Behind the Mask: A Rockstar Romance(15)

“Bye, ladies,” he says, winking at Naomi, and she gives him the finger again.





“I swear I might go lesbian,” Naomi says once we are outside.

“I think I might join you. We should just be lesbians together. We already make each other happy,” I joke.

“Yeah, we so should. But I will miss cock too much.” She frowns.

“We could get those dick strap-ons.” I offer her.

“We could. Okay, we are now lovers.” She gives my cheek a loud, wet kiss.

“The best of lovers.”

We laugh. We head to the limo. Max is reading a book. I knock on the window, waiting for him to put it down.

“We are heading home.”

“Need a lift?”

“We are going to get a cab. They might need you. Most of them are drunk, so good luck with that.”

“Yeah, I bet on someone throwing up,” Naomi adds. Max’s face scrunches up.

“Oh great.”

Naomi and I look at each other and laugh. “Have fun,” we say in unison, waving before walking down the street, waiting for a cab to drive by. Once we see one and hail it down, we climb in, sighing into our seats.

“I am so looking forward to my bed.”

“Me too.” I am looking out of the window when I hear my phone ringing. Naomi groans, recognizing it’s one of the band members.

“Don’t answer it.”

I debate, but it could be important.

“Hello,” I say, pressing accept. Naomi groans out louder.

“Blair, you need to get back. It’s Tegan,” Sam says in a worried voice.

“I am not cleaning up her sick. If she’s passed out, you will have to deal. I’m tired and I’m almost home,” I say in a stern voice.

“You go, girl.” Naomi cheers me on.

“There was an accident. She was on the bar and fell. We are taking her to the hospital.”

I sit up straighter. “Is she okay?” I rub my forehead.

“What’s wrong?” Naomi asks me.

“She’s in a lot of pain. Her hand, it looks bad. You need to come back. We are all drunk and it’s hard for me to talk right now.”

“Okay, I will meet you at the hospital.”

“Thanks, kiddo.” He hangs up.

“We need to go to the hospital,” I tell her driver and he soon turns around, going in the opposite direction we were going in.

“What the fuck has happened?” Naomi shouts.

“Tegan had an accident. From what Sam was saying, she may have broken her hand.” I bite my lip.

“God karma works fast,” Naomi says under her breath, but I heard her.

“That’s my sister,” I tell her, glaring at her.

“I know she is, but how she treats you, I swear karma got sick of her shit.”

“She may have seriously hurt herself, damaged her hand.” I defend my sister.

“I don’t want to fight with you. I am sure she will be okay.” I sit back, crossing my arms. I know Tegan upset me before, but she’s my sister. I wouldn’t want any harm coming to her. At the end of the day, she’s my only blood relative left.

Once we reach the hospital, I pay the driver, running out, heading to the receptionist and asking where my sister is. She types on her computer and tells me she’s on the third floor. I don’t even wait for the elevator. I find the stairs, running up two at a time. I look left then right, wondering where I should go. When I spot Troy, I run to him.

“Blair.” Troy jogs toward me, hugging me.

“How’s Tegan? Is she okay?”

“The doctor is with her. They just did an X-ray, so we should know soon,” Sam says. Taking a seat, I see Nate sitting in the corner, his body slumped forward, his hands in his hair. I ignore him, looking away.

It doesn’t take long until a doctor walks toward us. I stand up, waiting to hear what he says. “Are you family?”

Everyone says yes.

I step forward. “She is my older sister.”

The doctor nods, looking at each member of the band before looking back at me. “Your sister is fine, but she has a couple of broken bones, nothing serious. It’s in a cast and should heal nicely.”

“So…” Sam starts to talk but soon we hear Tegan screaming.

“Three weeks,” she shrieks.

“Yes, she won’t be able to play for three weeks,” the doctor adds.

“Fuck.”

“Shit,” Sam and Troy say at once.

“Is there no way she can play sooner? We are on tour, we can’t really cancel,” Sam says in a pleading voice.

“I’m sorry, but bones are a delicate thing. If you don’t let them heal, it may cause permanent damage.”

“Thank you, Doctor, can we take her home?” I ask.

“Of course.” He smiles warmly at me. “Plus, a few of my nurses are kind of scared of her.” We both chuckle. I watch him walk away.

“Shit, shit, shit. What are we going to do?” Sam pulls his hair. “We are fucked.”

I look at each of the guys and they all have that deer caught in headlights look.

“You just need a temporary replacement,” Naomi says, shrugging.