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“Aw, man, I can’t. Not tonight,” Tyson said, his tone dropping. “I promised Maeve we could watch a couple movies. We’re having a taco night. It’s a new thing we’ve started.”
“Are you serious?” I asked incredulously. “You’re already making traditions with her? You’ve known her for what? Three weeks, maybe? That’s fucking crazy.”
“I guess when you know, you know.”
“You sound insane right now. Stop that.”
“No,” Tyson snapped. “That’s the thing, Jackson. If you’d ever see the good in people, you might actually have a shot at finding love and someone for yourself. I don’t want to live my entire life alone. Yeah, the fame and money are great—but what’s it worth if you don’t have someone to share it with?”
“Yeah, I don’t need some woman to come in and fuck me up, just to take off with the money that I worked hard for. No thanks.”
“Damn, you’re so bitter.”
“Yeah, well, better to be bitter than destroyed. Love doesn’t fucking last. It’s just some fleeting infatuation that comes and goes—and mostly goes.”
Tyson sighed. “You’re a cynic.”
“And you’re a nutcase for falling in love with a girl in three weeks.”
“I haven’t told her I love her…yet.”
I laughed sarcastically. “You don’t have to say it. You’ve implied it just by having a taco night with her. You’re skipping out on making solid memories with your friends—your family—all so you can meet the clingy needs of some chick whose only goal is to probably take you for your money.”
“Just…no. Call someone else to hang out with.” Tyson’s voice grew sharp. “I’m done with this conversation.”
The phone went dead in my ear as I started my Lamborghini. As much as Tyson was like a brother, he was an idiot for falling so hard for Maeve. And to make it all worse, the guy had gone through heartbreak after heartbreak, always falling hard for women. He wanted a serious relationship and a family so bad that he didn’t care what it did to his emotions.
But not me.
I’d rather spend the rest of my life alone than get used by someone who never loved me in the first place.
Before leaving, I scrolled through my phone to my other bandmates, Aaron and Nel. I called Aaron first, hoping like hell he hadn’t caught the same crazy virus that Tyson had.
“Hey, man,” Aaron greeted me, a bunch of chatter in the background.
“Hey, what are you up to?”
“I’m out at O.C.’s,” he said, referencing a bar downtown.
“Fucking perfect,” I said with a sigh of relief. “You there with anyone else?”
“Yeah, Nel is here. We figured since we don’t have practice until late tomorrow, we would spend the night having some fun. Fucking tour has left me having withdrawals from our crazy nights.”
“Hell yeah,” I agreed. “I called Tyson and he’s all hung up on Maeve.”
“Eh, who cares? If she makes him happy, I’m happy.”
Huh. Wish I could be like that.
9
LENA
After a long, hot shower and changing into comfy clothes, I still hadn’t shaken the way it felt to sing with Jackson. Maybe it was the fact that he was just…good. I had played and sang with a lot of guys who had that natural ability to suck you in on stage…
Though, I had to admit that Jackson felt different.
It’s probably just because I can’t stand him.
