Tamed (Torn #5)(8)

We all sat down at the table as Drake walked away. I noticed Rachel staring at him with a look of longing on her face.

“Earth to Rachel. Come in, Rachel,” Chloe said as she snapped her fingers in front of Rachel’s face.

“What? Oh, sorry,” Rachel said as her cheeks flushed bright red.

I shook my head as Logan chuckled. This wasn’t going to end well.

“Don’t go there, Rachel. If you have sex with him, you’ll make it awkward for me when he kicks you to the curb,” Chloe bit out.

My eyes widened in surprise. Chloe was pissed. She never got pissed, especially over a guy.

Rachel frowned. “I wasn’t planning on having sex with him.”

Chloe gave her an incredulous look. “Could’ve fooled me.”

I jumped up before Rachel could reply. “Chloe, why don’t you come to the bar with me and help me get us drinks?”

She stood and followed me to the bar.

I spun around to face her as soon as we were out of earshot. “What the hell was that?”

She looked at me, confusion written clearly over her face. “What are you talking about?”

“You know exactly what I’m talking about. You blew up at Rachel for no reason.”

She shrugged as she ordered our beers. “No, I didn’t. I just saw the way she was looking at Drake. If they hook up, it’ll be awkward every time we’re all together.”

“Are you sure that’s all it is? I saw the way you were looking at him. For God’s sake, Chloe, get your act together. You were just holding hands with Logan earlier.”

“You’re imagining things. I’m over Drake, and I haven’t given Logan an answer. We’re taking things slow.”

I shook my head. “I’m not blind, Chloe. You can lie to yourself, but you can’t lie to me. You still care about Drake, and you’re stringing Logan along. Do you even have feelings for Logan? Or are you just trying to get over Drake?”

She grabbed the beers and turned to glare at me. “Yes, I do f*cking care about Logan. I’m trying to get my shit together. I want to give Logan a chance, but I’m afraid, okay? I don’t want to lose him.”

“Do you really think Logan would abandon you if things went south with him? He cares too much about you to let that happen. You need to get your head out of Drake’s ass and see what’s standing right in front of you.”

“You think I don’t know how amazing Logan is? Because I do, so stop trying to push me to him, and let things happen!” she practically shouted as we walked back to the table. She set Logan’s beer in front of him and forced a smile onto her face.

I watched them as I sat down. Logan pulled Chloe’s chair closer to him and rested his hand on her thigh. I swore that I could see panic in Chloe’s eyes.

“What took you guys so long?” Logan asked.

She glanced at me, but I looked away. There was no way I was going to help her out.

“We had to wait forever. Sorry,” she said.

We sat and talked as we waited for Drake and the other members of his band to take the stage. My eyes kept landing on Chloe and Logan. Chloe tried to keep her attention on Logan, but her eyes kept darting to the stage. This whole thing was a bigger problem than I’d realized.

When the lights dimmed and the band climbed onto the stage, people started shouting. A large group of people were already standing in front of the stage, but more shoved in, hoping to get closer to the front. I raised an eyebrow. I’d barely paid attention to Drake’s band play at the fraternity party. If their groupies were any indication, I obviously needed to pay closer attention this time.

“Are you guys ready to f*ckin’ rock?” Drake roared into the mic when the lights came up.

The crowd roared their approval.

“We’re Breaking the Hunger, and we’re about to tear this place down!” he shouted into the mic.

I watched as he turned and nodded to the girl behind the drums. She was so small that I could barely see her.

She started a steady beat. A few seconds later, the other two guys in the band came into the song. I glanced at the one on the opposite side of the stage from me as he played his bass. He reminded me of Drake from this distance—same haircut, same build. He didn’t carry himself the way Drake did though. There was less…arrogance and cockiness. He never once glanced up from his instrument. It was as if he was trying to avoid the crowd altogether.

My eyes flashed to the guy closest to me, and I froze. Holy shit.

He was the most attractive man I’d ever seen. He was also the wildest. His hair was dyed an electric blue, and it was styled into a Mohawk that stood several inches high. His eyebrows were both pierced twice, and he had a set of snakebites. He was shirtless, revealing full sleeve tattoos on both of his arms. His chest was covered in tattoos as well. My eyes dropped to the tight six-pack abs. What I wouldn’t give to run my hands over them.

I stared at him, unable to pay attention to anything happening around me. I didn’t even hear the music playing. One glance at this man, and I was completely captivated. He kept shooting flirty looks at the women in the crowd, obviously enjoying the attention of being on stage. My mouth dropped open in awe when he played a solo. The man knew his way around a guitar. He played the solo flawlessly, his forehead crinkling in concentration.