Toxic: Logan's Story (Torn #4)(23)

“Hey, the guys are ready to leave. They wanted to know how much longer you might be,” she said.

I smiled as I finished tying my shoes. “I’m ready. I had to shower. I could barely stand to smell myself.”

She laughed. “I wish Adam would take a f*cking shower. He chased me down the hall earlier when I told him he smelled like ass.”

I shook my head as I opened the door the rest of the way and followed her out. One thing was for sure—Chloe fit in perfectly with the band. Adam tried to give her a hard time daily, but she never let him get to her. Instead, she would come back with a smart-ass remark that would leave his mouth hanging open in shock. Eric thought the world of her, and so did I. She just…fit. I couldn’t even bring myself to be mad at her for hurting Logan—well, most of the time. Sometimes, especially when I was PMSing, I would get a little pissy with her. The guys, like the good little boys they were, had quickly learned what times of the month to avoid Chloe and me. All it had taken was one freak-out from Chloe when Adam had eaten all of her chocolate, and they had all gone running to their bunks.

The guys were a little ways down the hall, and Chloe and I hurried to catch up with them. Drake caught sight of us and stopped to wait. As soon as Chloe was within grabbing distance, he tugged her to his side and kissed her forehead. His hair was wet, and I noticed Eric’s hair was, too, so at least those two had had the common sense to shower.

I watched as Chloe leaned into Drake and kissed his chin. I could see why the girls went wild for him. His dark eyes had a way of pulling you in—that was, if you could see them. Most of the time, his shaggy black hair would cover them. He had piercings in his eyebrow and his lip as well as a few tattoos poking out of his shirtsleeves on both of his arms. He was built, and if I didn’t think of him as my own blood, I might be attracted to him.

Eric and Adam were just as attractive. Adam would use his looks to his full advantage, trying to pick up every chick from L.A. to London. His hair was dyed an electric blue and styled in a Mohawk that stood several inches high. He’d worn it like that for years. His eyebrows were both pierced twice, and he had a set of snakebites. He also had several tattoos on his arms, chest, and back. I knew them all by heart since I’d seen him shirtless enough times. The boy hated wearing clothes.

Where Adam went for shock value, Eric was the opposite with his looks. His hair was styled the same as Drake’s, but it was a light brown. He didn’t have any piercings at all. The only rocker thing about him were the tattoos on his arms, and there weren’t many there. He would pick up a groupie from time to time, but it was nothing compared to Adam. Eric had always been the quiet one, the thoughtful one, but I’d seen glimpses of another side of him. I would try not to dwell on it too much, but I knew Eric had a history.

“I’m ready to get the f*ck out of here and on a plane home!” Adam shouted as we approached the doors that led outside.

“Me, too. I love you *s, but I’ll be glad to get rid of you. There’s only so many months I can spend locked on a f*cking bus with guys,” I said.

“Aw, I thought you liked to cuddle with me, Jade,” Adam joked.

“And get an STD on contact? No, thanks.”

Eric, Chloe, and Drake howled with laughter.

“Dude, she just handed your ass to you,” Drake said as he opened the exit doors.

I squinted my eyes once I made it through the doors. People were lined up along the barricade from the doors to where our bus was parked. Most of them had cameras, and every single one of the flashes hurt my eyes. I blinked a few times, hoping to get rid of the spots dancing in front of me. When they cleared a bit, I smiled and started walking toward the bus. Most of the fans were interested in Drake and the guys, but a few called my name. I signed a few things and posed for pictures as we slowly made our way to the bus.

Once we were free from the grabbing hands, I threw the bus door open and hurried inside. Drake, Chloe, and Eric followed, but Adam wasn’t with them. We looked back to see him kissing some chick like he was about to lift her skirt and take her right there in front of everyone. Chloe rolled her eyes.

Eric barked at him, “Adam! Let’s go!”

He released the girl and frowned at Eric, but he finally started walking toward the bus. Once he was inside, our driver, Andrew, pulled out of the lot.

“You guys ruin all the fun,” Adam joked as he dropped down onto the couch.

“Do you want to f*ck a groupie or sleep in your own bed?” I asked. He opened his mouth to reply, but I shook my head. “Don’t answer that.”

He laughed. “Jealous, Jade? Come here, and I’ll make it all better.”

I rolled my eyes as I sat down on the other side of the couch. Adam was one big, perverted pickup line, but I knew he never meant what he said to me. I’d known him for years, and he never once tried to sleep with me. I counted my lucky stars daily. The guy didn’t know how to keep it in his pants.

“Please go shower before we get to the airport. I don’t think my stomach can handle your ass-smell through a twelve-hour flight,” Drake said. He sat down on one of the chairs and pulled Chloe onto his lap.

“Fine,” Adam grumbled. He stood and started walking to the back of the bus.

Once he disappeared into the tiny bus bathroom, I sighed in relief. Adam was a lot to handle. I leaned back into the plush black couch and relaxed. I looked around the bus and smiled. We’d come a hell of a long way since our first tour bus. The bus Drake had rented for us wasn’t bad, but it just wasn’t in the same league as this one. This one was twice the size of our original one. A large black couch took up a good portion of the front of the bus with two matching chairs sitting across from it. While our bunks were no queen-sized beds, they sure had a lot more room than the ones we’d been in before. I could actually roll over without face-planting into the wall or falling out of the bed.