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“Fuck.”
“How were you not arrested?”
Nate leans forward and slaps Kaan’s leg. “Blair Roberts is a dead-set fox, you lucky son of a bitch.”
Kaan snorts. “Yeah, she is, but she’s also a fucking psychopath.”
“All the good ones are.”
“Fuck off, Nate!”
I glare at him, and he nods knowingly at Kaan. “See?”
A grin slowly crosses Kaan’s face before he thinks better of it and coughs lightly. “I’d had enough of Blair’s bullshit, so I went downstairs to the bar. When the police arrived in the lobby, I knew exactly where they were going. She’d been waving a gun around and I knew someone was either going to be shot or the coppers would turn up. She was screaming blue bloody murder in the elevator. When the doors opened Blair came out throwing punches. One of the coppers just knocked her to the ground and handcuffed her! I got the hell out of there then called for a car to come and get me when I was a few streets away.”
“This is going to be a public relations nightmare for you, and the label—” I shake my head. “—and yet, I’m still sitting here waiting for the other shoe to drop.”
“I was going to go back to mine, but my neighbour rang and warned me that the bloody leeches were already there.”
“Where do you live again?”
“Chelsea. I rang Brynn and she told me you lived nearby.” He grins at the three of us. “And here we are.”
“So, you’re not here to shag our Meggsy, then?”
“It’s no secret I’d throw a leg over but so far she hasn’t gone for it.”
Nate and Kaan guffaw loudly in that boorish way that guys do. I’m not loving this bromance that seems to be developing between the two of them. “She doesn’t know what she’s missing!”
“I think I know what you’d be missing, Meg.” Courtney smiles slyly as she looks at Kaan like he is a piece of gum stuck on her heel. “An STD that you just can’t seem to get rid of.”
“You’re a real sweet talker, you know that?”
“Weren’t you a member of some boy band?” Kaan looks slightly embarrassed at Courtney’s tone, but she doesn’t notice or she does notice and relishes at the thought of embarrassing him. “I’ve never listened to any of your music, Gotye.”
“It’s Kaan, but not surprising. I think we can all agree most of it was shit.”
“Not true!” I was surprised by his attitude about Seven of Crows’ music. “I loved ‘Time and Again’.”
“How old were you when it was released, Nutmeg?”
Seven of Crows formed when I was 15. Like most teenage girls, puberty hit me hard. I spent most of my time wondering why boys didn’t love me, and why I didn’t look like a supermodel—this was all long before my doppelganger, Daisy Reyes, made it big in Hollywood, of course. Then Seven of Crows appeared on the scene. Four beautiful boys whose thumping rock songs were filled with just the right amount of angst to appeal to every teenager on the planet. Suddenly, they were the biggest band in the world. They hit number one on the UK charts a record nine times. Their biggest hit, “Bang It Out” was the unofficial national anthem to teenagers, and it probably still is, mostly because those first three chords played at top decibel were enough to send most parentals running out of the room with their hands protecting their ears.
I tilt my head sideways as I think back to the poster of Seven of Crows that is still taped on the wall in my old bedroom in Manchester. The lead singer, Gabe, famed for his mane of blonde hair and supreme confidence on stage, gazing straight down the camera lens, oozing sexuality with his ripped t-shirt and perfect teeth, a guitar thrown lazily over his shoulder. That poster alone, sent every teenage girl’s hormones into overdrive. The lead guitarist, Mica, was all ‘80’s punk rock glam with his spikey hair and lip piercing. He appealed to the girls who loved to defy their parents. The drummer, Tom, wasn’t even facing the camera because he always fought the system, but also because his ass looked great in his tight denim jeans with two drumsticks sticking out of the pocket. And then there was Kaan. Always in black, his curly hair was lacquered firmly into place, and a smug, knowing, smile on his lips. It was his signature style. There was a boy for every kind of teenage girl. Four boys. Four distinct looks. Oh yes, my teenage hormones loved Seven of Crows.
“15… I guess.”
“What do you know about music at 15? Trust me when I say it was absolute shite!” Kaan eyes flick between Nate and I; he’s trying to work out the dynamics of our relationship. “I’d rather talk about you lot. I’d wager a bet it will be much more interesting.”
The corner of Nate's mouth curls into a knowing smile. “Don’t be jealous mate, I’m not getting my end away, if that’s what you’re asking. Meg lives closest to the pub.”
“Courtney and I used to work together, and she and Nate used to date.”
“Oh?”
Courtney sneers at Kaan. “Past tense, Sir Mix-A-Lot.”
“And what about you, Meg?”
