“Ah!” Axel yells with a radiant smile on his face. “Look who it is!” He looks over my shoulder as we sit in our studio’s lounge.
“Long time no see,” I hear Trinity mutter, sounding displeased to see us. Walking to where we sit, she angrily crosses her arms across her chest when she sees me.
What the hell?
I didn’t do shit.
“Where’s the rest of your crew?” Rowan asks before taking a sip of his energy drink.
“Upstairs, practicing. Isn’t that what you’re supposed to be doing?” She raises a brow, giving us shit for “slacking.”
“We’re taking a break before Levi’s voice disappears. He’s singing with passion today.” Axel tries to be funny, but all he does is cause unneeded tension.
“Yeah, I’m sure he is,” Trinity says, not glancing at me at all.
Okay, that’s enough.
Even as I rise from my seat, she still looks in the opposite direction, like she’ll catch on fire if she looks at me.
“Trinity, now,” I demand, walking past her, leaving my confused bandmates behind.
I hear her following me as I make my way into the kitchen, away from any curious ears.
“What’s with the attitude?” I bark out, watching her from across the island.
“You think I’m going to like you after you broke my best friend’s heart?” She scowls.
“I didn’t break her heart. What the hell are you talking about?” I frown right back at her, making her tense body turn even more rigid.
“You broke up with her,” she states.
Are we living in the same world? Because I was the one practically on my knees.
Shaking my head, I narrow my eyes. “Amelia broke it off with me. When she dropped Stella off, she broke up with me out of the blue.”
“She broke up with you?”
“Yes.”
I hate that it hurt so much to admit that. I haven’t said it out loud until now. What the fuck is going on? Why does her best friend think I’m the one who ended things? Nothing is making sense anymore.
“Did she say why?”
I shrug, swallowing bitterly at the thought of that night. “‘We just don’t work. We never will, and we were fools to think we could be anything but rivals,’” I say, summarizing Amelia’s words with utter hatred.
Trinity’s face scrunches as she sits on the barstool. “That’s not what Amelia told me. She said you guys wanted different things, had a disagreement, and broke up.”
I chuckle, fiddling with the ring around my finger. “She didn’t give me a chance to fight for us. Her decision was final when she came over.”
“This makes no sense.” She throws her hands up. “She told me a completely different story. I thought you both agreed to end things.”
I shake my head, not understanding what’s happening. “She broke it off with me. Said it was her decision because we can’t work.”
She lied. Why?
Something doesn’t feel right. My head is going into overdrive at the thought of Amelia being in pain.
“Why would she lie to me?” she whispers to herself out loud, distress clearly evident on her face.
