The Rockstar's bodyguard { A Bethanny Mcnarie novel }

Chapter 2: The J-list campaign { Bethanny }

-Bethanny -

I clicked the refresh button, my heart racing a little bit. I never knew when it was going to happen, when a negative headline was going to drop. I'd been living a dangerous game lately, going out with a jerk who was a tabloid magnet and sneaking into clubs. But I did all of it in the name of feminism, well, feminism and vengeance of course. All of my uncharacteristically bad behavior was to achieve on goal, to destroy Jason Jensen.

Jason Jensen was famous, both at my high school and in the whole world. Much like half the students at my overpriced private school with a gate that prison look like child's play, Jason was the son of Hollywood royalty. His father was Jerry Jensen, actor, writer, director; and Jason's mother was a retired supermodel who sold these face creams that made your skin smell like peaches. My mother swore by Keriann's collection, but I couldn't stomach anything with the Jensen name on it. It's not like I had anything against the children of the famous, especially since I was the daughter of retired rocker Joel Mcnarie and the fashion mogul Angela Mcnarie. No, my problem was with Jason and his sense of entitlement and lack of respect for women. When he put my friend Mel on the J-list and she sought treatment for extreme depressive disorder three weeks later, I made him my target.

The J-list was an infamous prank among the junior class at my school; the website was started last year. Someone actually made it to try and shame Jason Jensen, who alledegly slept with ten girls in one week. They posted the names of his girlfriends and wrote nasty comments intended to show little Jason the error of his ways. But Jason didn't even blush at the accusations. He bought the domain name and decided to keep the website, named the j-list, going. He would post pictures of the girls he seduced on his page, usually in a risqué format. He also had a list of aspirations, infamously named "Jason's to-do list." Clearly, his love of bad puns was just as strong as the love he had for his own ego. Mel was a loner and never paid attention to things like this; neither did I to be honest. Then Mel went from the to-do list to the list of Jason's conquests, and then she took down a bottle of pills the next week. She couldn't handle the rumors, so she gave up. But I didn't give up when faced with a challenge; I got even.

So I devised a plan. I decided to try and tame the beast, and then somehow make him hurt for what he'd done. It wasn't a good plan, but it was almost working. I had been the number two on his to-do list for a year, right under my older sister who didn't acknowledge his existence and never would. I had gotten Jason to ask me out and follow me. I teased him, made it seem like I would give into him. But I never would. My best plan involved videotaping Jason begging me to sleep with him and posting it on his website, ruining his street credit. My plans had gotten me stranded on the side of the road with some stranger and sneaking around strange clubs. I clicked the site and saw that there was a new face on the site, a hungover bimbo from the club last night. I guess I'd been dumped by my fake boyfriend. Oh well. I had bigger problems like an AP euro test and only two weeks to train for soccer camp before I hit the road with my parents. Every year our family went on tour with my dad's band while they reunited just. For the summer. It was hard to keep in shape on the road, but I would manage. Revenge was still on my mind, but it would have to wait until the fall.

I got up and went out, checking my phone. The cute jeep guy I'd danced with at the club had yet to text me back, which slightly saddened me. Sure, nothing except for a little flirting could happen, but I still had a minor crush. The first guy I met who I'd liked in a long time and he was practically a hundred. That was just my luck. At least today was the last day of school, so I only had to suffer through Jason's bullshit for one more day. I grabbed my book bag and looked at the clock. I didn't have time to make coffee, but if I swung by the java hut by our school, I could get my caffeine in before first period. I slammed the door behind me, leaving j-list behind me for a little while.