Page 525 of Rock Me All Night
I'm already Pete's girl? That's why they're being so nice. How would they feel if they knew it was all a bunch of bullshit?
There's no way they'd be this nice.
They might hate me as much as I hate Madison.
"Since when?" Ethan cocks a brow. "Saw him taking home a different girl last week."
Tom shoots Ethan a glare.
Ethan shrugs. He looks back to me. "Better to find that out sooner rather than later. Trust me on that."
I nod. "Been there, done that. I swore off men until recently."
The three of them are still looking at me expectantly, waiting for me to clarify the Pete x Jess relationship status.
"Uh… we're not labeling things." I smooth my dress. It's not technically a lie, but it's certainly not the truth, the whole truth, and nothing but the truth.
Willow's eyes light up. Tom is equally excited. I'm not sure why these two people are so invested in Pete's relationship status. Whatever the reason, I don't like the way my stomach is churning over this half-truth.
Ethan turns back to Willow. "Let me see that rock again."
She giggles and holds out her engagement ring. "Isn't it gorgeous?"
"Expensive." He looks up at Tom. "Fuck. Almost wish I hadn't dropped out of—what we were called—"
"Agents of Orange," Tom says. "Why you playing humble? Dangerous Noise is burning up the charts. You'll be bigger than us soon."
Ethan laughs. "Bigger than Sinful Serenade? Doubtful."
Tom looks to Willow with affection in his eyes. "We're old and ready to settle down."
He and Willow exchange a sweet kiss. Then they're both looking at her engagement ring.
Jeez. Do people really get this mushy? There's no sign they're faking it. Who would they be trying to convince?
Ethan looks to me. "They're cute enough to make you sick, huh?"
"You don't like it?"
"Never thought I'd see Tom settle down. Means I have to pick up the slack, but I'm game."
So Tom was a slut and Ethan is a slut now. Nothing wrong with that. It's sensible really, never getting close enough to anyone that their betrayal will tear your heart in half.
Ethan scans the room. "Where is your boy?" He looks at me like he's considering me as a potential hookup.
He's cute, but he's no Pete.
"I don't know," I say. "How do you know Tom?"
He looks to me. "I was in one of the Steele brothers' bands back in high school."
He leans to Tom and whispers something in his ear.
Tom shrugs. "Not sure, but I wouldn't test him."
Ethan whispers something.
"Your funeral," Tom says.
