What??!
Ellie:
Caleb is allergic to cats! What am I gonna do??
Olivia:
Oh no, I’m sorry, Ellie. Maybe there will be a nice shelter at the next stop.
Ellie:
Ugh, maybe. I’m so sad. I love her already
Olivia:
Well…there is another option..
Ellie:
Kick Caleb off the bus? I thought about it but logistically I don’tthink it’ll work.
Olivia:
No lol you could go back to the other bus….
Ellie:
And let Travis off the hook? I’d rather flush a dozen fresh donuts down the toilet than go crawling back to that bus.
Olivia:
Ok, it was just a thought.
I scowl at the phone. But I know she’s right, and more than that, it’s what has to be done. I’ll get to keep the cat and get my eyes back on Travis’s sneaky ass so I can figure out what the hell is going on.
41
TRAVIS
“We havea media interview in an hour, don’t be late,” Tanner says, looking at me pointedly.
I sigh, I’m tired of him giving me shit. I was late to one interview last week. Big fucking deal. The world didn’t end, they still got their questions and wrote their precious article.
“I’m going to grab some food, anyone want anything?” Liam asks, heading for the door of the venue we’re playing in tonight. Another club show that’s projected to sell out, according to Calvin.
“Wait!” Ellie comes rushing in. “Can I talk to you guys first?”
Liam stops mid-stride and makes his way back to the stage where the rest of us are still standing. “Everything ok?” he asks her, and I don’t like the concern on his face or the tone he’s using. Are they besties now or something?
Ellie fidgets—something so unlike her—and then plasters on a smile I could tell from Mars is fake. “Yeah, I was hoping to run something by you all.” Her eyes flick tome for a millisecond before they land on Liam again. “Uh, I was wondering, if it would be ok if I came back on the bus? The crew bus is fine, but a tad crowded and?—”
“Sur—” Liam starts, but is cut off by Calvin, appearing from nowhere.
“I don’t think that’s a good idea,” he snarks, and the desire to fuck him up hits me square in the chest.
Ellie’s eyes narrow his way, her jaw clenching.
“Of course you can come back,” I say, shooting Calvin a death glare that has him shrinking back to whatever hole he crawled out of.
