Page 19 of Rebel

It goes on and on, and when I open Beck Danvers’ Instagram, my eyes widen. I had eighty followers yesterday, but today, I have two and a half million. What the ever-loving fuck?

I go to Dead Ringers to see their page, which reposted the videos with the caption, “Beck Danvers, the Dead Ringers’ newest star, rocks!”

Holy shit.

My door bursts open, and I drop my phone. Trav stands in the doorway, grinning as he hurries inside. “So you’ve seen it!” He jumps onto the bed, making me bounce as he lies back, scrolls, and turns his phone to show me a photo of Chase and me singing together.

“Wow, that looks hot.” I’m still a little shocked by it all.

“Of course, I’m in it,” Chase drawls, and I turn as he strolls into my room. He glances around before sitting on the edge of my bed.

I quickly shove the cassette player deeper under my pillow and drag the sheet up higher, wrapping my arm over it to hold it.

Moments later, Kolton appears. He sits uncomfortably at the end of the bed, but he smiles at me. “It’s so good. It’s been a long time since we had good press, Beck. Our numbers will be tripling by now. People are excited for us to be back.”

“Hmm, apparently one of our songs is becoming the official song on BookTok, whatever that is—oh, look at this.” Chase turns to show me a book excerpt video with our song over the top.

“Holy fuck, did that say orgy?” Trav gasps.

“Oh my sweet summer child,” I say, patting his hand.

“Oh, is that normal in books?” he asks, confused.

I nod. “Women like to read porn.”

“Do you?” Kolton asks seriously, making us gape at him. “What? I’m just curious.”

“Sometimes,” I admit with a smirk.

“If you ever need a hand, pretty girl—” Chase starts, and I kick him, knocking him off the bed as he groans.

“I was trying to be helpful.” He climbs up and glares at me.

“Either way”—Trav glares at Chase—“management is happy and so are we. We didn’t do it for views, but it’s nice to see our fans talking about us again and not about what shit we have gotten up to in a bad way.”

“I’m glad,” I tell him, unsure what to say with all of them in my bedroom.

“Let’s get breakfast to celebrate,” Trav suggests, bounding from the bed and looking at me hopefully.

“Great idea.” Chase follows, as does Kolton, and they pause at the door, waiting for me.

“Come on, it’s breakfast time!” Trav insists.

“So . . . I’m naked under here,” I admit when they wait.

“Oh!” Trav’s eyes widen.

Kolton coughs and rubs his neck.

“How naked?” Chase leans in, gripping the sheet.

I kick out, and Trav grabs him, hauling him back. “Just come down when you’re dressed.” They close the door, but I still hear Chase.

“What? I wasn’t going to look . . . much.”

Shaking my head with a laugh, I hurry to get dressed before they burst in here again.

After breakfast, which was a feast, I dressed in some comfy cargos, boots, and a cropped Dead Ringers shirt, and they whisked me off to the band rehearsal space they secured. There were cameras outside of the house, and I was gobsmacked at them trying to get to the car to get pictures.

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