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Going Nowhere

Author
R S Burton
Reads
30.5K
Chapters
61
Author
R S Burton
Reads
30.5K
Chapters
61
😱 Thriller📸 Celebrities⚔️ Enemies to Lovers👩🏼‍🏫 Teachers🏙️ Contemporary🎸 Rockstars😈 Bully Romance

Scarlett Jackson has spent years perfecting the art of disappearing. The daughter of a rock star mother and a powerhouse talent agent father, she knows better than anyone how the spotlight can burn. After a devastating betrayal in high school, she retreated into a quiet life. Preschool teacher. Suburban house. Four cats. No boyfriend, no music, no public profile. Safe, predictable, invisible. Then Xavier Smith comes home. Scarlett has always known Xavier as the moody family friend who made her teenage years a misery. What she didn't know is that he's spent the last five years as Vax — the brooding lead singer of Going Nowhere, the band whose music has been the secret soundtrack to her carefully constructed quiet life. The rock star she's had pinned to her wall is the boy she always despised. Except he isn't that boy anymore. Xavier is older, tattooed, and carrying guilt so heavy it has shaped every reckless decision he's made since leaving town. He sees straight through Scarlett's careful disguise — the girl who pretends she's ordinary, who flinches at cameras, who swears she hates music. And Scarlett begins to see past his armour to the man who wrote a love song about her years before she even knew he existed. But wanting each other and being good for each other are two very different things. Xavier is convinced he's a liability, and every time Scarlett gets close enough to matter, he runs. Meanwhile, Scarlett — who has spent years protecting herself from being used and hurt — is finally learning to stop hiding and start living. A secret talent. A hidden past. A stalker with a twenty-three year grudge. And a father who interferes with equal measures of love and damage. Going Nowhere is a slow-burn romance about two people who have spent their whole lives running from themselves, and the moment they finally stop — and run toward each other instead.

