Total pages in book: 10
Estimated words: 9381 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 47(@200wpm)___ 38(@250wpm)___ 31(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 9381 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 47(@200wpm)___ 38(@250wpm)___ 31(@300wpm)
I tried to hide how I felt about him for a long time for the sake of the band, but Saint and Jace figured out years ago that he's the one I write about. I never confirmed it because they've been together since they were in high school, and I didn't want to cause drama when there was already so much going on with Saint. But they know. And hiding the way I feel is getting harder every day.
He's constantly in my space, reminding me how much I love him and why. Every single freaking day, I see him, and I have to remember that he'll never be mine—at least not the way I want. And I do mean that I see him every freaking day. We're on the road together, at shows together, at practice together, doing interviews together. We spend all of our free time together. He's in my space twenty-four hours a day most days.
I can't take it anymore…which is precisely why I'm quitting after this tour.
Saint and Jace already know I'm leaving. Telling them was brutal, but it was also a relief. They aren't happy about it, but I think they both know why I want to leave. They both asked if Declan knew yet, and they both told me it was up to me to tell him.
As if I haven't dreaded doing it since I made the decision to quit.
I can't put it off any longer. My last show as a member of Vengeful Saints will be next month. I have to tell him tonight.
I don't know how he'll take it, but I'm nervous as hell to find out. He's my best friend. Even if he doesn't love me the same way, I know he cares about me. He's always been so freaking good to me. It's going to break his heart to find out that I'm leaving and that I didn't even discuss it with him.
The thought of hurting him kills me. That's the last thing I want. But I can't keep hurting myself anymore, either.
"Why don't you come to my place, Rebel? I'll cook," he says, recalling my attention.
"You cooked last time."
"Mmhmm. And I'll cook this time, too."
"You know I can cook, too, right?" I ask, not entirely convinced he knows this. Nine times out of ten, he cooks. He usually does the cleaning up afterward, too. He's basically the perfect man: hot, talented, protective, and highly capable. He just doesn't see me the same way I see him.
It's really not fair.
And this is what kills me. He's so damn good to me, but he doesn't see what's right in front of him. How is he so oblivious? Am I really that good at hiding it?
"Pen, just come over," he sighs like I'm getting on his damn nerves. "I'll cook."
"Fine," I huff, though I'm not really annoyed. I secretly love that he spoils me, but it makes me sad, too. I don't want to be his spoiled bestie. I want his ring on my finger more than I want air.
"In fact, you don't even need to go home," he says, leaning down to scoop my bag off the floor. "Just follow me to my place."
"I need to shower."
"Why?" His eyes slowly run down my body, making my core clench. "You look perfect."
My heart does that stupid fluttering thing again.
Life would be so much easier if he had at least one fatal flaw, but he doesn't.
No one has ever taken care of me the way he does. I grew up without much family. The family I did have was always too busy trying to change me to actually get to know me. My parents wanted a doctor or a lawyer, not a plus-size drummer. But since meeting Declan and the band, I feel like I finally know what it's like to belong somewhere. I know what it's like to be accepted exactly as I am. It doesn't matter what crazy thing I tell him or what I do, he's always there for me.
Even when he's mad as hell at me, he shows up. We had a big fight about a year ago. I don't even remember what we were arguing about, probably Saint. But I got in a minor accident about five minutes from my house, which is half an hour from his place. He drove all the way over there just to make sure I was okay and then held me while I cried. The next morning, he took my car to the shop, dealt with my insurance company, and everything. He never even mentioned the fight. He just showed up and took care of everything, just like always.
The day he falls in love with someone else is the day my world implodes.
I don't want to be here when it happens. I can't work beside him every single day and smile while he loves someone else. I won't freaking survive it. And sooner or later, it's going to happen. Now that Saint is better, the rest of us can't keep our lives on hold indefinitely. Jace is already dating someone. It won't be much longer until Declan follows suit.