By the timeI was off my bus, Maggie was already across the lot and on her bus. Shady pointed me in the rightdirection.
I went straight over, shirtless, walking right past Katie who was on her phone and sipping a beer outside her bus—and stared at me over thebottle.
Fuckinggreat.
I ignored her. But I had to wonder at what point we were gonna make some dramatic scene in front of a bunch of people and everyone was gonna start realizing what was going on—and Maggie was gonna flip hershit.
Soon, I figured. At this rate… very fuckingsoon.
And there was a part of me that couldn’t fucking wait for it tohappen.
The shit-disturberpart.
And that other part… the one that wanted all this fighting shit over with. You know, so we could move on forward to other, better shit, like a hell of a lot morefucking.
I yanked the door of Maggie’s bus open, ignoring the bullshit NO DUDES sign. There was a chick sitting in the lounge, working on a laptop when I walked in. Freckles and strawberry-blonde hair. Elle’s assistant, what’s-her-name. FuckingJoanie.
“Anyone else back there?” I askedher.
“You mean,except…?”
“Yeah.”
“No.”
“Great. Getout.”
She blinked at me, then shut her laptop and got to her feet, taking it with her. “Sure. I just need to grabmy—”
“Nope.”
Her eyes went wide. The girl had been around for a few years now, but this was pretty much the longest conversation we’d ever had. And therudest.
“Okeedokee…”
She slipped past me and out the door. I locked it behind her, then kicked off my boots and headed straight to the back of thebus.
I found Maggie in her bunk. She’d ditched her jacket and was lying on her back on top of the blanket in her sexy little dress. Before she could react I crowded in with her, lying next to her on my stomach, propped up on myelbows.
“Zane!” she hissed. “What thefuck?”
“We need to talk,” I said, calmly, my face inches fromhers.
“You’re not supposed to be onhere.”
“I know. The Lady Bus,right?”
“Is Joanie still outthere?”
“Nope. We’re alone.” Alone enough. I knew the door was locked, but there were probably a few people who had akey.
Maggie knew it too; she glared at me. I rolled onto my back and got comfy next toher.
After a moment of silence, shesighed.
There was music playing softly in the lounge. I stared at the underside of the bunk above us, wishing I had a joint on me and wondering if there was a chance in hell Maggie would let me smoke up on herbus.
At least the weed I’d already smoked was kinda helping me mellow out—now that I’d chilled the fuck out abit.
