“Dude, Lennox, I can’t believe you did that.” Trent says, sliding an arm around my shoulders. “Sean, you have to get up there now.”
Sean is right behind him and my only saving grace is that they didn’t bring their female entourage.
“I thought you were going to puke.” Sean says.
There it is. The reason I hide. The reason I don’t let myself be who I want to be. Because the people who should support me no matter what, are the same people betting against me.
I look at Grant, and there’s sympathy in his eyes, like he just came to the same conclusion.
“I get to pick your song, Sean,” Trent says.
Sean shakes his head but concedes. “Anything but Ariana Grande. I can’t go that high tonight.”
A drink is thrust in front of me as Noa reappears. “Thought you might want a drink after all that singing.”
Three heads turn slowly toward Noa. “Who are you?” Trent asks at the same time Sean says, “What are you giving our sister?”
Noa holds up his hands in surrender. “It’s a Coke.”
“Nice try, buddy,” Trent says, and for the second time tonight, someone else is enjoying my drink.
One minute I’m branching out of my comfort zone, completely free, and the next, I’m back in the pit of Bentley’s, all trudging over each other.
I'm out of here.
“I’ll see you later Noa,” I say before weaving toward the door. Nothing good ever happens when my brothers are around.
“Lennox. What are you doing?”
It’s Grant. I know it is, but I don’t have the energy to turn around.
“Going home,” I say, maneuvering around a plastic snowman by the door.
“No. I mean, what are you doing with that guy?”
I freeze, then turn slowly. “What?”
He scrubs a hand over his face like he can’t believe he has to have this talk with me. “Come on, you don’t date guys like that.”
“Excuse me? How do you know what kind of guys I date?”
His lips purse, because he’s thinking about it. He actually has to think about it.
“Let me help you out. You’re right. I don’t usually date guys like that, because I don’t date. At all. You and my brothers have made sure of that.”
His mouth hangs open, but nothing comes out.
“I think it’s time I start having fun too,” I say, then turn on my heel. It’s not too warm tonight, but I still blast the AC as soon as I get in my car. I need to cool down because all I want to do right now is go back there and rip Grant’s stupidly perfect head off. Or make out with him. It’s really hard to tell which direction I could go when we fight.
Chapter 10
Grant
She’s going to start having fun?I dislike how that sentence runs on repeat in my head. I don’t want Lennox to have fun.
Okay. That’s a lie. I want everything for her. But I selfishly only want her to find it with me.
I’m such a fool. What did I think would happen? That she would never fall in love, never find someone perfect for her? Someone who pushes her to dream, and to sing like she did three nights ago?
