Page 4 of How to Be a Rockstar's Girlfriend

“Thanks.” I wink.

“We’ll have another round of beers,” Cash says, and Cheyenne startles.

Her eyes widen on Cash. I hold back my sigh. It’s always this way. I can get a woman to drop her panties for me but they still stare at Cash as if he’s a god because he’s the lead singer of our band, Cash & the Sinners.

I should have never agreed to the name. The Sinners would have been fine. Why did we need to add the whole ‘Cash &’-part?

“I love your new song,” Cheyenne breathes out.

Cash smirks as he throws his arm around Indigo. “I wrote it for her.”

Cheyenne sighs, and I roll my eyes. Our manager tried to talk Cash out of telling the world about his love for Indigo. He claimed it would ‘hurt his image’. I wish. Instead, women crush on Cash even more. Apparently, a bad boy who settles down is catnip to women. Good thing I am never settling down.

“It’s beyond romantic how all of the band members are falling in love.”

I wish Cheyenne was exaggerating or this was some rumor the paparazzi thought up. Unfortunately, it’s true. My bandmates are falling faster than female fans when I take my shirt off.

First Cash got back together with his high school sweetheart, Indigo. After which, Dylan – the lead guitarist – fell for Virginia, a shy librarian. And now, Fender – the grumpy bass player who claimed he’d never fall for a woman again – is smitten with Leia.

Only Jett and I are left over. I catch the drummer’s eyes and feign gagging. He laughs. The two of us are of the same mind. No girlfriends. No attachments. And definitely none of this love bullshit.

“When are you leaving?” I ask Jett once the waitress saunters away.

He shrugs. “The surfing competition isn’t for a few weeks yet.”

Jett’s an adrenaline junkie. He’s never met an adventure he didn’t want to try. I think it’s hilarious. The rest of the band thinks otherwise. So, he missed the sound check in Vegas because he was ziplining across the grand canyon. Big deal.

“You going to scream like a baby when you get in the water again?”

He glares at me. “I did not scream like a baby when I got in the water. I yelled because there was a shark in the water. It bit one of the surfers.”

“And you passed out from the sight of blood.”

“I do not pass out at the sight of blood.”

Cash grunts. “If he passed out at the sight of blood, he never would have been able to message us when he got a compound fracture while he was hiking El Caminito del Rey in Spain.”

Dylan frowns. “We had to delay the concert in Lisbon for over a week.”

Jett grunts. “You can’t bitch when I played with a broken leg.”

“Dude,” I begin. “It’s a good thing we fly in a private plane. Getting through security with all the metal you have in your body would be a trial.”

“Why is everyone picking on me?” Jett asks. “I’m not the one who asked for the waitress’ number in front of everyone.”

Fender rolls his eyes. “You already had it.”

“Whoa. You got the waitress’ number before me?” I ask Jett.

“Her name is Cheyenne.”

I rear back. “You remember their names now?”

“I always remember their names.”

Cash growls. “Can you stop showing off your man whore tendencies in front of my woman?”

Indigo elbows him. “What are you? A caveman? You gonna drag me out of here by my hair next?”

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