Hooked by Love (Bellevue Bullies 3)

“That’s fine.” The annoyance in my voice could be heard from the moon.

/> “Love you.”

“Love you,” I mutter before hanging up the phone and rolling my eyes. I understand that he is busy, that he has a very demanding job, but it’s annoying. If I were one of my brothers, he would have made time to talk to me. I’m just the daughter with the unattainable dream who is going to school for some music degree that won’t get me anywhere. His words, not mine.

Whatever.

My dream isn’t unattainable.

It will happen.

Going to my desk, I lift the lid on my laptop and open QuickTime to record. When my face appears on the screen, I smile at myself. I’m living my dreams, and the smile on my face speaks volumes. I haven’t been this happy in a long time, and I basically skip the short distance across my room to get my guitar out of its case. Sitting back down, I scoot my chair back so I’m in the frame on my computer. After messing with the angles and making sure I look good, I glance at the clock to see that I have at least an hour before Mekena gets back.

That’s more than enough time to get this video done.

Hitting record, I smile, feeling almost euphoric as I say, “Hey, Avery Rose here, and thanks for checking me out. This is my cover of ‘Tee Shirt’ by Birdy. Hope you enjoy it. Make sure to subscribe to my channel and leave a comment. I love hearing what you think. So, okay, here we go.”

Then I start playing, my voice adding to the chords in perfect unison. As I look up to make eye contact with whoever will watch this, I love how joyful I look. I love the sparkle in my eyes, the way my face is hurting from grinning so hard. It’s perfect. I’m not sure if I’m still on the high of moving to Nashville and doing what I want or if it’s Lame Line Larry that has me giddy.

Which is a little concerning.

I know that Lame Line Larry is a bad idea; he’s a total player. Plus, he’s a hockey player, and I know what that means. Hockey is all he lives and breathes. He probably only sees me as his next goal, a new notch in his sheet of ice, and that’s fine. Really. I mean, nothing says I can’t enjoy him for what he can give me.

A good time. And some laughs.

No ties, no heartache.

And that sounds awesome to me.

“Thank God! Some of us are hungry.”

“What took so long?”

“About time, dweeb.”

Rolling my eyes at siblings’ comments, I shut the door behind us as my mom greets us in the foyer. When she wraps her arms around Markus and kisses him loudly on the cheek, I stick my tongue out at my brothers and sister, who all look very annoyed. While I hate being late, I love pissing them off.

“Shut up, some of us have things to do,” I throw back at all three of them and Jude scoffs.

“Aw, look, he thinks he has stuff to do.”

“Aw, does Jace have big-boy things to do now?” Lucy teases, her eyes playful but her face in full bitch mode.

“Of course he does, he thinks he’s hot shit now that he’s the only one left. Our little boy is all grown up.”

“I am hot shit.” I glare as my mom wraps her arms around me, squeezing me tightly. “Screw you guys.”

“Of course you are,” she says, kissing me on the cheek before squeezing me again. “But shame on you for making us wait.”

“I told him to hurry up, that everyone was waiting,” Markus says then, and my jaw drops as everyone glares at me.

“Seriously!”

Mom’s eyes narrow as she tsks at me. “Jace Ryan.”

“Mom, no,” I complain as she turns, still shaking her head before heading down the hall. “It was him. He had to get his hair right.”

“Yeah, but then you were trying to holler at that girl,” Markus says, further throwing me under the bus. I wouldn’t have cared if the image of her hadn’t popped up again, leaving me breathless. Man, she was gorgeous. But soon my brother is running his mouth, and I put my thoughts of No Dating Diane on hold.