Page 104 of How to Be a Rockstar's Girlfriend

“What the hell do you mean? We have a new record out. Our next single is dropping soon. We need to promote it. And we have a tour planned.”

“Dylan is being nice,” Cash says.

“What he means,” Jett continues before Cash can. “Is you’re out of the band until you get clean.”

I rear back. “Get clean? I’m not an addict. I’m not the one who tried mushrooms and nearly caused our bus to crash.”

Jett grits his teeth. “And what happened when I came down? I agreed to never ingest mushrooms again.”

“I never agreed to not drink again.”

Jett raises his eyebrow. “But you did promise Mercy you wouldn’t drink.”

I snort. “Are you serious? You’re bringing up my agreement with Mercy when you don’t even like her?”

“I like her well enough.”

“Which is why you bring up our pact not to fall in love every time she’s around.”

“I can like Mercy but be mad at you for breaking our pact at the same time.”

“Since when can you multi-task?”

“Guys,” Cash interrupts. “We’re getting off topic here.”

“What is the topic? Oh right. The topic is how you’re a bunch of assholes who want to kick me out of the band because I had a few beers yesterday after my dad called.”

“Fuck,” Dylan mutters. “You didn’t tell us his dad called.”

Jett glances away, but not before there’s a flash of guilt in his eyes. He deliberately kept the information about my dad to himself. “Does it matter?”

Dylan frowns. “Of course it matters. We could have been more gentle with him.”

“Being gentle isn’t going to work. He needs his ass kicked,” Jett says.

“And you’re the one who’s going to do it?” I chuckle.

Jett points to Fender. “No, he will.”

I glance over my shoulder at Fender. “You would really hit me?”

“I tried to help you,” he grumbles. “I’m out of options.”

“Help me? Hiding my beer wasn’t helping me.”

Cash clears his throat. “Can we stop going around in circles? This isn’t getting us anywhere.”

I jump to my feet. My temples throb and my stomach revolts but I ignore the pain. It’s nothing compared to the pain of the only family I have left abandoning me.

“I can’t believe all of you. You’re supposed to be my family. And this is how you treat me? Kick me out because I’m not behaving in the manner you want me to?”

Dylan sighs and stands before approaching me. “You have a problem, Gibson. We’re out of options here. Go into rehab and get sober or you’re out.”

“Why the hell would I go into rehab? I’m not an alcoholic.”

“You ruined your relationship with the woman you love for a few beers,” Dylan claims.

I frown. “I didn’t ruin my relationship with Mercy.”

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