seen how rude he was. How can someone that hot outside be so ugly on the inside?"
"Seriously?" Lola's dark eyes bug out. "When it comes to guys, it's the hot ones I'm wary of. They're usually the biggest jerks."
"Yeah, I guess." I sigh, scooting back on my bed and pulling my bent legs up closer to my body. "I was just hoping Beckett would be different. Besides, it was kind of fun tonight when we sang together. It would have been nice to make it a regular thing."
"What about Ryker?" Lola asks.
"What about him?"
She shrugs. "Well, I mean, he's cute, and he seemed really nice."
Noticing the slight flush of her cheeks, I cock an eyebrow. "Lola, are you crushing on Ryker?"
"That depends." She leans forward, resting her elbows on her knees.
"On what?"
"On how you feel about him?"
I swat away her words. "No, go for him. I'm not attracted to Ryker. I mean, he seems like a nice guy, but he's not really my type."
"Not like Beckett, huh?"
My chest tightens when she says his name. I remember how sexy he looked when he sang , and it turns my stomach. "I'm not into Beckett either." When I catch Lola raising her eyebrows at me I add, "At least, not anymore."
"If you say so." Lola flashes me a wicked grin.
"I’m not." I stand up, feeling defensive. "He was arrogant and rude tonight. If I ever see him again it'll be too soon."
"Okay, I believe you." Lola throws up her palms. "But you can't let him stop you from pursuing your music. There's got to be another band you can join."
I roll my eyes, heading toward my dresser. "That's my Lola. Always meddling." I yank open the top drawer and snatch out my fuzzy pajama top and pants.
"I'm serious."
"I didn't even really want to join a band." I whirl around, clutching the clothes to my chest.
"But you just said that it was fun."
I lean my back against the dresser. "It was." My mind flies back to those few blissful moments when Beckett and I were singing together. It was a rush, and the truth is, I'd give anything to experience it again.
"Then what's the issue? You're a musician, aren't you?"
I nod, biting my lip. "Yeah. I guess if it's meant to be it'll happen at some point." My stomach sinks when I'm reminded that it won't be with Beckett. I'm not sure I want to be in any other band. Even though I can't stand Beckett, he is super talented, and it would have been amazing to be part of his band. I try not to let disappointment overwhelm me at the thought. In fact, I try not to think about tonight at all. The whole thing is too depressing and humiliating to relive, even in my mind.
2
Beckett
The girl looks nothing like I expected. When Ryker described her to me I pictured some edgy rocker chick, not some fresh faced girl next door. She wears jeans and sandals, her brown hair sleek down her back. Her skin is soft and smooth with almost no makeup covering it. She smiles up at me with glossy lips, her caramel colored eyes piercing mine. There is so much trust and openness in them that I glance away, unnerved.
When she tells me her name is Star, I ca n’t help myself. I have to give her shit about it. From Ryker’s expression I can tell that he doesn’t appreciate it, but I don’t care. Obviously he’s into her, but that’s not my problem. Besides, I’m used to Ryker being irritated with me. What I’m not prepared for is Star’s reaction. When she lights into me about her name, I wonder if I’ve misjudged her. Clearly she’s got some fire underneath that sweet exterior.
I decide that the least I can do is give her a shot. Even though I’m pissed at Ryker for springing her on me like this, I shouldn’t take it out on her. So, I let her sing f or us. I lean back against the wall with my arms across my chest as she sits at the keyboard. Her dark hair falls over her shoulders and her lips purse as her fingertips skim over the keys. When she opens her mouth to sing, I’m surprised with the richness of her tone. As she continues on with the sickeningly sweet song,
"Seriously?" Lola's dark eyes bug out. "When it comes to guys, it's the hot ones I'm wary of. They're usually the biggest jerks."
"Yeah, I guess." I sigh, scooting back on my bed and pulling my bent legs up closer to my body. "I was just hoping Beckett would be different. Besides, it was kind of fun tonight when we sang together. It would have been nice to make it a regular thing."
"What about Ryker?" Lola asks.
"What about him?"
She shrugs. "Well, I mean, he's cute, and he seemed really nice."
Noticing the slight flush of her cheeks, I cock an eyebrow. "Lola, are you crushing on Ryker?"
"That depends." She leans forward, resting her elbows on her knees.
"On what?"
"On how you feel about him?"
I swat away her words. "No, go for him. I'm not attracted to Ryker. I mean, he seems like a nice guy, but he's not really my type."
"Not like Beckett, huh?"
My chest tightens when she says his name. I remember how sexy he looked when he sang , and it turns my stomach. "I'm not into Beckett either." When I catch Lola raising her eyebrows at me I add, "At least, not anymore."
"If you say so." Lola flashes me a wicked grin.
"I’m not." I stand up, feeling defensive. "He was arrogant and rude tonight. If I ever see him again it'll be too soon."
"Okay, I believe you." Lola throws up her palms. "But you can't let him stop you from pursuing your music. There's got to be another band you can join."
I roll my eyes, heading toward my dresser. "That's my Lola. Always meddling." I yank open the top drawer and snatch out my fuzzy pajama top and pants.
"I'm serious."
"I didn't even really want to join a band." I whirl around, clutching the clothes to my chest.
"But you just said that it was fun."
I lean my back against the dresser. "It was." My mind flies back to those few blissful moments when Beckett and I were singing together. It was a rush, and the truth is, I'd give anything to experience it again.
"Then what's the issue? You're a musician, aren't you?"
I nod, biting my lip. "Yeah. I guess if it's meant to be it'll happen at some point." My stomach sinks when I'm reminded that it won't be with Beckett. I'm not sure I want to be in any other band. Even though I can't stand Beckett, he is super talented, and it would have been amazing to be part of his band. I try not to let disappointment overwhelm me at the thought. In fact, I try not to think about tonight at all. The whole thing is too depressing and humiliating to relive, even in my mind.
2
Beckett
The girl looks nothing like I expected. When Ryker described her to me I pictured some edgy rocker chick, not some fresh faced girl next door. She wears jeans and sandals, her brown hair sleek down her back. Her skin is soft and smooth with almost no makeup covering it. She smiles up at me with glossy lips, her caramel colored eyes piercing mine. There is so much trust and openness in them that I glance away, unnerved.
When she tells me her name is Star, I ca n’t help myself. I have to give her shit about it. From Ryker’s expression I can tell that he doesn’t appreciate it, but I don’t care. Obviously he’s into her, but that’s not my problem. Besides, I’m used to Ryker being irritated with me. What I’m not prepared for is Star’s reaction. When she lights into me about her name, I wonder if I’ve misjudged her. Clearly she’s got some fire underneath that sweet exterior.
I decide that the least I can do is give her a shot. Even though I’m pissed at Ryker for springing her on me like this, I shouldn’t take it out on her. So, I let her sing f or us. I lean back against the wall with my arms across my chest as she sits at the keyboard. Her dark hair falls over her shoulders and her lips purse as her fingertips skim over the keys. When she opens her mouth to sing, I’m surprised with the richness of her tone. As she continues on with the sickeningly sweet song,
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