Page 124 of Talk Nerdy To Me
Chapter 34
BASE
I stare at the wall as the ball bounces back to me, and I catch it before throwing it again.
“I know. I know. We didn’t expect this tour to fall through though, and—”
Sticks stops talking, likely because Dane is telling him he’s glad I’m finally away from his sister and I’m never stepping foot in his club again.
“They’re not going to draw the same crowd we do. You only booked them because we were supposed to be gone, and now—”
Sticks stops talking again, eyes fluttering shut as his jaw tics.
“Yeah. I get it. Thanks anyway,” he says as he hangs up and slaps the wall with a curse.
“I told you Dane wouldn’t hire us back,” I say before throwing the ball much harder.
It bounces back too fast for me to catch it, and I run a hand through my hair before dropping back on the couch. I don’t even glance back to see where the ball went.
“He’s going to squeeze us in when and where he can,” Sticks grinds out. “Despite the fact you dumped his sister on a night when—”
There’s a loud banging at the door, and Sticks jogs over to swing it open. Boxes shove through, and I spot a flash of Krysta’s short hair before she drops them to the ground and gives me an unimpressed look.
“Hey, nice to fucking see you too. Won’t you come in?” Sticks asks dryly from behind her.
“Don’t mind if I do,” she says with a fuck-off smile before she looks over at me. “I’m not carrying in all your boxes by myself. A little help?”
My brow furrows as she turns and walks back outside, and Sticks shoots me a quizzical look as I push up from the couch.
“What are you talking about?” I ask as I step outside to see her car wide open with the doors wide as well.
Taylor weirdly has Harley’s car in our driveway, and he’s cleaning furiously, wiping sweat off his brow.
“You’re seriously pissed at me because the club had bad crowd control? Will you just fucking talk to me?” Sticks asks Krysta.
She ignores him as she goes to her car again and pulls out another box.
“Where’s that shit I used to get that grease out of your floor?” Taylor asks me, as Stick snatches the box out of Krysta’s hands.
She gives him a dry look before grabbing another.
“I don’t know. Why the hell have you got Harley’s car here?” I ask him instead as Sticks demands Krysta say something in her defense for putting him on block.
“Cake and champagne, man. It’s a mushy, smeared nightmare, but Harley pays accordingly for her ride to look nice.”
“Rich people,” Randy snorts as he goes to grab some of my boxes like all this is just a normal morning. “I bet Harley and Dale got nasty with that cake and champagne.”
“Seriously, dude?” I ask, willing him to shut the hell up.
He shrugs a shoulder. “What? I heard they’re kinky.”
“Why did Britt send you over here with my damn boxes?” I ask Krysta, who breaks the staring contest with Sticks to look over at me.
“For the same reason you intended to send him,” she says, hiking her thumb at Sticks. “She’s avoiding you.”
She grabs out another box, stacking it onto the one she had, and starts carrying it toward the house again.
I snort derisively, shaking my head.
