“I already did. I’m sorry about that again, I... don’t have any excuses for him. I’ll text you though.” Smiling sadly, I follow him to the door. “Hopefully it’s not too late at night for you to get that blowjob from someone else.”
“I might want a cheeseburger more,” he jokes, but his eyes are already glued to his phone as he pulls up someone’s contact. “Take care, Sid. I should have known that text wasn’t from you. You’re too nice to tell someone their breath stinks.”
He leaves without a glance back, and I close the door with a deep breath. Yeah, he won’t suffer without me. Probably won’t miss a beat.
My chest feels tight and I can feel the tears building, but it’s less about Leo’s indifference and more about the fact that I let Levi win. The little bit of human connection I had just walked out the door because I can’t get over a man who wouldn’t know love if it hit him with a car.
Grabbing the bottle, I plop down on the couch and text Leo a wave just so he knows he’s unblocked, then flip to my thread with Levi. Maybe it’s immature, but I can’t help it. If I’m about to dive headfirst into an all-night marathon of Sex and the City and cry into a bottle of wine, he can be pissed off for a minute.
Me:Guess what MY breath smells like now?
Closing out of the thread, I turn my phone on silent and toss it across the room.
Let him sweat.
Chapter Seven:
21 Gun Salute
Sidney
My eye mask and noise-canceling headphones do little to relax me as our tour bus seems to hit every pothole it comes across. I’m too acutely aware that after another two weeks of radio silence from Levi, he’s sitting here with bloodshot eyes eating all the snacks we brought with us. He never responded to my text, which I guess I can’t blame him for, but that also means I kept my fucking mouth shut about breaking up with Leo.
It’s going to be a long four months.
I almost drift off to a glorious nap when someone snaps my eye mask against my face. I’m expecting it to be Levi, but when I pull it off and find Yasmin instead, I’m confused — but only for a moment. “He won’t shut up. Tag, you’re it.”
“I’m not his handler.”
“Well, Carter is sleeping, and I’m pretty sure he got high with him.“ Narrowing her gaze slightly, she leans in closer. “You’re avoiding him.”
It’s far too accusatory to be a question, so I don’t attempt to deny it.
“And yet here you are anyway. Haveyoutried avoiding him? It’s peaceful.” For normal people, I’d assume. Not for me. “Just put some chocolate on spaghetti for him and he’ll be happy.”
“You know what, I bet he’s tried that. He’s eating so much bullshit he’s going to crash before we reach the next town. I take it you guys haven’t talked much since you punched him?”
Just long enough for him to fuck my life up.
I love Yas, but if I won’t even tell Bash what’s going on, I’m not going to tell her. “Nope.”
Nodding, she annoyingly ruffles my hair and moves to go bother Jonah. No one else in this band knows how to take a hint, so dealing with her is always refreshing.
Whatisn’trefreshing though is my headphones and mask being pulled off completely and bloodshot green eyes locking with mine. “Are you hungry? You’ve been sitting here like a statue for hours and we both know you haven’t slept for any of it.”
