Monday, September 1, 2014

ROCK MY BODY TEASER

ROCK MY BODY Teaser *Unedited*
Release Date: TBA (See my last blog POST for details)
Goodreads: https://www.goodreads.com/book/show/17610219-rock-my-body




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.”

“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!”