"Good." He cursed again and ran his hands through his hair. "What did you tell him?"
"Nothing. Just that I'm working with you."
Noah whipped his head around, glaring.
"That I'm just a consultant," I clarified. "No one knows I'm actually writing the song for you."
"Quiet!" He darted his eyes back and forth, as if making sure there was no one else in the hallway who might overhear.
"Why don't you just tell the others?"
He ignored me. "Come on. We're leaving."
"If I was in a band and had friends to rely on, I'd ask them for help."
"Friends. Right."
"Are the other guys not your friends?"
"More like overbearing siblings," he muttered.
"Is that such a bad thing? Don't you like having people who look out for you?"
"I can look out for myself."
"There's nothing wrong with relying on people."
"The only person I can rely on is me." He started gathering up all the music sheets he'd been scribbling on. "We're done for the day. I'll text you the address to my place. Be there tomorrow."
He strode out without another glance, leaving me wondering what I had said to make him leave in such a hurry.
