Page 101 of How to Love a Rockstar

I stalk to him. “Where were you? You promised me you’d watch over her.”

“He was too busy playing with our neighbor, Leia, to watch over Virginia,” Gibson taunts.

Fender growls. “Leave Leia out of it. She has nothing to do with this.”

“Except if you weren’t obsessed with her, you would have been watching out for Virginia the way you promised,” Jett says.

I get in Fender’s face. He’s a few inches taller and more than a few inches wider than me but I don’t give a flying fuck. He’s going down for what happened.

“You promised you’d look out for Virginia.”

“I’m sorry, man. I thought she was safe at Indigo’s house. Indigo promised to message me when Virginia left, but she never messaged.”

“It’s past midnight. You didn’t think to check on her this whole time?”

“I did check on her. Who do you think told these yahoos Virginia was in trouble?”

“I don’t care about the hooligans. I didn’t entrust the woman I love’s safety to them.” I stab my finger into his chest. “I entrusted it to you.”

He nods. “You did. If it will make you feel better, go ahead and hit me.”

“Whoa!” Gibson shouts. “We’re not supposed to be hitting each other.”

“You hit Jett all the time.”

“Because he deserves it. Fender doesn’t deserve it.”

“What happened to 'he ignored Virginia' to play hide the snake with Leia?”

Fender growls. “Do not bring Leia into this.”

“Fine. I won’t bring Leia into this, but I will give you the punch you deserve.”

I retreat a few steps and fist my hands.

The door flies open and Cash rushes into the house. “No fighting.”

I point to Fender. “He agreed I can punch him.”

“No one’s punching anyone. You’re not taking your anger about Virginia dumping you out on Fender.”

I glare at him. “Ginny didn’t dump me.”

“Which is why Indy is at Virginia’s house comforting her while she cries her eyes out.”

My heart clenches in my chest. Ginny’s crying her eyes out? Why did she say she needs to slow things down if it pains her? Why won’t she let me comfort her?

Because you didn’t protect her when she needed it most, asshole. Thank you, subconscious, I’ll handle things from here.

Jett shoves me. “What did you do? Did you hurt her?”

“I didn’t hurt her.”

Gibson crosses his arms over his chest. “Why is she crying if you didn’t hurt her?”

Jett glares at me. “Asshole. Did you break up with her for freaking out when the paps came after her?”

Fender growls. “It was her first encounter with the paps. Of course, it scared her.”

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