“Mind your own business, man!” Trent shouted.
“Fuck off!” I agreed.
Shit, this was bad. We were like wild animals about to tear each other apart. On edge and barely civil to each other, we'd been snarling and raging at each other since the incident six months ago when we ditched our best girl.
It was the biggest mistake ever, bar none.
On the one hand, everything looked fine on stage. We got up there, playing the music, forcing the beats out even if our souls weren’t in it. But offstage, Alpha Prime was at each other’s throats constantly, fighting like a pack of dogs.
This was new to us. Before, we’d never been in love period. But now, we’d had the best thing in the world and lost it in one fell swoop.
Katy. Kitty-Kat.
It was all about her.
We missed the female, and that was the problem.
We couldn’t have her so we were ready to tear each other apart to feel something other than the pain that her absence caused.
All we had left was rage. As useless as the anger was, it helped us forget about our girl sometimes.
Yet the voice in my head spoke again. She isn’t your girl, it hissed. You gave that up because she deserves better. The beautiful brunette deserves more than some life as a dirty groupie trailing three men.
It was the right thing to do, hands down. She deserved a normal relationship and a shot at a good life. In fact, a catch like Katy probably already had a new boyfriend—a stable one who stayed in one place and worshipped the ground she walked on.
She never deserved to be have her virginity snatched by three horny guys who couldn't give her anything but chaos.
Yeah, keep telling yourself that, whispered the voice in my head. Maybe it'll stop you from wanting to run back to Brooklyn and begging her to come back.
I spun away from Trent. Looking at his face—a face that was so much like mine—was only pissing me off more and more every day.
“Keep the fucking guitar,” I snapped. “It doesn’t mean shit anyway.”
Because nothing meant anything, anymore—not without Katy here.
“Are you for real?” Trent came at me anyway. “After all this bullshit, you’re just gonna forget it?”
I spun to face him. “Yeah! And forget this shit too! I’m better off without it.”
He looked confused. “What shit? Without what?”
“This piece of shit boy band that we call a rock group. Fuck it and fuck you.”
For a second, he looked shocked. Not like I said something unthinkable but because I'd put into words what was already on his mind. The demise of Alpha Prime. Disbanding because we were so fucking unhappy all the time.
Silence greeted my comment, but we’d finally brought up the elephant in the room. It was like letting some air out of an overstuffed tire. Finally. We could breathe, at least for a little bit.
“Maybe we should,” Mason remarked casually. He stood, arms crossed over his bare chest.
“Yeah,” Trent added as if in afterthought. “This shit is not working for me anymore. Let’s cut our losses. I’ll move to Switzerland like I always talked about. Nick, you can keep the apartment in Florida. Mason, do whatever the fuck you want. Just don’t follow me.”
“Or me,” I snarled. “I don’t want either of you to be anywhere near me.”
After six months of hell, I was ready for some peace.
“You're right, man. This should—”
A sharp rap sounded on the door.