Page 32 of Shattered Dreams

Cal

A nugget madeof dicks. Idiot.

Willa

Can we actually go early?

Kai

No.

Cal

Stop saying no! We can. I called the venue and booked two extra hours before sound check. I did it yesterday after I ordered Belle’s keyboard.

Mav

And you decided to tell no one about this because?

Cal

Honestly, I thought I did. I told someone.

Willa

Was it the blonde that was rubbing her tits on your arm backstage?

Cal

Fuck. Yeah, I think it was.

Willa

So. . . Belle’s playing tonight?

Me

No!

Kai

No.

Mav

Does she want to?

Cal

Yes!

I flop back on the bed with a sigh. Thereare so many conflicting emotions running through my system this morning. I’m equally excited and scared at the thought of playing with the band again. Especially in front of so many people.

Then there’s the whole thing with Kai. I can’t even begin to process that right now. I thought he just turned into an asshole, but I might be wrong. There’s something else going on with him. Something more than Ezra. Trying to talk to him isn’t working, but I’ll get it out of him eventually. I owe it to our years of friendship to at least try to help him.

The kiss. God, the kiss. I’ve never been kissed like that before. Like he wanted me more than he wanted oxygen. But then he walked away like he couldn’t handle looking at me afterward. Just to sleep in the bed next to me so I wouldn’t be terrified all night. I think Kai is more confused than I’ll ever be. So, I’ll give him his space. For now.

I get dressed and pack my bag quickly. We’re dropping our luggage off in Cal’s room. Then Nate, the tour manager, will pick it all up and load the tour bus for us while we’re at sound check. There’s something bothering me though, and I need to talk to Willa about it.

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