You shoulda kissed me, ’cause I had something to say. You shoulda kissed me…I would have told you, and now you’ll never know. You shoulda kissed me…
The song fades out, and I make another grab for the phone. “What the fuck? Where’s the rest of the song?”
“That was the end.”
“Bullshit!”
“It was the end!” Finn shouts back, turning the phone around so I can see. “Also, I thought you wanted me to turn it off.”
“Don’t be an ass,” Vaughn murmurs. “Preston—”
“Noah,” I roar.
He holds up a hand. “I’m sorry. Noah. I know you think you’re better off without her, but—”
“What was she going to say?” I interrupt. “What the fuck kind of song ends on a damn cliff-hanger?”
Vaughn sighs wearily. “I think you know full well what she would have said. Even dipshit Finn here can figure it out.”
Finn nods. “I can think real good.”
I ignore their antics, pressing the heels of my hands against my eyes. “It wasn’t supposed to be like this. Fuck you guys.”
“Calm down. You would have heard it eventually.”
He’s right. I would have heard it eventually, and it would have ripped my fucking heart out.
You know how I said Jenny’s voice sounded like her heart?
I’m wrong.
Her voice sounds like my heart.
And I want it back. I want her back.
“Aaaannnd…there it is,” Finn says softly, holding out a hand to Vaughn, who irritably slaps a twenty in his palm.
I point. “What’s that?”
“We made a bet on how long it would take you to figure out that you’re in love with the famous girl.”
“I’m not—”
I break off abruptly. The denial doesn’t roll off my tongue like I think it will.
“As we thought,” Vaughn says, pulling an envelope out of the inside pocket of his suit jacket.
He hands it to me, and I take it tentatively. “And this is…?”
“Plane ticket.”
My head snaps up.
“To Hollywood,” Finn says.
“LAX,” Vaughn clarifies, just to be a prick. “Hollywood doesn’t have an airport.”
For once Finn doesn’t rise to the bait. He’s watching me. “The premiere’s tomorrow, man. She invited you, right?”