Page 62 of Street of Dreams
Apparently, everyone here had a job, and it was to cater to Mac. And it blew his mind.
The rest of the night was spent at the side of the stage watching the show and at the afterparty, which was just as wild as Carlos predicted. Half-naked girls, booze and cocaine were everywhere. Mac declined on the drugs and, obviously, the girls but took advantage of the Johnnie Walker Blue. By the time he got back to his hotel, his gait was off, and his speech was slurred, but he was soaring from the alcohol and the high of the show.
He fell onto the bed and took out his phone, intent on calling Skylar, even if it was after midnight. In his drunken haze, his thumb hit “favorites” instead of “recent calls”, and his eyes fell on Jake’s name. He immediately sobered. Today was the best day of his life, and he hadn’t thought about Jake once. Not even when he called Skylar earlier to show off his room.
His shoulders slumped as guilt engulfed him. Why hadn’t he thought about Jake? He wondered if his subconscious was telling him something, then quickly shook his head to clear the thoughts festering there. He wasn’t ready to move on. He wanted the longing and heartache to linger. He wanted the pain. He wanted to remember. He wanted some kind of communication. So, he sent Jake another text and waited.
Five Minutes.
Ten Minutes.
Fifteen Minutes.
“Fucking text me back!” Mac yelled at his phone, shaking it in his fist, but it remained silent. He sent another text. Then another. Each minute that ticked by sent his head and his heart spiraling. This was supposed to be the night of his life. Now it was tainted. How could Jake cut him off without a word? Like they were nothing. Like Mac was the only one dying inside. Was it that fucking easy for Jake to dismiss Mac’s heart-wrenching pleas for a response? Was it that fucking hard to text back an I love you? Apparently, it was, and Mac was suddenly angry. Angrier than he’d ever been in his life. He punched the pillow next to him. Damn Jake King for ripping his fucking heart out!
