Chapter 41 - Johnny - She’s Gone.
“Wait, are you saying what we just did wasn’t a proper fucking?” I feel her push away a little. “That’s it, then. I want a refund,” she says with a laugh.
“Oh my god,” I say, trying to stay awake to keep talking to Becca. “Your mom was right. We are definitely on different levels.” I tuck her in against my chest again and before I know it, I’m asleep.
When I wake up, it’s mid-morning, and Becca is gone.
No note, no text, no phone call. Nothing.
I thought the night ended perfectly, but now I’m thinking that I must’ve done something wrong. She was joking with me right before I fell asleep, though.
I need to figure what is going on, and, more importantly, what I need to do to fix it. Yet, again, she isn’t answering my calls or texts. And I can’t even do anything about it today. At least not right now.
The guys and I all promised to be in the studio today to work on the album. With everything that’s been going on with Alex and Connor, and Ryder and Denise, we’ve fallen behind schedule. I mean, we’ve postponed the tour already, but finishing the album before Denise’s baby arrives would be nice. So instead of finding Becca, I have to go and make music.
Great.
I jump in the shower and clean off the scent of sex. I’d much prefer to continue to smell like Becca, but the guys would probably give me shit when I showed up at the studio smelling like sex.
I’m walking out of my room, pulling my shirt over my head, when I see Travis sitting at the island eating a bowl of cereal.
“Hey,” he says with a mouthful. “You get drunk last night, or did you come back with a lady friend?”
“What?”
“You left a trail of clothes from the elevator to your room.”
I look back and see that he’s right. “Becca came back with me,” I say, running around and picking up all of my stuff. Images of us frantically ripping each other’s clothes off run through my head. “She left after I fell asleep and I have no idea why.” I walk back and throw my clothes into my bedroom.
“She left?”
“Yup. Ran off like a thief in the night.” But the only thing she stole was my heart. And I’ll be damned if that isn’t the saddest, sappiest thing I’ve ever said.
“So… was the sex that bad?” He laughs.
“No, asshole.” I grab a cup of coffee from the pot that Travis made. “Best I ever had, and she seemed to enjoy herself too.”
He gets up and brings his bowl to the dishwasher. “I think you’re doing something wrong if you have to say she ‘seemed to enjoy herself’.”
I grab a dishtowel from the counter and throw it at him. “Fuck off, man. I just said it like that because I’m not giving any details. I know she enjoyed herself. What I don’t know is why she left.”
Travis grabs his keys, and we make our way to the elevator. On our way down, he asks if I’ve called Becca yet.
“Of course, I have. I’ve left so many messages already I’m probably going to steal the record from her mother.” Okay, no. Twenty-seven messages are way too many. I’ll stop myself long before then. Probably.
“Well, then you’ll just need to wait. Maybe she’s not ‘the one’ after all.”
I suppose that is always a possibility, but my heart doesn’t seem to agree. It’s decided on Becca, and all I can do is follow along and do what it says. I need to find her and make this right.
Now if only I knew what it was I did wrong in the first place.
* * *
After spending most of the day working in the studio, the guys and I are packing up, talking about my Becca problem.
“You know what this is? It’s karma.” Ryder gestures toward me with the licorice he’s eating. Denise has been craving it non-stop, thanks to her pregnancy, and Ryder can’t get enough of it now either. “You were a love ‘em and leave ‘em wanting more type for so long that this is karma getting back at you.”
“Haha. Fuck off, Ryder. We can’t all magically fall in love with someone who’s already in love with us. Some of us need to work for it.” Things would be a lot easier if Becca were in love with me.
