Total pages in book: 52
Estimated words: 50770 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 254(@200wpm)___ 203(@250wpm)___ 169(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 50770 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 254(@200wpm)___ 203(@250wpm)___ 169(@300wpm)
Zane walks over to the fridge, pulls out a chilled bottle of tequila, and hands it to me. “Shh, take it.”
I take it. “Since when do you promote underage drinking?”
Drew bursts out laughing. “Bro, do you even realize how many drugs and alcohol and okay I’m going to stop talking, know that I’m a family man now that’s behind me, it has been for a while but, I believe it started at fourteen, age doesn’t really exist in the music industry, trust me.”
“How wholesome.” I grumble and screw off the cap and bring it to my lips and toss back three gulps.
“Slow down,” Zane swipes it out of my hand. “Geez, you drank like four shots!”
“Okay,” Drew sits down next to me. “Let’s think this through, what happened after you found out? I mean, other than going through extreme embarrassment and despair?”
Zane kicks him in the foot. “Seriously?”
“That hurt!”
“It was supposed to!” Zane yelled back. “Shit man, he just got his heart broken and you suck at pep talks!”
“Honesty is always the best policy, that’s what Bronte always says at least, and that’s what we tell our little dude, and the youngest one Nexus, though we lock her in her room since many a suitor from first grade think they’re worthy of her.” He sighs. “Point is, you’ve got to figure this out and you can’t just bounce because you’re sad or disappointed, did you even hear her out?”
I shrug and jerk the bottle from Zane’s hands. “I mean, what is there to hear out? She lied to me, and I screwed, let me repeat, screwed her sister and then told her how great it was to her face only to have her agree as if it was her.”
Zane winces next to me. “Yeah, that’s bad.”
“You think?”
“Fear makes us do weird things.” Drew pipes up. “Well, I guess if you’re just going to sit there and feel sorry for yourself, we’ll get started on recording Zanes song, stay as long as you want, I’ll be sure to grab you a tiny violin later and a bucket for your tears.”
My jaw drops open. “That’s your advice? That’s your pep talk?”
“Told ya.” Zane smiles and pats me on the leg. “It’s still fresh, just chill with us a while, do not finish that bottle because I’m not holding your weird man bun back, and take a minute, snacks are everywhere, oh and that jar right there over in the far right is not filled with fruit snacks if you get my meaning, that’s why it’s way up high and has a skull taped to it and um, why they’re all individually wrapped. Mmmm kay?”
“Noted.” I grumble and hold the bottle to my chest and watch them move around. Zane and Drew are speaking words, but I don’t really hear anything. My heart hurts. I would call Ambrose but I know it’s just going to stress him out and MB, and I would just be a burden—again.
Plus, they aren’t coming back for months.
I guess they’ll figure it out when I show up back home with swollen eyes and a hangover.
Zane heads into the booth and puts on the headphones while Drew adjusts stuff on the board, so many buttons, it’s interesting to me how technology works, and by the time he’s working on the chorus I’m too curious not to plop down next to Drew still clutching the tequila like a baby.
Drew doesn’t look up, just grunts out. “This board costs more than your life, I will murder you and smile while doing it if you spill anything near it, got me?”
“I’m not an idiot.”
He slowly glances over at me as if to say, really? Could have fooled me.
I listen to the lyrics, barely, Zane has a super raspy cool voice, he’s singing about finding love because of course he is. The beat is slow, then picks up toward the end of the chorus. By the time he’s recorded over an hour, I have the chorus memorized and I’m starting to feel a bit better.
Then again, it could be the tequila in my system. Time passes by slowly, my phone starts to blow up to the point that it’s getting annoying. I ignore it, knowing exactly who it is and what they want. But I’m over it, I’m so done, what could she possibly say except sorry? And how could I possibly go back to her and trust her?
Am I being overdramatic?
Slightly, maybe, but I just wanted something for me, I wanted her, I thought wow, this is it, a girl I don’t have to share, because my shady ass past included being in love with MB, with Ambrose’s girl, and before her, we did share, with our teacher only to later get date raped by her so excuse me for having a bit of trauma when it comes to situations like these.