Page 29 of How to Love a Rockstar

“How can I not remember you? Were you in a different year than me?”

Is he serious? “You are some piece of work.”

“Okay. We were in the same year. Did we have any classes together?”

I shake my head. He is serious.

He smiles. “There you have it. We didn’t have any classes together. That’s why I don’t remember you.”

“Except I was friends with Indigo.”

The smile falls from his face. I might as well strike while the iron’s hot.

“And I asked you to the Sadie Hawkin’s dance.”

He grimaces.

“Do you know what you said?”

His cheeks flame and he ducks his head. “No.”

I poke his chest. “You said. And I quote here. Sorry, I can’t. And then walked away without another word.”

“I can explain.”

“Save your explanations. I don’t need them.”

This time when I try to leave, he doesn’t stop me. Good. It’s over. Him chasing after me, asking me out, showing up wherever I am, is over.

I should be happy. Except my heart feels as if it’s being torn in two. Stupid heart.

Chapter 11

Bandmates – always come when you need them whether you want them to or not

Dylan

Istare at the destruction of my apartment. I’ve searched everywhere I can think of but no high school yearbook. What am I doing? I wouldn’t have my yearbook with me. This isn’t my home. My home is in San Diego. For now, at least.

I dig out my phone and dial Mom.

“Hey, favorite son of mine.”

I roll my eyes. “I’m your only son, Mom.”

“Thus, my favorite.”

“You’re a nut.”

“How are you, my boy?”

I open my mouth to ask if she knows where my yearbook from senior year is but she continues before I have the chance.

“Any news? Do you have a girlfriend? I can’t wait forever to become a grandma.”

“Mom, you already are a grandma. Did you forget Janis has two boys?”

“But I want you to have a wife and children.”

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