Risky Rockstar: A Hero Club Novel, стр. 78

I still feel her hand in mine. Her fingertips playing with my earlobe, trailing down my neck.

Fuuck!

She took it too far. Way too fucking far. And now it’s all over.

The door to the roof flies open, and I narrowly miss hitting Josh in the face. He stumbles over the step, drunk off his ass or high with a blonde girl on each arm, both in almost identical skintight dresses, except one is black and the other jade green. The girl in the green dress stops when she sees me, and Josh sways a little. He turns his head in my direction and lets out a muttered “Fuck!”

Pulling the girls closer, he whispers in their ears, and they giggle before making their way to the garden set over by the far wall. The girl in the black dress sits on the table, flashing us in the process, and it’s apparent she isn’t wearing any underwear. I avert my eyes and point to the bottle of whiskey with the hand holding the ball.

“It’s yours, if you want it.”

Josh folds his arms over his chest. “What are you doing here? I thought you’d be balls-deep in Hayley right about now.”

I bite down on my molars and throw the ball against the wall again, a bit too hard this time, and it lands a few feet behind me. “Watch your fucking mouth.”

He shrugs. “What? It’s a valid statement. We all heard Hayley gushing for you on radio.” He slurs his words and takes a joint out of his pocket and lights it, blowing a cloud of blue smoke into the air. “She was at it so hard, she probably left a wet spot on the seat.”

I’m out of the lounger and have Josh pressed against the wall, my fist curled in his T-shirt and my other arm pulled back before I even realize what I’m doing. Every ounce of anger and betrayal that’s been vibrating in me since after the interview rips through my chest, and my fist shakes with the need to smash it against his face. The urge for violence tastes like fucking copper, and I want to pound on something, anything, to expel these feelings.

The blunt falls out of his mouth and I kick it away with my Vans.

Josh raises his hands in the air. “Fuck, Kade. I didn’t mean it. You know I didn’t mean it, man.”

Suddenly, he isn’t slurring anymore. I release my hold on him. Unfurling my fingers one by one, I take a step back. Bending over, I gulp in lungfuls of air.

“I’m sorry. Fuck!”

The girls glance over from their conversation briefly, looking completely unaffected. Either they didn’t see me put Josh up against the wall—or they’re used to this sort of thing and don’t give a fuck—but I can’t believe how close I was to pulverizing one of my best friends in front of two strangers because I couldn’t keep it together.

Josh takes a seat. “Wanna tell me about it?”

I head over to the fridge and grab two Cokes. Tossing one over to Josh, I roll the can between my fingers as I slowly start getting my breath back.

Shit, I’m fucked-up. “Josh, fuck, man. I’m sorry.”

He shrugs. “It happens. If I had a dollar for every time someone tried to knock my teeth out for saying something stupid, I could open a porn studio in Sacramento.”

“You know you do have enough money to do that, right?”

“Yeah, but I’d rather do it with someone else’s money.”

Setting the Coke on the floor, Josh reaches for the bottle of Jack and cracks the cap before lifting my cup. “May I?”

“Sure.” I nearly decked the guy, what am I going to say? No?

He pours a generous amount of whiskey into my cup and sits down, throwing the liquid back in one large swig. I make a mental note to take his car keys away from him.

“So? You gonna tell me why you aren’t getting pussy after that interview?” He raises his hands when he sees my expression. “What I mean to say is, why aren’t you and Hayley spending the night making hot monkey sex.”

I stare at the water slowly trickling down the wall of glass. “Because we’re through.”

“Shit!” He draws out the word. “How the fuck did that happen? That interview was…” He cuts off his sentence. “I’m sorry, dude. That sucks balls.” He nods at the two girls. “You wanna take one of mine?”

“No, I don’t want one of yours. What the fuck, Josh!”

He sighs and takes out his phone.

“What are you doing?”

“Getting the girls an Uber. If you’re not getting any, then it looks like neither am I. Y’know, Tennick, you take cock-block to the next level.”