Page 51 of Don't Bang a Bandmate

“There’snothingyou want to talk to me about, Bronson?” she asks.

“What’s up, Addison?” I say, breaking my silence.

“Nothing.” She clears her throat. “Okay, there is something.”

“No shit.”

“Something that I really need to talk to you about. Maybe notneedto, but Iwantto because it’s been bugging me. Harvey told me not to say anything, that it wasn’t any of my business, but I know if I don’t it’s going to keep bugging me, so I’m just gonna say it and we’ll go from there.”

I wait, my stomach clenching slightly.

“I saw you last night with Jordan,”she blurts.“Wesaw you. Harvey and me, we saw you... kissing each other.”

Yeah.

That tracks.

“Where?” I ask.

“Where?” she repeats.

“Where did you see us kissing?”

“There weremultiple locations?”

“No.”

“Then—” She drops her hands in frustration. “You know where. The bus, Bronson!”

“Did you see us doing anything else?” I ask.

“No. Why?” She tilts back. “What else did you guys do?”

I don’t answer.

“You didn’t...” she sneers,“on the bus,did you?”

I don’t answer.

“Dude...”she says. “We eat there!”

“What were you two doing at the bus at that hour?” I ask accusingly.

She straightens up. “Not...that.”

I give her a glare.

“Okay, fine! We were gonna fool around on the bus, but you and Jordan beat us to it!”

“Keep your voice down, please.”

She drops to a whisper, but her eyes shine eagerly for gossip. “How long has this been going on?”

“Don’t worry about it.”

“No, I think I’ll worry about it, Bronson,” she says. “You and Jordan are... what? Dating?”

“No.”

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