If I didn’t know Bellamy is biologically Dexter’s, while the twins are Issac’s, I’d be really confused.
Or maybe I’m lit.
I shove myself out of my chair. “Which bunk is empty? I’m calling it a night.”
“Buzzkill,” Riot says, snorting.
“Top left,” Bellamy calls out.
I wave a hand over my head as I stagger toward the bunks.
It’s time I sleep off this terrible mood.
Chapter Eight
Cove
Fighting with Ravvi always leaves me an emotional mess. I’ve never seen him so bitter, but I don’t have the first clue how to go about fixing things between us.
He made it clear what he thinks of me. He honestly believes I’m using him and Damian for their connections to the label.
I’m sure a lot of people believe that.
In reality, I told them that I was going to make a go of being a musician one way or another. They were the ones who suggested how much of a powerhouse the five of us could be.
Riot and Creed have always had aspirations of their own. They wanted to make it in the industry, no matter what. But I can’t lie and say I didn’t know Ravvi and Damian only came along for the ride because they didn’t want me surrounded by strangers.
Is that really my fault, though?
I know what I want out of life.
They made their own choices.
I didn’t force them to sign the contract.
I hate this.
I don’t know anything anymore.
By the time the bus starts moving, I’ve spent the last hour talking on the phone with my mom and sisters. I don’t say a word about the tension with Ravvi or that I can tell how miserable Damian is.
I keep it nice and simple by focusing on how homesick I am and how much I miss them.
Normally I try to keep things cheerful, but I don’t have it in me tonight. I know they worry about me, and that makes me feel even guiltier.
I’m lucky to have a family that I’ll always be able to count on, and I don’t want them constantly wondering if I’m okay.
I am.
Touring is just a lot lonelier than I expected it would be.
After changing into my pajamas, I head out into the hallway. My bladder is uncomfortably full, and the running water from the shower doesn’t help.
The downside of sharing a bathroom with three guys is that they rarely think to give me a courtesy heads-up before jumping in the shower.
Is that a feminine urge?
I don’t know.
