Page 3 of How to Love a Rockstar

I nod.

“Sorry, I can’t.”

His phone beeps and he glances down at it and winces. Without another word, he rushes away. Meanwhile, my face is hot enough to set off the fire alarm.

I creep into the library and find a spot in the back away from everyone where I can wallow in my humiliation alone.

Never again. I will never ask a boy out again. And I certainly won’t crush on Dylan – the ‘nice guy’ – anymore.

Chapter 2

Dylan – a rockstar about to be hit by lightning

Present day

Dylan

Istretch my neck as I wake up. The muscles in my lower back spasm. Ouch. What the hell did I do last night?

I scan the room and realize I’m laying on the floor. Next to me is Fender. Gibson and Jett are at our feet while Cash is in the bed. The band’s all here.

We must have fallen asleep in Cash’s room after working on the new song all night. I smile. Last night was exactly like old times when we used to gather in the bedroom of my apartment and play music while talking shit about all the crazy things we’d do once we had money from making it big.

Making it big was always the dream. But I never thoughtCash & the Sinnerswould actually become a record-breaking band that tours the world and has fans stalking us into toilet stalls at concert venues.

It’s been a wild ride but we need a break before we burn ourselves out. We’re supposed to be enjoying a year off now. Instead, we’re in the tiny town of Winter Falls in Colorado recording our new album because Cash discovered his biological family lives here.

When he found out his ex Indigo was here as well, I knew we wouldn’t be going anywhere for a while.

Jealousy burns in my stomach and I rub a hand over it. Not jealousy over Cash finding his family. I’ve got my mom and sisters. But Cash and his ex, Indigo? Who won’t be an ex much longer if Cash has anything to say about it?

I’m ready for the kind of love they have. Too bad I’m surrounded by fans who are too enamored by my fame and dollar signs to get to know the real me.

Enough of this melancholy. I get to my feet and go in search of a bathroom. Once I finish my business, I make my way to the kitchen. I need coffee.

As soon as the smell of coffee permeates through the house, my bandmates tumble into the kitchen.

“What’s for breakfast?” Fender asks but doesn’t wait for an answer before opening the refrigerator.

Fender is the bass player ofCash & the Sinners.He’s also a giant who’s always hungry.

Cash slams the door on him. “No raiding the kitchen.”

Cash is the lead singer ofCash & the Sinners.He also thinks he’s our leader. But no one can keep these clowns under control.

“But I’m hungry.” Fender’s stomach growls in agreement.

“Me too,” Gibson says.

“Me three,” Jett adds.

Gibson is our rhythm guitar player and Jett is the drummer. They’re also the reason Cash can’t keep the band under control. Gibson is a charmer who enjoys making women fall at his feet while Jett is an adrenaline junkie who thought a quick trip to climb Mount Etna while we were on tour in Italy was a good idea. It wasn’t.

“I’ll get some takeout.” Cash settles a glare on each of them. “Behave while I’m gone.”

Gibson bats his eyelashes. “I always behave.”

“You always snore,” Fender corrects.

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