just in case.
I found it and flicked my finger on the screen, turning it on. There were a few text messages from random acquaintances. A few tit shots from chicks I had screwed at some point in my shady past.
But nothing from the only person I had secretly hoped to hear from.
Not that I’d ever admit that crap out loud. I wasn’t cockless for fuck’s sake. There was no way I had sat around last night, staring at my phone willing it to ring.
That shit was for bitches and dudes with their nuts tied up in a bow. Definitely not for me.
So what if Vivian hadn’t answered when I called. I didn’t need to talk to her every single night, for Christ’s sake.
So what if she never sent a text after the few dozen I had sent her. If that’s the game she wanted to play, then so be it. I shouldn’t have to explain myself to her.
Even though I knew she had the total wrong idea about the girl she heard when we last spoke.
I hadn’t been given a chance to explain that the girl had been with Mitch and the two of them had passed out drunk on the floor of my hotel room. I hadn’t been able to tell Vivian that I had gone into the bathroom for privacy so I could call her because I couldn’t stop thinking about her. Even though I wouldn’t have dared admit that, it was the truth.
She had jumped to the obvious conclusion. Not that I blamed her. But it still irritated me that she had chewed me a new asshole when for once, I hadn’t done anything wrong. The need to defend myself made me cranky.
I had wanted to tell her about the conference call with the label. They were sinking some serious money into promoting us. There was going to be a major photo shoot and press release for our upcoming album.
I really wanted to talk about it to someone. No, I wanted to talk about it with Vivian. But it was obvious she was going to play the pissed off card for a while longer.
Before I could think twice about it, I tapped out a quick message and hit send. Then I waited for a few minutes. Not because I was waiting to see if I’d get a response.
Hell no!
And that wasn’t disappointment that I felt when my phone stayed silent. That was just hunger. Because I hadn’t eaten anything last night. That had to explain the aching in my gut. That was the only thing that made any sense.
I swung my legs over the side of my cramped bunk and slid out to the floor. Damn, it was freezing! I reached back in behind the curtain and felt around for my shirt. I hurriedly put it on and stumbled my way back to the bathroom so I could take a leak.
I pushed open the folding door that led to the toilet and instantly started gagging. Living on a bus with eight other dudes was disgusting. Even for my sorry bachelor ass. I wasn’t a clean freak by any means, but at least I tried to hit the bowl when I was taking a piss.
Maysie had claimed the tiny bathroom at the back of the bus, which was smart on her part. Guys were freaking barbarians.
I held my breath as I whipped out my junk and took the quickest pee on record. I thought about taking a shower, but didn’t think I could stomach the smell for that long.
God, I missed having my own space.
It was easy to get sick of being on the road. It sucked cramming into a bunk the size of a dog’s asshole in order to sleep. And there was always some dipshit who decided to be a dick and eat all of your Ding Dongs.
Even though I was getting tired of tripping over empty beer cans and dirty boxer shorts, it was still pretty amazing.
Somehow, someway, Generation Rejects was on an actual, totally legit tour. We were living it up on an actual tour bus, sharing a space with one of the coolest bands out there.
This was actually my life.
It was still pretty hard to believe.
Particularly for a former jock who had been expected to go into the military in order to make his dad happy.
I hadn’t been Generation Reject’s first singer. Garrett, Mitch and I had been friends in high school but I used to laugh at their lame
I found it and flicked my finger on the screen, turning it on. There were a few text messages from random acquaintances. A few tit shots from chicks I had screwed at some point in my shady past.
But nothing from the only person I had secretly hoped to hear from.
Not that I’d ever admit that crap out loud. I wasn’t cockless for fuck’s sake. There was no way I had sat around last night, staring at my phone willing it to ring.
That shit was for bitches and dudes with their nuts tied up in a bow. Definitely not for me.
So what if Vivian hadn’t answered when I called. I didn’t need to talk to her every single night, for Christ’s sake.
So what if she never sent a text after the few dozen I had sent her. If that’s the game she wanted to play, then so be it. I shouldn’t have to explain myself to her.
Even though I knew she had the total wrong idea about the girl she heard when we last spoke.
I hadn’t been given a chance to explain that the girl had been with Mitch and the two of them had passed out drunk on the floor of my hotel room. I hadn’t been able to tell Vivian that I had gone into the bathroom for privacy so I could call her because I couldn’t stop thinking about her. Even though I wouldn’t have dared admit that, it was the truth.
She had jumped to the obvious conclusion. Not that I blamed her. But it still irritated me that she had chewed me a new asshole when for once, I hadn’t done anything wrong. The need to defend myself made me cranky.
I had wanted to tell her about the conference call with the label. They were sinking some serious money into promoting us. There was going to be a major photo shoot and press release for our upcoming album.
I really wanted to talk about it to someone. No, I wanted to talk about it with Vivian. But it was obvious she was going to play the pissed off card for a while longer.
Before I could think twice about it, I tapped out a quick message and hit send. Then I waited for a few minutes. Not because I was waiting to see if I’d get a response.
Hell no!
And that wasn’t disappointment that I felt when my phone stayed silent. That was just hunger. Because I hadn’t eaten anything last night. That had to explain the aching in my gut. That was the only thing that made any sense.
I swung my legs over the side of my cramped bunk and slid out to the floor. Damn, it was freezing! I reached back in behind the curtain and felt around for my shirt. I hurriedly put it on and stumbled my way back to the bathroom so I could take a leak.
I pushed open the folding door that led to the toilet and instantly started gagging. Living on a bus with eight other dudes was disgusting. Even for my sorry bachelor ass. I wasn’t a clean freak by any means, but at least I tried to hit the bowl when I was taking a piss.
Maysie had claimed the tiny bathroom at the back of the bus, which was smart on her part. Guys were freaking barbarians.
I held my breath as I whipped out my junk and took the quickest pee on record. I thought about taking a shower, but didn’t think I could stomach the smell for that long.
God, I missed having my own space.
It was easy to get sick of being on the road. It sucked cramming into a bunk the size of a dog’s asshole in order to sleep. And there was always some dipshit who decided to be a dick and eat all of your Ding Dongs.
Even though I was getting tired of tripping over empty beer cans and dirty boxer shorts, it was still pretty amazing.
Somehow, someway, Generation Rejects was on an actual, totally legit tour. We were living it up on an actual tour bus, sharing a space with one of the coolest bands out there.
This was actually my life.
It was still pretty hard to believe.
Particularly for a former jock who had been expected to go into the military in order to make his dad happy.
I hadn’t been Generation Reject’s first singer. Garrett, Mitch and I had been friends in high school but I used to laugh at their lame
Similar Books
