Page 102 of How to Be a Rockstar's Girlfriend

“You can’t throw away my beer.”

I don’t answer him. I place the cans in the recycling bin before turning around. It’s time for me to go home.

“Where do you think you’re going?” He asks when I reach the door.

“Home. I’ll see you tomorrow.”

“Are you fucking kidding me? You throw away my beer and then walk away? What the hell, Mercy?”

“Fender is next door. I’ll ask him to keep an eye on you.”

“I’m not a child. I don’t need anyone to keep an eye on me.”

“Okay.” It might sound as if I’m agreeing, but I’m not. I’m still warning Fender Gibson’s drunk and alone.

“Will you stop being a bitch?”

I cringe at the word bitch. I freaking hate the word. It’s a trigger for me since my mom loved to scream at me for being a bitch whenever I tried to help her get sober.

“What did you call me?”

He doesn’t hesitate. “Bitch.”

Oh goodie. We’ve reached the nasty drunk portion of the evening.

“Please don’t call me the b-word.”

“Bitch.”

I was wrong. I can’t do this. I can’t handle this problem.

“I love you, but I can’t do this.”

“If you loved me, you wouldn’t be a bitch to me.”

Tears well in my eyes but I sniff and hold them back. I will not cry in front of Gibson. I will not let him see how his words are killing me.

I open the door. “Goodbye, Gibson.”

“Where are you going? You need to buy me more beer since you threw away the ones I bought. Don’t you dare leave me here!”

I slam the door. I can’t listen to this.

“Mercy!” Leia hollers from the house next door.

I wave at her and turn in the opposite direction. I can’t talk to her now. Not when my heart is breaking.

“Mercy!” She hollers again. “Don’t make me chase you.”

I increase my pace as the first tears fall down my face. I don’t want anyone to see me this way. Especially not my new friend who has a perfect life with her perfect rockstar.

My perfect rockstar was an illusion. I knew better than to fall for him. I knew I should have kept my heart encased behind a brick wall.

But what did I do? I fell for his charm. I believed I could be a rockstar’s girlfriend.

When will I learn my lesson? I need to start making better decisions about men.

Forget that. I need to stay away from men period. End of sentence.

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