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I am Not A Fan

And the internet has been successfully connected. I've got a few more updates but I figured I'd do one at a time to give everyone the opportunity to get excited about each one. I know who my main readers are so the sooner you get reading, the quicker the updates will come. I haven't stopped writing for the past 3 weeks even thought I've been without internet.

Thank you for your patience my lovelies <3

I felt as if the whole world around me stopped. He was there, on stage right in front of me, wearing these disgustingly tight black leather jeans and a ripped up shirt that had his band logo on it and eyeliner perfectly outlining his perfect blue eyes. He looked so incredibly different than the man I had sex with in New York but it was him. He was a lead singer of a band! Not just any band, a headlining band which meant they were probably fairly well known.

I wanted to shrink and disappear. I felt so uncomfortable. I fucked that guy and here he was having girls screaming and crying out his name. Of course just a few weeks ago I was screaming and crying out his name; just in a completely different fashion.

I looked up at him with my mouth gaping open. I didn't sway with the music or bob my head like I had been before. I was paralyzed. I was absolutely paralyzed. I didn't know what to say or how to feel. He was amazing on stage, I'll give him that but in a way I sort of felt so insignificant. I mean I knew it was a one night stand and what I was getting into with all that but I had no idea that he was some famous musician and he'd probably slept with more woman than I had fingers and toes to count them on. I suddenly felt foolish. I was just that one girl in that one town. I wasn't a name he'd remember or an experience he could never forget. The more I thought about it the more pissed off it made me. I wanted to leave but everyone was having such a good time and I didn't want to be that party pooper.

                                                          

Little did I know the passes that Rider had gotten for us included back stage access. We were going to meet the bands. I was going to have to try like hell to not embarrass myself. Shit! How did I end up caught up in this situation? I am at a concert with a guy who is borderline obsessed with me and I am about to become face to face with a famous musician that I fucked just a few weeks ago. I prayed he didn't recognize me.

We walked back stage and a lot of the band members were just hanging around socializing. A few of them send Kara and I some cat calls which made the both of us blush and look at each other. Rider wrapped his arm around my waist as we kept walking. I knew what he was trying to do. He was attempting to send a clear message that I was off limits. I however was still trying to make a clear message to him that he and I weren't an item and we weren't going to be. I shrugged him off. He sighed beside me and then tried holding my hand.

"Stop!" I hissed through my teeth and pulled my hand from his.

"Don't make a scene Mia." He growled at me. I'd never heard him take that tone with me.

"I know what you're doing. Just stop it." I crossed my arms over my chest.

"For once in your life will you just think about someone other than yourself? I am trying to be nice. Now just behave yourself." He scolded me, pointing down at me.