I caught Janis with the lead singer and a close friend of mine, Mike. They were making out in an alley behind the club and I couldn’t even muster the anger to hit him, just stared at her as she babbled.
“Locke. I was going to tell you-”
I walked away, not saying a word as she chased me down the street. I didn’t say a word when I packed my things, either, or even when she threw a ceramic frog at my head. I ducked and it crashed against the wall and I moved into a hotel room and was drunk for a solid week.
I was a mess until I met Jackson and began playing with the Spades. Getting back into music brought me back, and I was grateful for it.
Gemma climbs back on to the bus slowly, holding on to the rails, and I immediately stand up at the same time that Axel steadies her.
I sit back down, gritting my teeth so hard that my jaw aches, and Gemma won’t so much as look at me.
This is going to be the longest road trip in the world.