“Damn right it is.”
Upstairs in my room, I texted Roxie.
Me: Damn. Now Vi’s the one cockblocking us.
Roxie: UGH I KNOW. What should I do?
Roxie: I don’t want to be dramatic, but if I don’t get fucked by you TONIGHT I might blow up the tour bus.
Me: Make an excuse to leave the room?
Roxie: Like what?
Me: I don’t know. Pretend you’re going down to the lobby to get a snack?
She didn’t respond. I began to wonder if we would have to settle for sexting. Although with Violet in her room, Roxie wouldn’t be able to have as much fun as I could.
But that still wasn’t what Ireallywanted to do with her. I doubted it would even sate my hunger for Roxie for more than a day.
I wanted—Ineeded—to be inside of her again.
My phone buzzed, and I yanked it out of my pocket so fast I almost dropped it.
But it wasn’t Roxie.
Vi: You wouldn’t have to sneak around if you just told us.
Vi: And please don’t insult me by trying to deny it. You’re a shitty liar.
I groaned and slouched onto my bed. In spite of her text, my first instinct was to deny it. To pretend like she was paranoid and laugh it off.
But Violet wasn’t stupid. It wouldn’t work. And if I kept lying, it would just piss her off more. Violet wasn’t the kind of woman you wanted to piss off.
I was annoyed at myself for making it so obvious. For thinking I could hide something like this from my bandmates, who were my closest friends in the world. The people I knew I could trust with my life.
Me: Do the others know?
Vi: We’ve all known about it since Atlanta, you big fuck-boy.
Me: I never judged you for sleeping with fans before you met Dana. My personal life isn’t your business.
Vi: LOL, bro, come on. It’s my business because you invited her on tour with us, and insisted it wasn’t about trying to fuck her. You PROMISED she was just your muse.
Vi: I forgive you. It’s fine. But this sneaking around is pathetic and it’s heightening my anxiety.
Vi: By the way, Roxie’s excuse for leaving the room was adorable. But not believable.
Me: What’d she say?
Vi: She told me she needed to buy some Skittles from the front desk. And then she said it might take a while because she likes to talk to hotel staff because she used to work in a hotel. She was as nervous as a kitten. You know how to pick ‘em.
Me: Sorry for lying. I’ll come clean with everyone tomorrow.
Vi: Ugh, that sounds awkward. Keep me out of it when you tell the boys.
Vi: But Riot? I totally get it. Roxie’s not like the other women I’ve seen you with. She’s something special. So DON’T FUCK IT UP.
Before I could respond, a shy little knock came at my door.
