"If you want to walk away, do it."
His eyes flare with frustration.
He…
This doesn't make any sense.
We need to talk later. We'll have cooler heads. He'll apologize. He'll realize that this is for us.
I grab the paper from him, crumple it, and shove it back in my pocket. "Fine."
"That's it, Vi. You walk out that door, it's over between us."
He stares at me with those gorgeous blue eyes of his.
"Things don't have to change." I stare back at him. "I can still come on tour with you this summer."
He shakes his head. "You've already decided to leave. Don't bullshit me about it now."
But this isn't bullshit. Things can stay the same. Why can't he see that?
His expression gets intense. "If you want to leave, do it."
My brow furrows. I hate to leave things like this. But I don't see what other choice I have. "Fine. I'm glad your dreams are more important than mine."
I stare back at him, waiting for a response.
Nothing. He just looks at me like I slapped him and told him I slept with his friend.
I can't talk to him right now. Not like this.
I walk out the door, sit in my car until I'm calm enough to drive home, and wait for him to apologize.
All night, I wait for him to apologize.
All week.
All month.
All fucking semester.
He never does.
Chapter 2
Ethan
The woman across the bar is staring at me with lust in her eyes. Is that oh God, he's hot or damn, this is my chance to fuck a famous guy?
No way to tell from here.
I shoot her a maybe you can fuck me look.
She sighs with pleasure. Her tongue slides over her lips.
She's objectively hot. Tight dress. Big tits. Dark hair in carefully messy waves. Violet always wore her hair like that, only hers was that gorgeous shade of strawberry blond.
What the fuck? Violet's not getting space in my brain. Not tonight.