“Anything exciting happen last night?”
“No, not really. Same ol’ shit,” I lie. It was real fucking exciting. Most fun I’ve had in a while, and I didn’t even get laid.
“Mornin’ sunshine,” Penn says, causing my chin to jerk up.
A sheepish Liam slips into the booth across from us. I don’t even think he had that much to drink. He spent most of the night looking over his shoulder. Ever since he found underwear on his door, he acts like someone’s going to jump out of the bushes and strangle him with a thong. He should be glad it was women’s underwear and not something creepy like a tooth or some shit. Yeah, a fucking tooth. I’ve heard stories about crazy obsessed fans leaving weird surprises before. This one was at least innocent enough, and if she’s hot, it could be a nice little meet-cute.
“Good morning,” Liam replies, his eyes darting to me. I wiggle my brows at him, and I’m pretty sure the dude fucking blushes. Jesus Christ. He wasn’t shy on me last night.
“We had a good time last night, didn’t we, buddy?” I say to him, watching him shift in his seat.
“I thought you said nothing exciting happened?” Penn questions.
“We still had fun, just hanging out. Since you pussy-whipped bitches never leave the goddamn bus.”
THAWACK
“Ow!” I rub the side of my head, where Penn just chucked his massive notebook at me. He reaches over and grabs his book, dusting it off like I’m the one who hurtit. “I’m the one hurt, asshole. Not your precious book!”
“Your crusty hair gel is all over it.”
I gasp. “Crusty?! Do you have any idea how much work it is to keep my hair this fucking amazing? No, you don’t, because you don’t do shit to yours.”
Penn has great hair, too. That’s what pisses me off. All inky black and stylish, and he doesn’t even brush it.
“It’s not my fault you need a two-foot-tall mohawk to attract girls.”
My jaw falls open. “What is with the goddamn roast already? I just woke up! Liam, buddy, you just moved into my top spot. You’re number one, congratulations.”
Penn scoffs, turning to Liam. “It’s a lot of fuckin’ work, just so you know.”
I glare at him, and he grins, flipping me the bird.
“Glad to see everyone’s awake,” Tanner says, strolling onto the bus and dropping a paper bag on the table. “Breakfast, you’re welcome. Someone needs to get Ellie, we have to hit the road.”
Calvin steps on the bus, taking the driver’s seat while everyone else moves to the table to eat.
“I’m not hungry, I’ll go get her.” I start to head off the bus, then turn back. “Wannacomewith me, Liam?” The biscuit he was about to bite into freezes at his lips. “Ah, never mind. Eat,” I say, laughing to myself as I step off the bus.
25
ELLIE
I’m shovingthings into my bags when there’s a knock at my door. I’m running late. I never oversleep, but I passed out before I could put my phone on charge last night.
“May, it’s me,” Travis coos from the other side of the door.
I roll my eyes and rush to let him in so I can finish getting my crap together. I’m surprised it’s not Calvin showing up to rub it in my face that I was supposed to be on the bus twenty-two minutes ago.
“I know, I’m hurrying.” I fling the door open and sprint to the bathroom to get my toothbrush and makeup.
“It’s fine, everyone’s eating.”
I toss everything into my suitcase and zip it. I haven’t even had time to shower off the events of last night. I’m not one who embarrasses easily, especially when it comes to sex. I like it, big deal. Fuck those double standards.
But what happened in this room last night was much, much worse. I’ve ruined a perfectly innocent boy. Ok, he’s not so innocent, and he’s definitely not a boy, but how am Igoing to look him in the face? They’re paying me. I’m supposed to be a professional. Stupid, freakin’ urges.
“I can hear you thinking from over here.”
