Page 88 of Don't Bang a Bandmate

“Don’t play dumb. You know why.”

I give her a look, playing dumb.

“Tell her how you feel, Bronson,” she says.

“There’s nothing to tell her,” I say. “I told you before. That was a long time ago.”

“I don’t believe you.”

“Not my problem.”

“If you don’t, he will,” she says, her eyes sharp with knowledge.

I scoff. “Jordan’s too smart to fall for Christian’s bullshit.”

“Yeah,” Addison says, her tone dripping with sarcasm. “Because rock gods totally aren’t known for seducing the smart girls. Plus, she has a pretty epic crush on him.”

“Had,”I correct.

“Just like youhada crush on her before and now you don’t?”

I don’t reply.

Addison places her hand on my shoulder. “Talk to her,” she says. “Please? Before you snap another stick, at least.”

I shake my head. “It won’t make a difference.”

“You don’t know that.”

“Yes, I do,” I say, turning to lean back against the counter. “We’re not compatible.”

“Did she say that?”

“Yes.”

She blinks. “Really?”

“We’re just friends,” I say. “That’s all we’ll ever be.”

“Harvey and I were just friends, too,” she says. “A lot can change in just one conversation, Bronson.”

“Not this,” I whisper.

Addison sighs. “For what it’s worth, I think you’re wrong.”

The door to the restroom opens behind us. Knox strides inside, halting when he sees me and Addison standing at the mirrors.

“What, uh...” He eyes us curiously. “What’s going on?”

“We’re having a dick measuring contest,” Addison jokes. “Wanna whip it out?”

Knox flashes a cocky smirk. “Nah,” he says, continuing toward a stall. “I don’t want to create a tripping hazard.”

Addison chuckles as he walks away, then looks at me as soon as he latches his stall door behind him.“Talk to her,”she whispers.

I don’t respond, letting her leave silently instead.

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