Page 28 of How to Be a Rockstar's Girlfriend

“And now you’re dating this girl no one knows about,” Cash continues as if I hadn’t spoken.

“You’ve met Mercy. I brought her to the party.”

Jett crosses his arms over his chest. “And we’re supposed to believe she’s your girlfriend? You barely know her. You’re giving up our bet for her?”

I shrug. “Maybe I realized our bet is childish.”

Fender grunts. It’s his favorite means of communication. We didn’t dub him grumpapottamus for no reason.

“Fender agrees with me.”

Jett rolls his eyes. “And since when do you care what Fender thinks?”

Fender growls.

“I’ve always cared.”

“Didn’t stop you from stealing my food,” Fender grumbles.

I don’t deny it. Before Fender moved in with Leia, he kept our refrigerator stocked. Why would I go grocery shopping when there was plenty of food in the house? Waste of time if you ask me.

“This is bullshit!” Jett yells. “Are you guys not seeing what I’m seeing? He’s totally lying about everything! Mercy isn’t his girlfriend. And he hasn’t stopped drinking.”

“I did have to carry him to the car last night,” Fender says.

I don’t remember him carrying me to the car. At least now I know how I got home last night.

I inhale a deep breath to remain calm. Getting angry won’t help matters.

“Because I had an allergic reaction. I wasn’t drunk at dinner with Mercy and Mercury. I wouldn’t misbehave in front of them.”

And I wouldn’t. Mercy deserves my respect. Getting drunk and disorderly at a dinner with her uncle would have been totally out of line.

Jett snorts. “Because you would never get drunk and embarrass yourself.”

I feel anger well up in my body. How dare he? So much for staying calm. “I didn’t say I never get drunk!”

“Because you’d be lying!”

I stomp toward him. “Who do you think you are? You’re not exactly a saint.”

Dylan shoves his way in between us. “Enough.”

I glare at him. He’s always Mr. Peacemaker. Sounds boring to me.

“Let’s give Gibson a chance to prove he’s serious about Mercy and he’s done drinking.”

I scowl. I didn’t say I was done drinking. I’m on a break is all. But I don’t contradict Dylan. I don’t need these yahoos on my back about my drinking.

“I am,” I declare.

Dylan studies me. “He’ll go on another date with Mercy soon and then we’ll figure out how serious he is.”

I need to go out on more dates with Mercy? I thought her showing up at band activities would be enough for these guys.

I glance around the room. Judging by the looks on their faces, it’s not. Guess I’m going on a date for the first time in ten years.

Chapter 9

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