the stairs and to me bedroom, I opened the door to my walk-in closet while Tori flopped down onto my bed to critique my choices.
I perused the selection. I noticed how normal my clothes were. Did I even have anything awesome enough for this date? I grabbed two hangers and walked to the doorway where Tori could see me.
"How about dressy jeans with my dark blue halter?"
"Hm. Sounds okay. But you definitely need to accessorize. Ooh! Your mom's necklace! The one she gave you! It'll match perfectly," Tori walked toward my dresser. "And how about accessorizing your jeans? You know, like those hundred dollar jeans at designer stores. Ooh, you could use this!" She held up a blue necklace with four strands of silver chains with blue stones and beads.
"How would I do that?" I asked.
"Like this," she walked over to me and looped the clasps of the necklace around the beltloops of the jeans on the hanger.
"Tori, you're a genius!"
"I know."
We spent the whole night planning my outfit, hair and makeup. Tori ended up sleeping over, and we stayed up late fantasizing about my date tomorrow. When we finally fell asleep, I dreamt about what would happen. But when I woke up, I couldn't remember anything about my dream. Oh well, I was about to live the real thing!
At five o'clock, a limo pulled up in front of my house. The back door opened and out stepped Jet Rebel. He was wearing dark denim jeans, a black t-shirt, and a black leather jacket. He was also wearing a silver cross necklace, nice sneakers, and black aviator sunglasses. He played the part of rockstar perfectly. I watched from my bedroom window as he walked up to the front door, where he was blocked by the canopy of the porch. The doorbell rang, and I practically ran down the stairs. Socka got to the door while I was halfway down. He opened the door and stared at Jet.
"Who're you?" he asked, his mouth full of the sandwich which he held in his hand.
"Uh, Jet Rebel. I'm here to pick up Kitty." I walked down the rest of the way, calm and collected, and walked to the door.
"Hi, I'm Kitty Waters," I introduced myself. Jet looked me over and smirked slightly. What was it with guys and smirking at me? Anyway, he gestured for me to leave the house, and led me to the limo. We climbed in and sat down.
"So, where are we going?" I asked.
"First we're going to a movie. We have a private theater at our disposal, so you can choose the movie. After that, we're going to dinner at Le Soir," he said to me.
"Sounds good," I said.
"So tell me, pretty Kitty, what movie would you like to see?"
"I'm sort of in the mood for an action movie," I said to him.
"Then it's decided. We'll see Vengeance. It's the only action movie out right now." I smiled. We arrived at the theater, and were escorted into our own room. We sat down, and people brought us concessions. The lights went down and the movie started, completely skipping the previews. I settled in for some good fight scenes. But that didn't last long. About ten minutes into the movie, I felt Jet's hand on my thigh. I tried to ignore it, but then the armrest between us went up, and he leaned in. He started kissing me, and I was a little too shocked to react. Before I knew it, he had me laying down and was in total makeout mode. I tried pushing him off, but he obviously worked out. 'Course I knew that, considering I'd read every interview he'd ever done. I turned away, pushing him back.
"Stop it," I said.
"Why?" he asked.
"Because I said so. Now get off!" I pushed him again.
"Make me," he said.
"How 'bout I do." I looked up to see Zane standing over us. When Jet turned to look, Zane grabbed him by the shirt and threw him over a few rows of chairs. I sat up, watching.
"Are you alright?" Zane asked, turning back to me.
"Yeah, thanks," I said. "How'd you know where we were?"
"It's amazing the kind of information you can buy," he said. "Let's go." He led me out of the theater, Jet watching as we left. I turned back, glaring at the stupid rockstar. I stuck my tongue out at him. Immature, I know, but I felt like doing it.