Breathe (Sea Breeze #1)(38)
I turned to Jax. “When Amanda sees me step out of this vehicle with you, she is going to flip out. So get prepared.”
He laughed. “You act like I am not used to being treated like a celebrity.” He squeezed my hand. “It’s fine. Stop worrying. I am used to this. I don’t normally live in hiding like I do here. I know how to handle it.”
I took a deep breath and exhaled. “Let’s go.”
Jax put his hand on my leg. “I’m getting you out, so stay put.”
He held my hand as we made our way toward Amanda, who stood frozen in place with her mouth hanging open.
“Hey, I, um, brought a guest. I hope it’s all right.”
It sounded stupid, but I didn’t know what else to say. She covered her gaping mouth with a trembling hand
“Yes, it’s fine,” she said through her hand, staring at Jax in disbelief, and I smiled because I completely understood her disbelief.
“Amanda, this is Jax, Jax, this is Amanda, a friend of mine from school.”
Jax held out his hand and unleashed his lethal grin on her, and I was afraid she might faint. She shook his hand and gawked at him, but she didn’t seem to be able to speak.
“It’s nice to meet you, Amanda.”
Amanda whimpered.
Jax finally broke the handshake and stepped back.
She gathered herself back together. “Okay, great, um, you guys come this way. Dylan is going to, uh, want to meet you.”
I turned to Jax, and he smiled to reassure me. We followed Amanda, who kept glancing back at us every few seconds to make sure we hadn’t vanished. The house seemed nice, but nothing like what Jax lived in. A two-story, yellow beach style house, people occupied every door, and a few windows. We went past the house toward the sound of live music. In the center of the backyard stood a large stage. People were dancing in front of the stage and all down a bridge connecting the house to the sandy, white beach.
We followed Amanda up a set of steps and onto the large party area. A bonfire blazed down on the beach, and more people were out there. I began to notice people staring at us, trying to decide whether or not this was, in fact, Jax Stone. Amanda led us to a group of guys sitting around a hot tub, drinking with a few girls in tiny bikinis. She cleared her throat, and a tall, lanky guy with a shaved head turned
toward her.
“Dylan, this is my friend, Sadie, I told you about.”
He looked at me and gave me a slow smile. “Amanda said you were at school last year. How did I miss you?” he asked, his smile turning into a cocky grin.
Before I could think of anything to say, Amanda cleared her throat, again, and said, “And this is her date tonight, Jax Stone.”
Dylan went from leering at me, to switching his gaze toward Jax, who slipped his arm around my waist. Jax acted so calm and comfortable, almost as though he knew everyone here and wasn’t about to get slammed with crazy fans.
“Jax Stone.” Dylan stood and stared in disbelief.
Jax once again, ever so politely, held out his hand. “I’m sorry about crashing your party.”
Shaking his head, Dylan recovered a bit and took Jax’s hand. “No way! Hell, you aren’t crashing my party. You’re Jax freakin’ Stone. You don’t need an invite anywhere, man. Especially here!”
The girls in the hot tub stirred from their initial shock and got out of the water to come around to where we stood.
“Oh. My. God! I am such a big fan! My name is Gabby Montess. I have your newest CD in my car will you please sign it for me?”
Jax smiled politely and nodded. “I’d be glad to, Gabby.”
Gabby grabbed her still speechless friend’s hand, and they squealed together as they ran for the CD and a pen. Others, realizing what was happening, had us surrounded within seconds. Girls, calling Jax’s name, shoved paper and pens toward him, as well as shirts and shoes and bags and even a pair of panties. Jax had been forced to release me to sign autographs, so I decided to get out of the chaos. I stepped back, and a girl standing behind me pushed me aside. I sank further back out of the crowd, getting elbowed, and I forced my way to freedom. Once one person lost control, it became a frenzy.
The band stopped playing. I listened to squeals and proclamations of the crowd, saying they must be dreaming. Girls pushed and shoved, and yelled his name. Guys even fought to get close to him. I overheard some guy say he had written a song he wanted Jax to listen to. This was crazy, and I had let him walk into it all. I sighed and turned when I heard a girl ask someone standing beside her, “I wonder if he will autograph my stomach?”
I realized how much I didn’t like other girls throwing themselves at him. I’d had him to myself, and it was easy to think we were normal, but he would never be ordinary. He would always be someone I couldn’t hold onto. I stared out at the water and decided to escape to the serenity of the now deserted beach.
“Excuse me! Excuse me! Listen up please!” Dylan McCovey’s voice came over the sound system. I turned to see him standing on stage. He appeared to be very pleased with himself. “I realize we have a special guest tonight, but if you want to stay at this party, I am going to have to ask you to act like he is just one of us and give Jax some breathing room. If you can’t do this, I am going to have you escorted off the property.”
I glanced back at the crowd around Jax, and several girls protested and complained following Dylan’s speech, but they listened to him. Even through the thinning crowd, I didn’t see Jax and figured he would still have to deal with several more fans before he managed to get free. I turned toward the shore and wondered if he would be able to find me if I went down to the beach.