19
"Hey there gorgeous, where you going in such a hurry?"
I stopped on my way out the door, eager to leave the party, only to find Cameron Thorne laughing with the twins, Damon and Ian Drake. I didn't necessarily want to talk to them, but now that they'd seen me I couldn't be rude and ignore them.
I made my way over with my rumpled, beer-stained dress, frazzled hair and tearstained cheeks, trepidation rising in my chest.
As soon as I approached them, Cameron was immediately concerned. "What's wrong? Are you crying? You should be creaming in your panties at the chance to party with rock stars."
I resisted the urge to sniffle and wiped at my cheeks with the back of my hand, getting rid of the evidence of my tears. "It's nothing."
"I can guess why you look so upset. It's because of Noah, isn't it?" Cameron looked pissed. "I've said it a million times. That asshole doesn't know how to treat a woman."
"But you do?" I shot back.
Cameron's eyes narrowed, a wicked expression on his face. "Hell yeah I do. I can show you personally if you like." His bright red hair fell over one eye, turning the wicked look sultry. As tempting as it was, I knew better than to encourage a man like Cameron Thorne.
"That's okay," I backpedaled. "I'm good."
"Is His Royal Highness giving you problems?" one of the twins asked.
"I always liked that nickname. I've just been calling him Mr. Cranky Pants."
The twins laughed uproariously. They both wore light blue jeans with identical rips and matching Metallica t-shirts. Even this close, I couldn't tell a single difference between them.
"Holy shit," one of them chuckled.
"That's genius," the other continued.
"He'd kill us for calling him that."
"All the more reason to do it."
They smashed their drinks together in a cheer.
"Best way to get over the guy who broke your heart is by getting under another one." Cameron handed me a beer with a lecherous grin. "I'm happy to volunteer as tribute."
"We're not— He's just—" I pressed my lips together, not wanting to go into it with them. "Did you just make a Hunger Games reference?"
"Hey, Katniss is hot. Even Damian agrees," Cameron added, using the twin's portmanteau name. I supposed even Cameron couldn't tell them apart, treating them as one entity like the rest of the world.
"Cam's right," one of the twins said as the other nodded in agreement. "We'd fuck Jennifer Lawrence every day of the week."
"Is that the royalwe?" I asked.
The twins shared a mischievous grin.
"I just don't understand Noah." If anyone could sympathize, it would be his fellow bandmates. They knew what he was really like in person.
"No one does," Cameron shrugged. "That's why he's the sexy, mysterious front man."
"I love his lyrics. I've cried over his songs.Literally cried. I know people said off stage he's more broody and closed-off, but I always thought the person who wrote with such emotion, with suchpassion, wouldn't be such a…"
"Grumpy bastard?" The twins spoke in one voice.
"Well. Yeah."
They both shrugged in unison.
