Page 67 of Heart Break Her

Sebastian:You okay?

Not sure why he cares when Ms. Skintight Dress is probably still in his bed.

Cassie:Fine, just busy

Sebastian:You don’t sound fine

Cassie:I am

Sebastian:K see you later then

I don’t bother responding because anything that comes out might not be what I want it to be in this mindset. That, and I need to start creating some more distance. If the kiss was any indication, Sebastian still has full reign over my body, no matter how smart my brain is. Him texting me and kissing me might give my heart one impression, but his actions prove I can’t trust him.

“Ladies, if you’ll follow us this way for hair,” a guy with a bleach-blond mohawk says.

A trio of hairdressers has arrived, and one is waving a comb at us. We follow them to seats on the other side of the salon, as they sit us down and wrap cloths around our shoulders.

“Primping for rock stars, ladies?” the guy with bleach blond hair asks, and I see from his license on the wall that his name is Nix.

“Rock stars, no. Waste of time,” Merry says, and Nix laughs with her. “But they sure do know how to throw a nice fucking party.”

“That’s the truth.” Nix shoots her a playful wink before turning to me. “Love the pink, doll. Are we keeping it?”

I stare into the mirror at myself. The pink is perfect, sweet, my little bit of rebellion for my last year of college. It’s also the siren that alerted the press so quickly to who it was rolling around naked with Sebastian in the video.

“What about red tips instead?” I say to Nix, and a grin stretches his cheeks. “Deep red.”

“Fierce.” Merry lifts an eyebrow and looks over at me. “Red like blood.”

I smile. “Something temporary to darken it up. And maybe some purple in there, just for fun.”

The smile that climbs Nix’s cheeks is downright devious as he processes what I’m saying.

Goodbye, Ms. Sweet Pink-Haired Cassie Walker. As much as I’d like to believe things haven’t changed, she faded the moment the sex tape hit the internet. Merry is right, I’m touring with rock stars, and I deserve to enjoy it.

Eat your heart out, Sebastian Kane.

19

Sebastian

IgetthefeelingCassie is avoiding me. Not that I blame her.

What the fuck was I thinking, kissing her after the show last night?

Did I actually believe it could change anything? That it wasn’t going to throw me knee deep in a mud pit of emotion? Dirt sticking in every crevice with no way to get clean again.

I can’t get her out of my head, the way her body melted in my hands when our lips connected.

The first night we were together I was so high and drunk that half of what I experienced didn’t feel real at all. I was suspended halfway between heaven and hell, and she was the angel weighing my justice.

But last night… I felt everything.

She stood at the edge of the stage during the concert with glassy eyes, and for once, instead of closing them while she listened to our songs, she kept them fixed on me. Even when I was looking out at the audience, I felt her watching from the side of the stage.

Absorbing.

She was soaking up my soul with every lyric.

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