Page 39 of How to Be a Rockstar's Girlfriend

“Not when it brings me such pleasure to listen to your voice go up an octave every time you realize I haven’t googled you yet.”

“My voice doesn’t go up an octave.”

“What?” She asks in a high voice. “You haven’t googled me yet? But I’m rich and famous. I’m a rockstar.”

She doesn’t give a shit I’m a rockstar. I’m starting to understand why Dylan and Fender fell hard for women who don’t care about their fame.

Not that I’m falling for Mercy. I refuse to fall for anyone. But I like Mercy. She’s amusing and fun to be around. With a start, I realize I’m missing her. As a friend. I’m missing my friend. I am not falling for her. I refuse.

“Oh crap,” she mutters.

“What? What’s wrong?”

“Mercury’s yelling about the toilet. I bet he clogged it again.”

“Do you need me to ring a plumber?”

“I’m a mechanic. I can handle a clogged toilet.”

“Have fun.”

“I didn’t say I’d enjoy it. I should go.”

“Don’t forget to phone Indigo,” I remind her before hanging up.

I pocket my phone. When I saunter into the hallway, Cash, Dylan, Fender, and Jett are waiting for me.

“Why are you smiling?” Jett narrows his eyes on me. “Have you been drinking in there?” He leans close to sniff my breath. “No alcohol.”

“Maybe he wasn’t alone,” Cash suggests, and I scowl. I’m not cheating on Mercy. She deserves better than a man who cheats the second he’s away from home.

Dylan grins. “I bet he’s been talking to Mercy.” Fender grunts. “Fender agrees.”

“Don’t we need to get on stage?” I walk away, but they follow me.

“He was definitely on the phone with Mercy,” Cash says. “Indigo is going to love this.”

“Virginia, too,” Dylan adds.

“I don’t love this,” Jett grumbles. “We have a pact.”

I’m not breaking our pact to not fall in love but I can hardly tell Jett the truth. The whole point of this charade is to get the band off my back. I may have gotten them off my back about drinking but now they won’t stop bugging me about my girlfriend. Having bandmates is exhausting.

I shrug. “Be happy you won our bet.”

“What bet?” Aurora asks as she rushes toward us. “Never mind. You’re on in five. Are you ready?”

“Someone’s bossy,” Jett whispers.

“I heard you.” Aurora glares at him as she herds us toward the stage. She stops me with a hand on my wrist. “I’m happy for you, Gibson. Mercy sounds wonderful.”

“She is.”

I nearly stumble when I realize I’m not lying. Mercy is wonderful. She’ll make someone a wonderful wife some day.

But not me. I like her. Enjoy her company. Enjoy having a laugh with her. Nothing more. I am not falling for her. I can’t chance it.

Chapter 12

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