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Two wrinkles form
on Trip’s forehead as he furrows his brow. “Nice of you to grace us with your
presence, asshole. Where were you?”
The sunglasses
still covering my face shield the dramatic eye roll I’m giving him. “I was with
Gabby.”
He narrows his
eyes at me. “I thought you said you were done with that shit?”
“Not that it’s any
of your fucking business, but I’m not using again.”
I hope Trip doesn’t
see through the lie and figure out I’ve been dabbling a little on the white
horse. I don’t want the headache of dealing with him. Besides, I don’t have to
report what I’m doing to him.
A harsh laugh
rolls out of Trip’s mouth. “I suppose you just enjoy her fucking company. Come
on, man. This is me you’re talking to. Girls like Gabby Rodriguez are fast and
easy, not exactly dating material, so don’t try to bullshit this bullshitter. I
know the kind of shit you do when you’re with her.”
The condescending
tone in his voice makes my blood boil. I don’t see where he gets off. He’s not
my fucking father. I can do what I want, when I want. “So, when does what I do
affect you?” I swing my gaze onto Noel and Riff who are both intently watching
our exchange. It’s time I let them all know how I feel. “Any of you? You all have
your own fucking thing going on. What’s it matter if I’m out having a good
time?”
Riff narrows his
eyes. “It fucking matters when you miss important shit because you’re too high
to remember your goddamn priorities. This was the sixth band meeting you’ve
blown off. Do you even know what the fuck is going on with the new album?”
I stare at him,
the expression on my face blank. “What the fuck are you talking about? There’s
absolutely nothing going on with the new album because I haven’t finished any
of the fucking songs for it yet.”
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“He’s out of it
now,” Riff says as he shakes his head. “Do you even know what day of the week
it is?”
I hesitate and
swallow hard. I reach for my phone to check the date because I honestly don’t
have a fucking clue, but doing that would give it away that Riff’s right about
me.
Riff shakes his
head and turns to Noel with raised eyebrows. “I told you he didn’t have a fucking
clue. He’s bad for business.”
I flinch. “When
have I ever been bad for business? I’m the glue that holds this piece of shit
band together.”
“Not anymore,”
Riff replies coolly.
I shake my head,
not missing the disgust towards me in Riff’s eyes. It’s a look I remember all
too well. It’s the same one he had a couple years ago when Noel struggled with
an addiction. The same look he had when he wanted us to boot Noel from the
band.
I narrow my eyes
at my childhood friend. “You got something to say to me, Riff, just go ahead
and fucking say it.”
Riff looks from
Noel to Tyke and his Adam’s apple bobs as he swallows hard and then lifts his
chin. “You’re out, Tyke.”
My eyes widen as
every muscle inside me tenses. “What?!”
“You. Are. Out.
You’re a liability. Noel knows it and so does your brother. You need help. We
won’t stand by and watch you destroy yourself and drag this band down with
you.”
Rage rolls through
every inch of me. “You’re kicking me
out? I fucking started this band. You can’t kick me out.”
Trip lays his hand
on my shoulder. “Tyke—”
I shrug away from
his touch. “Don’t fucking touch me! Fuck you, Trip.” I level my heated gaze on
the other two guys. “Fuck all of you!”
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