All the girls look like they belong. They pull off the rock chick vibe perfectly. Then there’s me, standing in the corner in my jeans and yellow cardigan.
For crying out loud, what possessed me to agree to this?
The girls start chatting amongst themselves. The tattooed girl from the stretch Hummer sits in front of the mirror, playing with her gorgeous hair. She’s so beautiful, I don’t know why I overlooked that before.
While eyeing her in the mirror, she spots me and deliberately rolls her eyes, turning around to face me. “You know you don’tbelong here with us, don’t you,Sandra Dee?” she advises, staring at me with contempt written all over her face.
The room hushes into silence.
“Jessi, be nice,” Sia berates.
“I mean, seriously, Sia? Colt? With her? Oh,come on!”She scoffs, shaking her head like the very thought is laughable. “Sweet might be cute for a bedtime story, but Colt doesn’t do gentle lullabies…” She looks me up and down, the pettiness practically dripping off her. “He craves something harder, with edge. Something that burns and lingers. And trust me…” She leans in, her voice dripping with satisfaction. “No one spices things up like I do. He couldneverresist a little fire on his tongue.”
My eyes widen with her words as realization hits me.Oh, she and Colt are a thing.But I don’t have time to say anything before Jessi continues herpower play. “Plus, what’s with this whole‘Look at me, I’m Sandra Dee… lousy with virginity’act?” Jessi sing-songs mockingly, then lets out a scoff. “Don’t worry, Dee. I’m sure you’ll findsomeoneto deal with your virtue on tour.” She turns back to the mirror, scowling.
Annnd I am pretty sure I’ve just been insulted.
Wait… was she quoting the movie Grease?
I should have known Colt wasn’t available. I mean, he didn’t even try to kiss me or anything else, and it all makes sense now. If she’s his bit on the side, no wonder she hates me. I kept him in my bed overnight when he was supposed to be with her.
“I’m sorry, I didn’t realize Colt had a girlfriend,” I say sheepishly.
The whole room laughs, almost hysterically.
I jerk my head back, slightly confused.
“Oh, honey, Colt doesn’t have a girlfriend. He’s not the type to commit. Never has been, never will be,” Sia answers as Jessi furrows her brows.
My eyes shift to Jessi, swallowing a lump down my throat. “Oh, but I thought Jessi—”
“Oh no, Little Bean. Jessi’s just his go-to girl. Isn’t that right, Jessi?” Sia states, her voice almost smug.
Jessi grunts, narrowing her eyes at Sia like she’s annoyed. “He keeps coming back for more. The other girls are only ever one-nighters, so hemustfeel something for me. Otherwise, he wouldn’t keep coming back. As I said, he likes it spicy, and I’m a Carolina Reaper. All the others… well, they’re just like plain white rice to Colt. Safe, bland, and drowning in butter to be palatable. But no one goes back for plain, white rice when your taste buds can be on fire every night,” she explains, smirks, then chugs back the last of her champagne.
Sia clears her throat, tilting her head. “Have you got a hankering for Mexican or something, Jessi? You’re throwing a lot of food puns around?” she mocks.
Well, this just got real awkward!
The other girls laugh, my stomach tightening with anxiety, but Jessi sticks her middle finger up at them in return, while I swallow hard and wrap my arms around myself for protection from this onslaught of information and blatant insults being hurled my way.
Sia walks over and smiles. “Look, Little Bean, he obviously has a past, and yes, some of the girls in this room are a part of that, but he’s taken by you. He doesn’t gettakenvery easily, but you’re definitely different from what he would typically go for,” Sia explains while she rubs my shoulder supportively. She dips her head, then walks off to sit on a sofa.
Did she just saysome of the girlsin the room?
Of course!
He is a rock star, after all.
It makes sense he would be a man whore. The effect he’s having on me, he has with all women, and I certainly don’t want to be anothernotch in his belt.
“I… um… I might go,” I babble, but no one notices. I bite my bottom lip as I realize how incredibly stupid I’ve been for trying to be spontaneous, and it hits me like a Mack truck. I’mnevergoing to fit in here. My desperation from loneliness and the thought of having nothing to return to scared me into making a silly, irrational decision.
Coming here with these people, whom I hardly even know?
Big,massive, HUGEmistake.
Logic is… to blame it on the copious amount of vodka mixed with my life derailing.
