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where the TV and game systems sat along with a large couch and a table. When he got there, he saw Jared on the ground beating on Brad. Chris pulled at them, trying to get the two off each other.
“What the fuck?” Garrett asked loudly.
He was the tallest of the group, and because of that he carried more muscle mass than the rest of them. He had also been known to beat the shit out of people that even looked at him the wrong way when he was younger. In every sense of the word, he was their leader. They broke apart, and no one said anything, they all just stared at Jared.
“Where the fuck is it?” he asked, his voice calm as he approached the man he called his best friend.
“I don’t know what you’re talking about.”
Jared was the king of liars when he was like this, and they all knew it. The only one that would call him on it was Garrett. “Don’t make me go look for it and don’t look at me like I’m fuckin’ stupid. Where is it?”
“Why can’t you all just leave me alone?” Jared scream, lashing out again, this time going for Garrett.
Sidestepping his friend, Garrett shoved him up against the wall and pushed his hands behind his back, holding Jared down. “Because we love you. Now tell me where the hell it is, and better yet, where the hell did you get it?”
All the fight went out of Jared’s body as he nodded towards his bunk. Garrett walked that way, but before he went to the bunk, he picked up the phone in his own bunk.
“Hannah, hey. I have to call you back, we have a situation.” He hung up before she could say anything or ask him any questions.
Throwing the phone down on his bed with as much force as he could, he stalked across the aisle to Jared’s bunk and opened the curtain. In the corner sat a mirror and a razorblade. White residue still coated the mirror.
“Is this worth it?” Garrett asked as he stalked back into the area where they all sat. “For a twenty second high, is it worth it?”
“No, it never is,” Jared told him, his voice quivering.
“Then you better do something about it because, best friend or not, I’m getting sick of this shit.”
How could he bring Hannah into this group of people? She was the queen of country radio, and people loved her. How could he expose her to this?
Walking back to his bunk, he dialed her number, hoping that it went to voicemail but at the same time that she would pick up.
“Is everything okay? I heard a lot of yelling.”
He debated on what he should tell her. So far he’d been honest with everything about his life. He should be honest with this. “No, it’s not okay. Look, I have to be honest with you. I can’t expect you to go into this without telling you the truth about one of the guys.”
“Go into what?” Her heart thundered in her chest.
“I like you,” he told her. “I know it’s crazy. We just met and we’ve only hung out twice, but there’s something about you that I like. I would love to get to know you better, but it’s your decision if that happens. My band could hurt your public persona, and in your brand of music, that’s everything.”
“How could they do that?” She didn’t want to comment on him liking her until she figured out just what he was trying to tell her.
He ran a hand through his hair, pissed that Jared was putting him in this situation. “Remember when I said that I’d experimented with drugs, but other members of the band kinda do their own thing?”
“Yeah.”
“Jared, the guy who was so nice and polite to you the other night,” he hated telling her this. “He just put one of the other guys down on the ground because he snorted a whole bunch of coke and didn’t know what to do with himself. So if you can’t handle that, tell me right now.”
After a few moments of silence, his voice pleaded, “Hannah, say something.”
“Can’t you do something to help him?” she asked, her voice so small on the other end of the line. This scared her.
He sighed, blowing out a
“What the fuck?” Garrett asked loudly.
He was the tallest of the group, and because of that he carried more muscle mass than the rest of them. He had also been known to beat the shit out of people that even looked at him the wrong way when he was younger. In every sense of the word, he was their leader. They broke apart, and no one said anything, they all just stared at Jared.
“Where the fuck is it?” he asked, his voice calm as he approached the man he called his best friend.
“I don’t know what you’re talking about.”
Jared was the king of liars when he was like this, and they all knew it. The only one that would call him on it was Garrett. “Don’t make me go look for it and don’t look at me like I’m fuckin’ stupid. Where is it?”
“Why can’t you all just leave me alone?” Jared scream, lashing out again, this time going for Garrett.
Sidestepping his friend, Garrett shoved him up against the wall and pushed his hands behind his back, holding Jared down. “Because we love you. Now tell me where the hell it is, and better yet, where the hell did you get it?”
All the fight went out of Jared’s body as he nodded towards his bunk. Garrett walked that way, but before he went to the bunk, he picked up the phone in his own bunk.
“Hannah, hey. I have to call you back, we have a situation.” He hung up before she could say anything or ask him any questions.
Throwing the phone down on his bed with as much force as he could, he stalked across the aisle to Jared’s bunk and opened the curtain. In the corner sat a mirror and a razorblade. White residue still coated the mirror.
“Is this worth it?” Garrett asked as he stalked back into the area where they all sat. “For a twenty second high, is it worth it?”
“No, it never is,” Jared told him, his voice quivering.
“Then you better do something about it because, best friend or not, I’m getting sick of this shit.”
How could he bring Hannah into this group of people? She was the queen of country radio, and people loved her. How could he expose her to this?
Walking back to his bunk, he dialed her number, hoping that it went to voicemail but at the same time that she would pick up.
“Is everything okay? I heard a lot of yelling.”
He debated on what he should tell her. So far he’d been honest with everything about his life. He should be honest with this. “No, it’s not okay. Look, I have to be honest with you. I can’t expect you to go into this without telling you the truth about one of the guys.”
“Go into what?” Her heart thundered in her chest.
“I like you,” he told her. “I know it’s crazy. We just met and we’ve only hung out twice, but there’s something about you that I like. I would love to get to know you better, but it’s your decision if that happens. My band could hurt your public persona, and in your brand of music, that’s everything.”
“How could they do that?” She didn’t want to comment on him liking her until she figured out just what he was trying to tell her.
He ran a hand through his hair, pissed that Jared was putting him in this situation. “Remember when I said that I’d experimented with drugs, but other members of the band kinda do their own thing?”
“Yeah.”
“Jared, the guy who was so nice and polite to you the other night,” he hated telling her this. “He just put one of the other guys down on the ground because he snorted a whole bunch of coke and didn’t know what to do with himself. So if you can’t handle that, tell me right now.”
After a few moments of silence, his voice pleaded, “Hannah, say something.”
“Can’t you do something to help him?” she asked, her voice so small on the other end of the line. This scared her.
He sighed, blowing out a
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