Page 65 of Heart Break Her

“How did I never know this?”

Rumi laughs, and Merry just shakes her head.

Merry and Rumi might have been friends since they were kids, but they’re opposites both physically and in their personalities. Merry has wavy black hair, and her skin is slowly being covered in tattoos and piercings. She’s always wearing dark, and usually ripped, clothing. I love the girl like a sister, but she’s downright trouble.

Rumi, on the other hand, is bright and sweet. Her curly, red locks frame her freckled face and pair like a farm girl with her sundresses. She’s all things sweet and innocent.

But even if they are opposites, the more time I spend around them, the more I can see the friendship that blossomed long before the thick black eyeliner and rock stars came along. Because when they’re around each other for long periods of time, they act like little girls with a secret no one else knows, and it makes me want more friendships like theirs in my life.

The kind I used to be capable of before losing Myth.

When he died, I lost more than a brother. I lost my best friend, and it’s something I still haven’t quite learned how to cope with. I tried to fill my time, burying myself in schoolwork and staying focused. In the process, I shut people out, and my friendships have never felt quite the same.

“This is a lot of dick talk before lunch,” I say, realizing the girl doing my nails is cringing.

“Fine then, back to my question,” Merry says with a wicked smile stretching her face. “You disappeared awfully early last night. Anything you want to share?”

“Nope.” I shake my head. “I went back to the bus and went to sleep, unlike some people. You know me, very boring.”

“Oh.” Her face sours.

“What?”

“Nothing.” She shakes her head, but the way she bites her lower lip tells me she’s hiding something.

“Just say it.”

Merry lets out a heavy sigh, her eyes cutting to Rumi, who gives her a nod.

“Megan said she saw Sebastian leaving Rome’s room with a blonde, that’s all. Thought it was you. I’m sorry.” Merry leans over and nudges me with her shoulder.

Sebastian leaving with someone shouldn’t surprise me, but it doesn’t stop the sour feeling in my gut. Seeing him with women on his arm is one thing, but confirmation he’s sleeping with them stings on another level.

What did I expect? That he would go to bed alone when he’s hopped up with adrenaline from a show? That would be naïve of me.

“It’s fine.” I shake my head. “I don’t have rights to his dick; we’ve never even had sex.”

“Such a shame,” Rumi muses, looking like she’s fantasizing about Sebastian. “For you, I mean.”

I force a smile. “It’s a good thing, trust me. The last thing I need is any kind of attachment to a man like Sebastian Kane.”

“You’re on tour with the biggest rock band in the world, Cassie,” Merry says. “You’re allowed to have a little fun, you know?”

“Who was it that said messing around with band members is a bad idea?”

Merry frowns. “First of all, I said it’s a bad idea if you work with them. You don’t. Second, you don’t need a band member to let loose. There’s dick and pussy all around. Take your pick.”

Merry’s manicurist looks up and her face pinches as her eyes dart to me. I shoot her a sympathetic look.

“After the whole thing with Zane, I think I’ll pass.”

Rumi sighs. “I heard about that. I’m sorry.”

“It was a wakeup call, really.” I shrug. “The last thing I should be doing is throwing myself at random people without knowing their intentions first. I need to get my shit together so I can get back home eventually.”

“But I want you to stay forever.” Merry smiles and rests her head on my shoulder.

“I’d die, literally,” I laugh. “Cassie Walker might have been wild enough to celebrate her college graduation with a roll in the hay with Sebastian Kane, but I’m not cut out for touring. The second I get home, I’m sleeping for a week.”

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