Page 106 of Talk Nerdy To Me
We pull up on the west side of campus, and I tug her to me to press my lips to hers before she gets out. She grins against the kiss, so I deepen the kiss until she finally breaks it, her smile quickly reforming.
“I’ll pick you up later,” I tell her as she gets out.
“Okay then,” she says with the same smile as she walks away, and I watch for a minute before driving toward my house, still a little annoyed with the fact she’s feeding a fucking cat in a house capable of paying someone to handle that. Like her time is less valuable.
Randy meets me at the door, rolling his eyes as I get out and start up the steps.
“You’re going to have to get Britt to call Krysta and find out why she’s mad at Sticks before we’re all driven insane,” he says like I’ve missed a house meeting or two and he’s catching me up.
“She’s pissed about the fact she and Britt were stepped all over at a club that’s apparently known for people rushing the stage like that,” I answer as my jaw grinds, not wanting to think about how much worse that could have been.
“I thought she was into Taylor, but apparently she was picking up whatever Sticks was laying down, and—”
“Stop talking, Randy,” I tell him as I head inside, finding Taylor and Sticks already playing around.
Sticks looks up and narrows his eyes.
“No, I’ve not talked to Krysta, and Britt hasn’t mentioned talking to her either. I think it’s time to cut bait,” I say as I sit down.
“I wasn’t gonna ask. Why would any of the Sterlings concern themselves with Krysta—the one they don’t even claim as their own?”
Rolling my eyes, I lift my guitar from the stand.
“Britt was feeding someone’s cat today because it was beneath a fancy butler’s paygrade, and they say it’s because the cat is indifferent to her. Trust me when I say Britt isn’t like the rest of them.”
“Silk is our best gig. Neither of you get to fuck it up because you don’t like people who have money,” Taylor says, running his fingers along the keyboard. “Because we need to keep getting paid for playing music, or we’re just a bunch of pathetic losers who’ve been wasting our college years.”
“No one’s fucking anything up,” Sticks grumbles. “I just hate the fucking way they treat her.”
“She told you they treated her bad, or you’re assuming this because the girl is a fucking wreck?” Taylor asks him on a groan.
“She doesn’t have to tell me. It’s fucking obvious. She’s never in the gossip columns as anything but the black sheep.”
“I remember when we sat around talking about how hot the girls chasing us look—the way men do,” Randy deadpans, earning a glare from all three of us. “Now we just sit around talking about gossip columns and girl drama—like a bunch of fucking girls. At this rate, we’re chattering more than we’re rehearsing. It’s bad when I’m pointing it out.”
Taylor’s glare fades, and he shrugs a shoulder at me.
“He has a point.”
I grab my bag and toss it to him. “Get out the new sheet music. It’s finally ready.”
“That’s more like it,” Randy says as he jogs over to find his.
