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think about it.
    “I’ll take care of them,”
Nick said, reading my mind. “Everyone’s safer if we call the tour off, anyway.”
    Here was everything I ever
worked for slipping away from me. I blinked back the tears, knowing that I had
to do whatever was best for the group, not me, not Bad Moon. But for our lives.
    “Okay,” I nodded. “But we
can do this last show, right?”
    “Of course, and it’s going
to rock,” Nick gave me a small smile. His kindness warmed me from the inside.   
    “This doesn’t mean Bad
Moon’s over,” Trent said, still avoiding eye contact with me. I wanted to
scream at him, grip his shoulders and shake him, tell him to look at me dammit
because I have feelings. I stood still. “Things are just going to be a little
weird for now,” he said, finally moving his steely gray eyes to my face.
    There was promise there,
something soft but unyielding. Damn Trent. How was any girl supposed to stand a
chance?
    “Hey guys, are you ready?
Some techie keeps bugging me,” Sierra said with an oblivious laugh as she came
up behind Nick and Trent.
    “Oh shit,” I murmured. “Can
you guys sound check Martin’s guitar and Brandon’s bass?”
    “I think we can manage,”
Nick said, sighing as he looked passed me at the red exit sign. The two of them
made their way to the stage and I pressed my back against the cool cement wall,
taking in deep, steady breaths.
    “What’s wrong?” Sierra
asked.
    “This tour is over,” I said,
closing my eyes for a moment and trying to take it all in.
    “But why?!” she exclaimed.
“Because you guys hooked up?!”
    My eyes snapped open and I
gave her an incredulous look. “Jesus, no, and don’t scream things like that. I kinda want to keep that on the DL. The band...” I started,
realizing for the umpteenth time I had to come up with a another lie this week.
“Well, there are just a lot of tensions and everyone wants to call it quits,” I
finished lamely, my eyes drifting to the floor.
    “Okay, I know that you’re
just bullshitting me,” she said, placing her hands on her hips and narrowing
her eyes at me.
    “Okay, I know,” I sighed,
pushing myself off the wall. “But it’s the kind of thing I can’t tell you
because it’s not my business to tell. It’s weird, personal stuff that I barely
understand.”
    She searched my eyes and
nodded. “I believe you. Well damn, that sucks big time. Is it over after this
show?”
    “Yeah, I guess...” I said,
feeling all the hopes I had for this summer crumble up inside of me. “Ugh, I’ll
think about it later. Can you help me get the merch and some water from the van?”
    “Sure,” she said, following
me out to the parking lot, past the line of early birds waiting for a good
view.
    And that’s when I saw him.
Six-feet of delicious brown skin and a smile that could kill, leaning against
the back of the van.
    “Who is that ,” Sierra said with that voice she used on hot boys at clubs.
    “That’s Aamir ,”
I croaked. “The other guy I hooked up with.”
She let out a low whistle.
“You already called him up?” she said. He caught sight of me and lifted a hand,
his lips widening in a full-fledged goofball grin.
    “No.” I could feel the wind
leaving my body as I brought my hand up to return the gesture. “I’ve been
ignoring him completely.”
    “Well if you told me he
looked like that my advice might have
been a little different,” Sierra teased.
    “I just don’t know what he
wants,” I said, even though I had a number of guesses. One being he wasn’t used
to girls ignoring him.
    “Well, don’t let me stop
you. Go figure out what he wants! I’ll be inside,” she said with a wicked
smile, turning to go backstage.
    “Sierra wait—” I
called back to her, but she just waved her hand up to the air and called out, “ sayonara !” without giving me a second
glance.

 
 
    “Fuck,” I muttered, feeling
the sharp burst of nerves inside of me. I planted a smile on my face