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He's going to be one miserable motherfucker if he has to watch her with someone else.

Drew glares. "Say that again, see what happens."

Fuck, he makes this too easy. Riling up Drew is fun. And it's for his own good. "She's hot. If you don't get some of that..." I shrug my shoulders as if to sayI will.

I won't.

But someone will.

He spent our entire tour texting her nonstop, but he can't admit he's into her.

Pete shoots me agrow uplook.

I shrug back.What's it hurt?

"You should clear your bed for her," I say.

"You should fuck off," Drew says.

"I'm hearing that a lot today," I say.

Pete chuckles. "I wonder why."

I ignore their attitude. My eyes meet Drew's. I arch an eyebrow. "Is shecoming?"

He glares. "With a friend. Don't think about touching either of them."

I won't, but it's fun pretending. "What if the friend is begging me to fulfill all her fantasies?"

"You want to work on this chord progression or not?" Drew asks.

I let it go.

I wait for Pete to grab his bass, then I settle in to my seat. This, us making music, is where we belong.

This is the only place where there's no bullshit.

CHAPTER FIVE

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Fuck, I'm getting old.

There's a raucous party downstairs and there are only two thoughts going through my head.

One isthat's too fucking loud.

The other...

Not going there.

I've been struggling with these lyrics all week. They're not going to come to me today.

Might as well make someone come. I need out of my head.

I slide my notebook into a drawer, clear all the unnecessary shit off my bed, and head downstairs.

Tom really outdid himself. This party is in full swing. The music is pounding. Everywhere I look, people are getting hot and heavy.

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