Behind the Mask: A Rockstar Romance(41)

Troy stops laughing. His eyes widen.

“Holy shit, that would explain a lot. You can sing, can’t you?”

“Yes, she can sing so well it can make the gods weep,” Naomi adds in.

“You have been putting him to bed, so he must think when he sees you that you are his muse, thinking he’s dreaming it all. Holy fuck, girl, he is in love with you.”

I stand up as soon as those words leave his lips.

“He can’t love me if he thinks I’m someone else.”

“Come on, haven’t you noticed how he has been around you lately? He gets jealous, he ignores you when you do anything cute or sweet. I see the looks he gives you,” Troy says.

“I have even said he’s been different around you,” Naomi says, standing with me. “That’s who the girl is. It’s not your sister, it’s you. He has been infatuating over you. You are the girl he sings to at the end of the shows. He got drunk to see you.”

This is crazy.

“You do know how fucked up this is. He drinks to see a girl he thinks he made up.”

“Who cares? He wants you.” Naomi smiles at me. If I heard this a few days ago, I would be touched that he has been crushing over me. Well, a version of me. But too much has happened. He has been obsessing over a girl he thought was real in his head, but he has no problem getting between girls’ legs.

“It doesn’t matter. I’m still sticking to the plan. Tonight, I was vulnerable, I let him get close to me and it was for show. At the end of the day, his music career comes first. Once my time is up, I’m gone.”

“What do you mean gone?” Troy asks, confused.

“You can’t say shit, but I’m leaving once Tegan’s hand is healed.”

Troy stands up, walking toward me.

“You can’t leave us, we are a family.”

I look at him sadly. “We always will be, but I need a change.”

He pulls me into a hug. “This sucks.”

“I know, and it sucks more that Naomi will be coming with me also.”

Troy looks at Naomi and sadness crosses his eyes. Naomi looks at him sadly, also biting her lip.

“Shit.” Is all he says before he sits back down.

“You can’t say a word. I will tell the others once I’m ready.”

He nods in agreement. “Nate is going to be hurt,” Troy adds.

“Well, he will know how I felt for the last three years,” I say when the bus doors open and Nate walks in. Well, stumbles in and to make it worse he’s not alone. “Yeah, he is going to be hurt,” I say before heading to the bathroom, wanting to get ready for bed.

“You’re a dick, man.” I hear Troy say before I close the door.

I lean my back against it. My heart sinks when I hear Nate’s door close. I stay frozen to the spot for a moment before I shower. Once clean I head out, putting on a tank top and shorts, climbing into my bunk, putting in my earphones.

Like hell, I want to hear him at it.



I wake up the next day, my head killing me slowly. I feel like I’m dying and my mouth feels like I ate sand. No wonder Tegan says she’s dying after a night out. This is what death feels like. Heading to the bathroom, I brush my teeth and when I look in the mirror I look even paler than usual.

Walking to the living area, I see Sam sprawled on the couch, looking just as bad. I notice Tegan is sleeping. I wonder what time she got in at. Naomi and Troy are whispering in the booth and I sit alongside her. “Why are my ears burning?” I joke.

“How are you feeling after yesterday?” Naomi changes the subject. I look out the window to see we are moving.

When did we start moving?

“I feel like death and I kind of want to forget about last night,” I quickly add.

“But Nate likes you.”

“You don’t bring a girl back if you like someone else. If he figured that I’m his muse.” I use air quotes on the word muse. “That I’m the girl he has been wanting to see. He wouldn’t have been inside another girl.” Maybe I just need a guy to be inside me, help myself move on.

“He was drunk.” Troy starts to defend him.

“I am sick of that being an excuse. If a guy was beating a girl when he was drunk would that be okay? No. He can fuck whoever he wants. You know what, I’m going to start moving on. The next guy who isn’t in this band to be nice to me, I’m going to give him a chance.” I cross my arms.

“Do you think that’s wise?” Naomi looks at me with sad eyes.

“Yes, now let’s drop the whole Nate thing.” Like he heard us, Nate walks out of his room. I groan to myself when I see him only wearing a pair of his boxers.

Really, God, you just had to let him have an amazing body. My eyes go to his toned stomach, and images of his body pressed against mine enter my head. I lay my head on the table, wanting to bang against it. If my head wasn’t already in agony I would.

“Morning,” Nate says, walking toward us, sitting opposite me. Everyone replies, but I just stay quiet. I can feel his eyes on me, but I haven’t got the energy to look up. “Are you feeling okay, Blair?”

I know it’s childish, but I keep my head down. I lift my arm, giving him a thumbs-up.

“She’s feeling a little hungover,” Naomi explains.