“I’m sure your mom would just love hearing you say that. Plus, a degree gets you a better job.”
“Great tits also help. You got those, so no need for a degree.”
I roll my eyes but take a seat beside him. He smiles over at me like he just won some kind of game. I glare back at him, but that only makes him smile more.
For a moment neither of us speaks. I stare at his side profile from the corner of my eyes. His hoodie covers up most of his tattoo, but a few peak out on his neck and hands.
He looks just as broken as I feel. Makes no sense to me. He has his dream career, is famous, and could have any girl he wanted. Including me.
“What made you call me? No other girl wanted to fuck the drunk idiot?” I ask after a few minutes.
“I came to this bar. Do I look like I wanted to fuck someone tonight?” He laughs. “I was celebrating.”
“Celebrating what exactly?” I ask, glancing back at the locked up-front door of a tiny dive bar that makes me question when I need to get my next tetanus shot.
“How pathetic I am.” He grins, bumping his shoulder against mine. “But you had that figured out in one night. Pinned me down to a T.” He makes a little t with his fingers. I try not to smile at the silliness of the drunk idiot beside me. “All my friends are out growing me. I’m completely alone. God, how fucking sad is that? I guess all the fame doesn’t mean shit.”
“Make new friends.” I shrug.
“Is that what you’re doing?” He eyes me. “I heard those kids whisper in class the other day. They don’t seem to like you very much.”
“Accuse the popular guy of hurting you and watch the shitty people drop like flies.”
“Let’s key his car.”
“Let’s not.” I laugh.
“Set his house on fire?”
“Pretty sure you’d go up in flames if you got anywhere close to an open flame right now.”
“Two birds. One stone.”
“Ben, come on. Let’s get you home.”
“Fine.” He pushes himself to his feet, nearly falling over as I watch in horror. I’m hoping I don’t have to carry him home. He may be skinny, but he is still taller than me by a few inches and I’m not very strong. “Take me home.”
I help him get into the car. He instantly takes over my sound system putting on some music as I start the car.
“Where do you live?” I ask, pulling away from the curb.
“I’m not giving you that information.” He laughs. “I don’t trust you not to sell it on the internet.”
“Really?”
“As revenge for the scene in the classroom.”
“Okay? So where am I supposed to take you then?”
“Home. Your home.” He smirks.
“No. That is not happening. I’m staying with Cameron. If I bring you there, he will never shut up about it.” If Cameron even knew I had Ben in my car, he wouldn’t stop grilling me for details. If he ever finds out about the classroom scene, he would lose it. It’s not normal for me to hang out with any other rock star but him.
“Fine then,” he groans, pressing his hands into his eyes. “Take me to a hotel. Make it a Hilton.”
“Just tell me where you live. I promise not to sell it on the internet.”
“God,” he mutters, pulling his hands from his face and turning to look at me. “If you take me there, I will slit my wrists open.”
