Page 73 of How to Love a Rockstar

Indigo releases Ginny to turn on Cash. “I did not need liquid courage. The principal, Mrs. West, and I had a drink to celebrate what a wonderful school year it’s been.”

“One drink?”

“What’s the difference between one or two drinks?” Indigo’s nose wrinkles. “Or was it three?”

Jett snorts. “And here everyone thought Gibson and I would be the reason we get banned from the brewery.”

A waitress arrives. “Your table is ready.”

We follow her upstairs to a table tucked away in the corner. I pull a chair out for Ginny before sitting next to her.

“Ah, he pulled the chair out for her.” Gibson bats his eyelashes. “It must be love.”

It’s not love yet but I’m traveling down the road toward my final destination marked as love.

Jett shakes his head. “Love isn’t pulling out a chair. Love is swallowing.” He leans toward Ginny but I slap a hand over his mouth before he can question her.

“Stop being rude.”

Jett gasps. “I’m not rude. I’m exciting and new. I’m life’s sweetest reward.”

Ginny giggles. “Are you paraphrasing the Love Boat theme?”

“I’m making it better.”

“The judges of the karaoke contest beg to differ,” Gibson claims.

Jett sniffs and sticks his nose in the air. “I can’t understand why I didn’t win.”

Fender grunts. “Cash was there.”

“Did Fender just give you a compliment?” Indigo probably thinks she’s whispering to Cash but she’s not. She’s shouting.

“How many drinks did you have with the principal anyway?” Ginny asks.

Indigo counts on her fingers. “One. Two. Three. No. Two. Definitely two.”

Ginny sighs. “You never could count.” She glances around the table and whisper-shouts, “She used to cheat off me all the time.”

“I did not!”

Ginny raises an eyebrow at Indigo. “You just happened to drop your pencil next to my desk every five minutes during every single test in math class our sophomore year?”

Indigo crosses her arms over her chest. “It was rude of you to skip a year.”

“I’m the rude one?” She points to herself. “I bet you ten bucks Dylan can tell a story about everyone at this table which proves they’re ruder than me.”

I rub my hands together. “I’m ready.”

Indigo glares at Ginny. “Make it twenty.”

“You got it.” They shake hands before Ginny motions to me. “Please proceed.”

“This is too easy. Jett and Gibson are the definition of rude.”

“Talk. Talk. Talk.” Indigo crosses her arms over her chest. “You’re not proving anything.”

“Let’s see. How about the time Gibson woke up in a hotel room with some woman. He returned from the bathroom to discover her snuggling up in bed. He pulled the sheets off the bed and threw her clothes at her before pointing at the door. Which is all pretty normal Gibson behavior but then his phone rang and he put it on speaker and arranged a date for that night while his date from the previous evening was standing there getting dressed.”

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