“He’s bi. I found the two of them making out when they first came to LA.”
“Fucking hell. D.” Vanessa gasps. “Are you okay?”
“I’m over Chance, but it’s my fucking brother,” I tell them, I then launch into the story I just told Sienna.
“I will say Chance has been doing really well recently. I hate to say it, but maybe Arran is a good influence on him,” Vanessa winces as she says it.
“Let’s not go that far.”
“I don’t understand why they got married?” Sienna asks.
“They are MIA. They’re not answering any of our calls,” I tell them.
Vanessa tries, and it just rings out. Isla does, too, and she gets the same no answer.
“Fuck. Let me try Blake,” Vanessa says, but he doesn’t pick up either. She tries each one of the boys, but nothing. “Shit. Sienna, can you try Charlotte?”
“She didn’t go to Vegas, but I’ll try her,” Sienna says. “Hey, Charlotte, yeah, I just saw. You don’t know anything? You haven’t spoken to Blake? Okay. Thanks. I’ll be in touch.” Sienna looks up at us. “She knows nothing. She can’t get through to Blake either.”
“Shit. You don’t think something has happened to them?” Isla asks.
“I don’t know, but it looks like we’re going to Vegas to hunt down some fucking rockstars.”
“Derrick!” Charlie sprints in after the girls have left.
“I know.”
“What the fuck.”
“I know. Everyone has been in here. My brothers are freaking out, they can’t get in touch with them. They’re MIA.”
“Fuck.”
“I can’t believe he did that. He fucking married him. It’s everywhere.”
“I know, Jackson was the one who told me.” Charlie shakes his head. “Married?”
“Guess that’s one way of coming out of the closet.” I huff.
“For two people who were very much in it, they just went ‘fuck it’ didn’t they?” Charlie states.
“What the hell were they thinking?”
“You don’t think Chance is drinking again?” Charlie asks.
“Maybe. Why else would he have done it?”
“You don’t think …”
“That they are in love?” The word sticks in my throat.
“Yeah.”
“No.”
“Are you saying that because you know, or are you saying that as his ex?” Charlie asks me. I try to speak, but no words want to come out. “It’s okay to be upset, it doesn’t mean you love me any less.”
“I’m not upset. I’m confused. He was so adamant when he was with me that no one could know about his sexuality, and then in one night he just blew it all up.”
