She must be a Slayette.
Smiling, I tilt my head when she smirks, looking me up and down.
“Hi,” I greet.
“Hmm… I guess you’ll do,” she answers, then leans in, grabs me by the arm, pulling me out the door. I quickly shut it behind me, and we’re off. I have to almost run to keep up with her, and if I’m being honest, she’s hurting my arm.
“So, um… my name’s Dee. Nice to, um… meet you,” I breathe out as we walk briskly to the elevator.
“I know, c’mon, they’re waiting for us,” she replies while pressing the button repeatedly.
We step in, and I wait awkwardly for her to tell me her name, but she doesn’t volunteer any information. She looks at me and shakes her head with a slight giggle.
Hello, is this girl daft? I’m standing right here!
And why am I even doing this if Colt can’t come and get me himself?
The doors open, and we walk straight to the entrance of the Rutherford Regent, where there’s a black stretch Hummer waiting and paparazzi everywhere. My eyes open wide as I take in the girls being held back by security. They start to scream when we walk out, but it quickly dies down when they realize we’re not the famous ones they’re waiting for.
“C’mon,quickly,” the girl shouts as she drags me toward the Hummer.
The door opens, but the camera flashes daze me to the spot. It’s not like I haven’t had paparazzi follow me, but nothing like this. I feel a hand on my arm, and I instantly warm at the touch. Then I’m pulled from my awe-induced coma and back to reality with Colt tugging me into the Hummer. After I slide in, a security guard shuts the door behind me.
“Wow,” I exclaim as everyone looks at me.
Colt chuckles and rests his hand on my knee, his touch sending a mixture of cold and hot shivers up my leg.
“Yeah, sorry ’bout that. Some fans found out where we’re staying, and well, it can get a little hectic,” he replies while the other people in the Hummer start to talk amongst themselves.
Everyone is dressed like rock gods—black tops and ripped jeans appear to be the clothing of choice, except for me, in my tight jeans and yellow cardigan.
What the heck was I thinking?
Colt’s hand on my knee tightens slightly as I look up at him.
I can’t help the nerves running through my system. I’m going to a rock concert with a guy I met last night and his rock band.
This goes against everything I was taught and everything I am.
Who the hell are you? And what have you done with Deliah Norman?
My father will scold me, and I am not looking forward to that moment.
“Dee, you okay?” Colt asks, looking directly into my eyes.
All I can do is swallow the lump that’s firmly lodged in my throat and nod.
He smiles brightly, making me melt just a little, and gives my knee another reassuring squeeze. “Just remember, you’re being spontaneous.”
“Yeah, you’re right. That’s me, living it up.”
The short girl slides across the seat and places her arm around my shoulders. “Don’t you worry about a thing, Little Bean. Mamma Sia will look after you.” She smirks at Colt.
“Mamma Sia?” I question.
“That’s me, Alysia, but everyone calls me Mamma Sia. Guess ’cause I’m like the mother of the group. I keep ’em in line, and I’m the head of the Slayettes.”
“Don’t forget to add that you keep Dingo in check as well, Mamma,” the guy who looks like Colt yells out, and the whole car explodes in laughter except for Dingo, who crinkles his nose and sticks up his middle finger.
