Trinity comes into the room. “I can beat Justin up for you guys.”
She places a soft kiss on Leonidas’s cheek, and I see him relax at the touch.
Someone hit me with a train, will you?
My best friend walks over to me. Taking the last seat on the couch, she cuddles into my body. “My punches are pretty powerful. I might look like a stick, but I have lots of steam to blow off.”
“Rock star,” Leonidas calls out softly as he sits on a rolling chair and starts tuning his guitar. “If you think I would ever let you beat up Justin, then you must be crazy, and no help would make you uncrazy.”
“Sorry to break it to you, buddy”—Leonidas flinches at the new name his girlfriend gives him—“but I’m getting crazier by the day,” she says, making a funny face.
“That means crazier in bed,” he points out, causing a shiver of disgust to roll down my spine.
Not something I needed to hear.
I tune everyone out when my head abruptly throbs, throwing me into a complete state of pain. As I shut my eyes, I try to keep my face natural. The last thing I want to do is worry Trinity, Leonidas, and Elijah. My mouth feels as dry as a desert, so I get up from my seat carefully so my legs don’t give out. I walk to my backpack in search of my water bottle. After finding it, I take slow sips, and then I stick a piece of mint gum in my mouth.
“Wanna go to a club in two days?” Leonidas suddenly asks all of us, breaking the quiet, as he looks down at his phone.
Now that I think about it, I haven’t gone out since before the world tour we just finished. Letting loose for one night sounds like a good idea to me.
“That sounds fun. I’ll go if everyone else wants to,” I answer at the same time Elijah says, “Dude, you don’t even have to ask.”
Leonidas looks over at Trinity. “You down, rock star?”
Nodding her head, she smirks at me.
“Okay, great. We’ll leave at eight,” he says before leaning in to kiss her cheek.
Oh God, I’m just going through relationship envy.
* * *
Just as we’re all making our way out of the studio, Justin stops us. His face is bright red, resembling a ripe tomato, and I immediately know something’s wrong.
“How are we looking for more security?” Leonidas asks, gripping Trinity’s hand.
Shuffling on his feet, Justin swallows hard. “Unfortunately, something came up, and I didn’t talk about it with the team.” He pauses and waves his hand in the air. “I need to discuss something really important with you, if you would come into my office—”
“Can you just tell us really quick here, Justin? We’re tired, and we want to go home,” I sigh, feeling defeated.
We’ve been here for eight hours, and all those hours consisted of nonstop singing.
“This isn’t something you’ll take lightly,” Justin stammers. He grips his clipboard to his chest, like I’m going to run and steal it. “Times Three, please come into my office so I can explain.”
He looks widely at the door when it bangs open, making me jump slightly.
What the hell?
“Who the heck is that?” Trinity’s voice is a breathy whisper.
She jabs her elbow into my rib, and I curse and lightly shove her back.
I have weak muscles.
“What the—” Elijah says, confused, as three guys walk through the door.
“Times Three …” Justin stutters. “This is Triple Threat.”
