Page 56 of Revel
Me on stage with him.
Us kissing. Him stopping us. I reach up and touch my fingers to my lips, remembering the way his body felt pressed to mine, the taste of his mouth. . . . But then what happened? I went back to his bus with them, me and Bella, and that’s all I remember.
What the fuck is with Revved? Every night spent with that band and I can’t remember the next day.
Swallowing, it feels like I haven’t had water in days. The need becomes so intense I suddenly know how vampires feel when they’re thirsting for blood.
Crawling out of bed, I find my panties on the floor, slip those on quickly, step over Revel in the space between my bedroom door and the bathroom, then into the small kitchen of my bus. Usually there’s water in the fridge.
I open it to find my savior. Water. Taking two bottles from the fridge, I down the first, then the second. It’s still not enough.
I reach for a third, drink half of that and then promptly throw up.
That wakes Revel up because nobody pukes peacefully. I sound like Darth Vader deep throating. It’s so freaking embarrassing.
Sitting up, Revel props himself against the wall of the bathroom as I’m frantically brushing my teeth and trying to appear less zombie-like. I can’t imagine what I look like and the fear of knowing has me avoiding every single mirror on my bus. If I don’t know, I can remain oblivious.
Spitting toothpaste in the sink, I wash my mouth out with mouthwash, set my toothbrush down and draw in a careful breath. “I might never drink again,” I mumble, mostly to myself, but Revel hears me.
By the way, it’s morning, I think, and he’s already found the alcohol on my bus and drinking straight from the bottle. “Nice choice for breakfast,” Bella snickers, closing the door to the bus. She looks down at Revel, smiling, and then me. “Girl, I’m so glad you’re alive.” Her eyes drift back to the one drinking on the floor. He’s got his knees bent, his elbows propped on them and his head hanging. I’m guessing whatever it was we did last night, we consumed together? Kneeling before him, she points a tiny finger in his face. “You had better have taken care of her last night.”
Revel’s eyes snap to hers, and I can’t be sure, but I think he’s glaring at her. “What the fuck is that supposed to mean?” His voice is gravelly, a certain irritation present.
“It means your boy is on my shit list and you better not be on it with him.”
“Well, maybe your girl shouldn’t take shit from people she doesn’t know.” With a huff, Revel stands up, taking the bottle with him and then leaves the bus without saying anything to me or Bella.
“What was that about?” I ask, yanking at the edge of the shirt I’m wearing.
Bella plops down on the couch, her phone in hand. “Well, my love, you took a molly from Hardin last night.”
“I did what?” I shout, entirely too loud for my poor drugged brain’s liking and immediately feel sick to my stomach. What if this got out? What if my dad found out? What if. . . none of that matters because it’s my life and I shouldn’t have to explain myself. “Does anyone besides you know?”
“Everyone on the bus last night, and there were groupies.” Bella’s eyes soften when she notices the tears in mine. “I don’t know if anyone was dumb enough to talk, but it might get out.”
It hits me. Who I am? My following. The innocent young girls who follow my every move and worship the very ground I walk on. It’s not fair to them to hide anything about my life. They need to know while my intentions are pure, my heart is good, but I’m not perfect.
I sit next to Bella. “What happened after he gave it to me?”
“I’m not sure. I didn’t see him give it to you. I was. . . in a bathroom.” Which means she was with Cruz. “But after that, Revel found out, flipped a table over, and if it wasn’t for their security, I think he would have killed Hardin.”
That doesn’t surprise me. Revel’s wrath seems unpredictable, and I certainly wouldn’t want to be on the other end of it. Oh, wait, in many ways I have been.
“You have a photo shoot withRolling Stonethis afternoon, so I suggest you get in the shower.” She smiles at the shirt. “Shall I return that to Rev?”
My eyes widen. “What photo shoot?”
“The cover ofRolling Stone. They want the entire One Vibe tour on it. You, Revved, Hensley. . . . ” She breaks eye contact with me. “Breckin. It’s like one happy family of misfits.”
“Wow, sounds like the best day ever,” I mumble sarcastically, wishing for waffles. No lie. I want them so badly. Almost as much as I wanted that water before I threw it back up. Bella’s talking a million miles an hour about last night’s show and how everyone is going crazy over me singing “Walk This Way” with Revved and how I pulled it off. There’s even a picture of me and him back-to-back on stage. She shows me. I’m grinning like a fool and he’s smirking, as if to say, I’ve got my princess exactly where I want her.
I’msofucked.
I’m curious as to why Bella’s so giddy these days, not that she’s not always in a good mood, but I remember I haven’t asked about her and Cruz. “So, you and the drummer.”
With a dreamy sigh, her hand flies to her heart. “We had sex and it was glorious. Like the best ever!”
I fight the urge to roll my eyes at her. “You’ve only slept with one other guy.” It’s not like I have any more experience. I’ve only been with Breckin.
