Broken and Screwed 2 (BS #2)(91)

“Wait.” Jesse twisted around. “You said Emerson?”

She nodded, holding her breath at suddenly being Jesse’s sole focus. “Uh, yeah. He’s my boyfriend.”

“Around five foot ten?”

She nodded, still holding her breath.

“Bald?”

Another nod.

“Scar across his face?”

Once again.

Jesse grinned. “Attitude up his ass?”

“You know him.” She didn’t look happy about that.

“Yeah. We’ll get in just fine.” Then he got out of the car and made a phone call. A minute later, a girl opened a back door. It’d been overlooked since it was hidden behind two large dumpsters. She waved at Jesse, who gestured back.

As I got out of the car, I knew that girl. She was the same stunner from The Shack. Black hair, black eyes, and a body that I knew every guy wanted. I tugged on Jesse’s sleeve. “Isn’t that…what’s her name?”

“Bri.” As the group walked over, he flashed her a grin. “Hey, Bri. The guys are playing tonight?”

She rolled her eyes and swiped back some of her hair. Tiffany instantly lifted her top lip in a faint snarl. Hannah was all smiles, wiggling her fingers at the girl. Eyeing Hannah cautiously, recognition flared in her depths when she switched to me. “Hi. You’re…”

“Alex. From the—”

“Yeah,” she cut me off, skirting a nervous glance to the others. “I remember. Luke texted you, Jesse?”

“Nope. Not this time.” He gestured to Hannah, who linked elbows with me. “She’s a friend of Alex’s. I believe she’s dating your cousin.”

“Yeah.” No warmth traveled to her gaze as she lingered on our linked arms. “That’s too bad.”

Beth started laughing. Hannah stiffened and Jamie snorted. “Even she knows you’re a whore, Hannah.”

Before she could twist around and slap him, I tugged Hannah with me into the overcrowded bar. As we passed by Bri, who was holding the door for us, I murmured, “Thanks for letting us in like this.”

She shrugged. “Luke really likes Jesse. It’s no problem.” After everyone was inside, she shoved through the crowd back to our side. “Just don’t get in trouble since you’re underage and don’t—”

But whatever else she was going to say was cut off. A guy from the bar shouted her name, “Brielle! Help please!”

She groaned. “I have to go. If you need drinks, come to the edge of the bar. Only you two.” She pointed to Jesse and me. “I only like you two. Gotta go.”

And just like that, she was swallowed up by the crowd. Expecting her to emerge from behind the bar, I was surprised when she merely climbed on top of a barstool. A large muscular guy from behind the counter lifted her over the bar and sat her down beside him. He ruffled her hair, which she slapped away and then she started filling orders right away.

Jamie sidled up next to Jesse. “Holy shit! That’s Braille on stage.”

Tiffany stood next to him. She was captivated by something beside the stage. I followed her gaze and saw Hannah had already taken root there. Beth was next to her, biting her lip, and casting wary looks at the crowd behind them. More than a few scantily clad girls were pushing forward for a better spot.

“Oh my god,” Tiffany groaned. “She’s dating a rockstar? Those guys are the worst guys to date.”

Her boyfriend threw his arm over her shoulder and pulled her close. He shrugged. “They’re a match made in heaven. Hannah doesn’t stick with the same guy two nights in a row and my guess he doesn’t keep the same girl long. I heard they’re all manwhores in the band.”

“Something you have in common with them?” Cord joined the conversation. His date looked unable to form words, much less thoughts. Her eyes were bulging out at the band.

“Not anymore.” Tiffany gave him the snarl instead. “That’s changed since I caught him with my sister.”

Jamie had the decency to show a little shame. He pressed a kiss to his girlfriend’s forehead. “She’s the only one I want anyway.”

Jesse had been quiet beside me, but Luke caught sight of him. Still singing, he lifted his head in an acknowledgement. Jesse gave one back. Everyone caught the shared greeting. Cord was the one who asked, “You know the band?”

“Remember that night I almost got arrested because I helped a guy out in a fight?”

“Yeah.”

“Luke was that guy.”

“Holy shit!” Jamie exclaimed again and shook his head in irritation. “What? Do all you famous and rich people know each other? Who else do you know? I want to know them.”

“I’ll make a list.”

“Good. I want to be rich and famous someday.”

“He was being sarcastic, ass**le.” Cord shot him a dark look.

Jamie frowned but kept quiet. His arm tightened around Tiffany and an awkward moment filtered among the group. Derek and Kara were the first ones to break it as he gestured to the back area. “We’re going to go look for a booth back there.”

“I want to be closer to the stage.”

Everyone knew Tiffany wanted to keep an eye on her sister.

Derek said again, “We’ll look for a booth in the back.”