Chapter 1: The Guest of Honor

SCARLETT

From the moment I was born, I was thrust into the limelight. My mother was a rock star in her prime, and my father was, and still is, the CEO of the most prestigious talent agency. I would be lying if I said it had been easy.
High school had been horrible for a multitude of reasons, but my inherited notoriety was what really did it for me. I couldn’t walk down the street without being harassed by strangers with cameras, but not only that, people I had trusted used me, abused me, and then spat me out like I was nothing.
From a young age, I had known I had to escape from the limelight if I wanted to feel at peace. High school cemented that notion. I lied about my passions and suppressed them so deeply that even I believed it. I studied early childhood education and found a job as a preschool teacher. I moved to the suburbs and pretended I wasn’t a Jackson.
After a while, life seemed normal. Normal in that I’m twenty-three, I live alone in a small two-bedroom house with four cats, no prospective boyfriends. Oh, and I’m still very much a virgin.
But still my past haunted me. Xavier was a “family friend”: we were the same age, born only hours apart. Ever since we were thirteen, he had tormented me for no other reason than his enjoyment. I had hated it, yet he wasn’t the worst thing about those torturous four years.
The Use/Abuse/Spit team had done something so despicable, so morally corrupt, that it alone had forced me into a hermit-like life. After graduation, I yearned not only to be normal but to be invisible. Yet still, I had thought about it every day for the last five years.
Xavier’s return only magnified the feelings and memories of high school, even though his torment had been different, bearable even. I despised him and what he represented, but I had never been able to bring myself to hate him.
This was supposed to be a celebratory dinner for him. A “patchwork” family member returning from business college to plunder my father’s life work into the ground.
There was a knock at the door, and the guest of honor was supposed to have arrived, but someone unexpected walked in. One look at our visitor and I wasn’t transported back to my high school years, but rather to my college years, and it was like a real-life poster stood in front of me. It wasn’t Xavier.
He was tall, taller than I had expected. His arms were adorned with the beautiful art I’d spent hours admiring while watching music videos. He wore the same staple black jeans and T-shirt he always wore, and his long dark hair was down, half covering his face like it always did.
I wasn’t about to argue. Vax was a considerable step up from Xavier, but it begged the question: why the hell was Vax from my favorite band “Going Nowhere” in my parents’ kitchen with my family?
“Surprise,” he said with a shrug, pulling his hair back off his face. He looked directly at me, and a smirk washed across his lips. His hazel eyes glinted with something I couldn’t decipher. I could feel my heart beginning to speed up, and my temperature felt like it was rising.
“Xavier,” Janie exclaimed, her tone incredulous. She stepped forward and touched his cheek. “I don’t understand.”
Whoa, Xavier? I reeled back in shock. Why was I looking at Vax when Janie was calling the exact same person Xavier? The Xavier who had tormented me. I knew Xavier, and Xavier didn’t look like this. Yes, he was moody. Yes, he only wore black, but…
The more I took him in, the more I realized he did look like this. It was Xavier. I wasn’t sure how I had missed the similarities in his almond-shaped hazel eyes.
Sure, he was older now. His skin was decorated with ink, and his face was covered with a light smattering of stubble, but it didn’t seem a reasonable enough excuse. It had been enough to trick me, and now as I looked at him, I couldn’t help but feel foolish.
“I wanted to tell you, Mom, but, well…” He looked at Marc, and his eyes steeled.
He was angry, and I was mortified to find it sexy. I shook my head, still struggling to work out what the hell was going on. Xavier had made my life hell in high school. He’d called me fake and had tagged my locker.
He’d played a video of me dancing badly at a Christmas party on the school website. He had been a jerk.
He wasn’t Vax. This was just a prank.
“Xavier. What’s going on?” Marc boomed, clearly not caring about the audience he had. The room was filled with other patchwork family members, each and every one of them as shocked as the others.
“You wanted me to get educated. You wanted me to run your business! I didn’t want to. I wanted to play music!” Xavier pulled a Rolling Stone magazine from his back pocket and slammed it down on the bench. “You told me I was dreaming. A man in charge of finding new talent told me I was better off getting a nine-to-five job. You were wrong! And this proves it.”
Marc didn’t say anything else. Janie hugged Xavier. He seemed surprised by the gesture but returned the hug nonetheless.
After that, everyone except Marc and me seemed to accept this new development, like their worlds hadn’t crumbled beneath them like chalk. How could I not have recognized him? I couldn’t accept this. I wouldn’t.
Isla, her sister Grace, and their parents Amelia and Josh arrived shortly after the awkward encounter. Isla and I grew close when I started college. She was studying photography and saw me under a tree alone. We’d hung out before because our families were close, but she went to a different high school, so we didn’t really talk much.
College was different, however, and with her I felt free to be whoever I was. I told her about high school. She knew most of it anyway because her parents had filled her in, and she quickly became my best friend. One I knew I could trust.
But she knew about Xavier too, the only person I’d ever told. So while her parents, Amelia and Josh, spent the next five minutes gushing over Xavier and how surprised and impressed they were, Isla walked over to me and slung her arm over my shoulder.
“This is actually happening, isn’t it?” Isla gasped, her tone amused. She knew about my gigantic crush on Vax and my gigantic dislike of Xavier.
“Kill me. Please,” I groaned, wishing I’d said no to this stupid dinner after all. It was hopeless though. I was stuck here.
“Maybe he’s changed,” Isla suggested, shrugging her shoulders. “He sure looks different.”
He did look different, but now I couldn’t understand how I hadn’t seen that Vax was Xavier before. When his hair was off his face, all I could see was Xavier. Even I couldn’t deny that Xavier had always been good-looking, but he’d spent so much of his youth scowling that I’d barely even noticed it.
He wasn’t scowling now. He was smiling as he spoke to my dad about his last tour of the country. My stomach flipped as I watched him speak, and butterflies began flitting through me. I shook my head, realizing what was happening and just how absurd it was.
It was how I’d felt when I’d looked at posters of Vax or music videos, how I’d felt when I’d fantasized about him. My face blushed. I could feel the heat radiating from my face.
I couldn’t feel this way about him now that it was clear Vax was Xavier. I had to kill it.
I cleared my throat and shrugged Isla’s arm from my shoulder. “I, uh—I need a moment,” I said, excusing myself.

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