“Good,” she paused, “What did Tris have to say about it?”
My shoulders slumped. “I don’t know. I haven’t been able to get hold of him.”
Her brows knotted together. “Really? How come?”
I scanned the room for my mobile, finally spotting it peeking out from beneath the bed. When I turned it over the screen was blank. “Battery’s dead,” I said, waving it at her.
Rosie passed me her charger and I plugged it in. Within seconds, notifications were blowing up as the phone pinged incessantly. I covered my face with my hands. What the hell had happened now?
Seeing my reaction, Rosie rubbed my shoulder. “Go and get a shower, I’ll order up some breakfast and we can see what that arsehole has claimed happened.”
She knew more than she was letting on, I was sure. I dragged my body to the bathroom and stripped off the clothes I’d fallen asleep in. Turning the temperature on the shower up to scalding, I stepped under the jets and let them pummel my hair and skin, the water mingling with fresh tears.
A million questions whirled around in my brain.Why did I go to the club with Scott in the first place? I knew what he was like. Why didn’t I call Tris to explain? He wouldn’t have cared what time I woke him. He came all the way to find me at the party when I was with Carl, a late-night phone call wouldn’t have bothered him. What was I going to say to him when I spoke to him?
Sometimes, I was a total idiot.
When I stepped back into the bedroom, breakfast had arrived. The delicious aromas of toast and coffee suddenly made me hungry. I secured the towel around my body and joined Rosie on the bed. The TV was on in the background, some reality TV show, and I reflected how easy their lives seemed compared to my own. Seriously, I could give them a run for their money if I ever decided to invite cameras into my world.
“Your phone’s been going crazy,” said Rosie as she poured me a cup of coffee and then passed it to me.
I gulped it down, enjoying the dark bitterness, before grabbing some toast from the tray and slathering it with butter and marmalade. The slightly salty but sweet taste was heaven and almost immediately I reached for a second slice.
“I’ll deal with it in a minute. This food is too good.”
Rosie rolled her eyes as she nibbled on her own breakfast. “You might need to speak to Scott.”
The toast wedged in my throat. “What? Why?”
“I’ll let you see for yourself. He’s not exactly denying what happened between you.”
“But nothing did happen between us!” I wailed. “He lunged and I shoved him away. That’s it.”
“I believe you. I know what he’s like.”
Rosie was a good friend. I had to hope Tris would believe me as well.
A little later, I wasn’t so sure he would.
After trawling through the social media posts, getting sucked into the comments and finally checking my nemesisThe Goss, I veered between burning rage and utter biliousness.
Scott’s lies were incredible, stating we were hoping to be together as soon as the tour was over. He’d hashtagged our picture on one of his social media accounts with all sorts of crap, #newlove #hotchick #romance #forever.
Somehow, he’d managed to turn a half second of nothing into the love affair of the century.
I scanned my messages. The one from Jonas was straight and to the point.
Call me as soon as you get this.
It was timestamped over two hours ago. No doubt he would be tearing his hair out by now. Reluctantly, I found his contact details and pressed the call button.
He answered almost before it could have rung.
“What the hell, Saff? Two nights you’ve been on tour and I’m already reading about you and Scott Lincoln kissing? What about Tris?”
Rosie winced, able to hear every word even though I hadn’t put the call on speaker.
I pulled the towel tighter around me “Nothing. Happened.” I enunciated each word, emphasising the first.
