Chapter 6
The next day, I ran over to Ryan as soon as I spotted her black-and-blue hair. "Tell me everything," I huffed out breathlessly, settling onto a bar stool.
"I don't want to talk about it," Ryan snarled. I bit the bottom of my lip to stop myself from offering her sympathy, which I knew she would not accept.
Dax, the cook, and Ryan's favorite person to pick on, waved me over from the kitchen window. His blonde hair was hidden under a backward black hat, giving me a better view of his sparkling brown eyes.
"What's wrong with her?" he whispered, eyeing Ryan to make sure she wasn't listening.
"I think she metthe onelast night."
"Oh, that explains it. The rock heart has been penetrated." He smiled brightly, most likely plotting how to mess with her given this new knowledge.
"That's not the worst of it. He went back to Afghanistan today."
"That's going to fuck her up." His brown eyes dimmed, the plotting seeming to vanish. "She'll pretend it doesn't bug her, but it will."
"What do you know?" I hissed, desperately wanting to learn about Ryan's past.
"That's her story to tell. Now, go away; she's coming."
"Are you going to drag ass all night?" Dax screamed at Ryan.
"Shut the fuck up and make me an order of fries," Ryan yelled right back.
I turned my head to catch Dax wink at me before he turned back to the kitchen.
Ryan shot snarky comments at everyone the rest of the night. On the outside, she appeared as if nothing was wrong. It wasn't fooling the people who loved her. Her eyes looked sad. The humor that always lit them had disappeared, and if I was going to chance a guess, it had gone overseas with a certain someone. It hurt my heart to see her suffering, and I hated to admit it, but her reaction made me anxious. I would be going through something similar soon enough when Kill took off to pursue his dream.
D was positive they were days away from being invited to Tryptophan Torture Fest on Thanksgiving, and everything would change after that. There was no doubt in my mind they would be signed the moment they stepped offstage.
My monthly visitor had finally packed up and left by the next day. I felt like a skittish virgin when I climbed out of my empty bed. Tonight would be the night I gave myself entirely to Kill. I rolled my eyes at my dramatic thoughts as my vagina did her very own happy dance.
Kill sat on the couch, my steaming cup of coffee on the table in front of him. I took a sip before sitting down and leaning on his shoulder. It was then I noticed he wasn’t in his normal workout clothes. I sat up and took in the sight of his dark blue jeans, black t-shirt, and black boots.
“No running today, Slick," he said, answering my unasked question. "We only have a couple of hours before we have band practice. I’d suggest taking your pretty ass upstairs and getting ready.”
I stared at him with a dumbfounded expression.
“If you don’t get a move on, I'll carry you upstairs and dress you myself.”
I flew upstairs, excited to see what he had in store for us. I dressed similarly to him, putting on black skinny jeans, my Stone Sour tank-top, and a pair of lime-green heels.
I ran to the bathroom and put my hair in a messy bun, doing my makeup quickly. Downstairs, Kill gave me a heated look as he surveyed my outfit. I felt the scorching burn everywhere his eyes touched. My nipples ached to be in his mouth, now knowing the pleasure he could provide them. When he reached my feet his eyes lit up, but then he shook his head.
“As sexy as those are, go change into something you can walk in.”
I saw the remorse in his eyes, when he glanced back down to my feet. “Hurry up.” He clapped his hands together excitedly. I ran upstairs and put my shoes away, exchanging them for my purple Chucks instead.
At the bottom of the stairs, I found Kill sitting on the couch with his arms crossed over his chest. A stormy look had taken over his face. I gave him a questioning glance, wondering why his mood had changed so drastically, but then the answer revealed itself. D came out of the kitchen, wearing a pair of jeans and a white t-shirt.
He smiled when he saw me. “Hey. Kill said you were going to take a hike around the trails, and I thought I would tag along.”
Kill's eyes pleaded with me, most likely asking for permission to tell D about us. I shook my head and plastered on my fake smile.
"Well, let’s get going. I heard the band's manager is kind of a stickler when it comes to missing practice," I said in an overly-chipper voice.
Kill scowled, and I gave him what I hoped to be an apologetic smile.
