Page 105 of How to Love a Rockstar

“You’re the one who doesn’t make any sense.” She points her spoon at me and sauce flies off it onto my blanket. I nab the spoon from her.

“I have no idea what you mean.”

“Why in the world did you break up with Dylan? You’ve loved him as long as I’ve loved Cash.”

“One, I didn’t break up with Dylan. Two, I haven’t loved him since high school. And, three, how do you know anything?”

“Everyone knows,” Leia answers and I focus on her. She shrugs. “What? They do.”

I drop the spoons to bury my face in my hands. “How can the entire town know about me and Dylan? The man barely left my apartment five minutes ago.”

“Good news travels fast. Bad news travels faster,” Indigo says as she rubs my back. “What happened?”

“The paparazzi descended on me.”

“I heard. I’m sorry. I should have made sure you got home safe.”

I wave away her apology. “It’s not your fault.”

“But it is Dylan’s fault?”

“No, I don’t blame Dylan.”

“Then, why did you dump him?”

“I didn’t dump Dylan.” I huff. “Maybe Dylan dumped me.”

Leia snorts and I glare at her. “Sorry, but the man who let us into your apartment did not dump you. He was devastated.”

I clutch my chest. “Dylan was devastated?”

She nods. “Completely undone.”

“He thinks I blame him for what happened with the vultures.”

Indigo nudges me. “Do you blame him?”

“I don’t blame him.”

“But?” she pushes.

I blow out a breath. “But I couldn’t get ahold of him when it happened. He didn’t answer his phone or his messages. I probably rang him five hundred times.” I shake my head. “I needed him and he wasn’t there.”

Indigo wraps an arm around my shoulders and I lay my head on her shoulder. “Virginia, best friend of mine, this is what you signed up for when you fell in love with a rockstar. They’re not always available. They have concerts and tours and interviews and the list goes on and on.”

“Which is why I told Dylan I need a break.”

“I can’t believe you. You’ve been obsessed with him for years and at the first hurdle, you bail. I thought more of you, Virginia.”

“Hey,” Leia says. “Be nice. She’s hurting. This couldn’t have been an easy decision for her.”

“It’s my job as best friend to point out when my friend is being an idiot.”

“Great,” Leia mumbles. “Can I decline the friend offer?”

“Nope. You’re stuck with me.”

“Awesome.”

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