and he'd never said anything more right in his whole entire life.
It had been a few days since Zoe had ripped shreds off me and for
those few days we'd been kept apart by conflicting schedules. They had photo
shoots and interviews separate from ours and it wasn't like she went out of her
way to speak to me. Every time I tried to catch her, she found a way to avoid
me.
By the time we were ready to move on to the next leg of the tour,
I was feeling utterly defeated. I stood just inside the hotel foyer, looking
out of the automatic doors into the car park, watching Zoe talking to Simone.
Her hair fluttered in the breeze and she brushed it behind her ear. She was
wearing her trademark aviator sunglasses with a light hoodie. The sun was
shining, making her glow. Right then, I wished I'd done this right, because I
could have just walked right out and swept her into my arms and planted a kiss
right on her lips. She was wild and perfect.
I wasn't used to this feeling that had settled in my gut. The one
that said I was an asshole. I was the nice guy. I was the one who put and end
to fights, not started them. I was the laid back one. I'd only been in three fist fights that I could remember and two of those had been
in high school sticking up for Pete.
Zoe thought I was trash. I wasn't that guy. I had to show her.
I watched her talking with Simone and I swallowed my pride and
walked out into the car park. The warm summer breeze blew bits of their
conversation towards me. I was a little surprised that they seemed to be
talking about Chris, their bass player. Was Zoe playing matchmaker? This woman
was full of surprises.
Simone caught sight of Chris as he passed me in the lot and made a
hasty escape.
As Chris passed Zoe, she said, "Asked her yet?"
He paled and kept walking.
And then she was standing there alone, her back to me. Here was my
chance.
CHAPTER
THIRTEEN
ZOE
"What did he say?"
Simone was standing beside me, an anxious look plastered on her
face. Her usual slick ponytail was haphazardly bunched on top of her head. A
few days had passed since I had ; one, yelled at Will
and two, spoken with Chris. And what an eventful few days it had been. We
played an extra show in Newcastle, did some interviews and another messy, but
fun photo shoot on the beach. I was glad it was just The Devil's Tattoo for the
latter. I hadn't spoken to Will since, you know, his crap attempt at apologising , and he hadn't tried either.
We were packing up the bus for another days drive. This time we
were going down to Sydney and I wasn't looking forward to it at all.
"He hasn't spoken to you?" I asked, surprised. I'd told
Chris it was a done deal. Him and Simone.
"No," she sighed. "He's been really awkward around
me."
"I don't know why." On the photo shoot yesterday he'd
been quieter than usual.
"What did you tell him?"
"Simone," I scolded her. "He likes you. He told me.
I told him you felt the same."
"You didn't!"
"Of course I did."
"Zoe…"
"Done deal, Simone. Someone has to be the first one to make a
move. May as well be you. Obviously Chris is still scared stiff."
"Why would he be scared?" she asked with a frown.
I looked at her over my sunnies .
"Why would you?"
She looked up then and caught sight of Chris lugging his bag
across the car park. With a small squeak, she scurried off towards her rental
and opened the back.
As Chris passed me I said, "Asked her yet?" Knowing full
well that he hadn't.
He paled and kept walking.
"Playing matchmaker?" I stiffened at the sound of Will's
voice in my ear.
"What's it to you?" I asked flatly, not bothering to
turn around.
"I'm sorry, okay?"
"For what?"
Silence. I looked up at him and he was smiling at me with that
lopsided grin, the stubble on his chin infuriatingly sexy.
Anger and desire flared up inside of me and I snapped, "Still
an a-hole I see," and stalked off into the bus.
Unfortunately, we were a seat down and I'd waited too long to
It had been a few days since Zoe had ripped shreds off me and for
those few days we'd been kept apart by conflicting schedules. They had photo
shoots and interviews separate from ours and it wasn't like she went out of her
way to speak to me. Every time I tried to catch her, she found a way to avoid
me.
By the time we were ready to move on to the next leg of the tour,
I was feeling utterly defeated. I stood just inside the hotel foyer, looking
out of the automatic doors into the car park, watching Zoe talking to Simone.
Her hair fluttered in the breeze and she brushed it behind her ear. She was
wearing her trademark aviator sunglasses with a light hoodie. The sun was
shining, making her glow. Right then, I wished I'd done this right, because I
could have just walked right out and swept her into my arms and planted a kiss
right on her lips. She was wild and perfect.
I wasn't used to this feeling that had settled in my gut. The one
that said I was an asshole. I was the nice guy. I was the one who put and end
to fights, not started them. I was the laid back one. I'd only been in three fist fights that I could remember and two of those had been
in high school sticking up for Pete.
Zoe thought I was trash. I wasn't that guy. I had to show her.
I watched her talking with Simone and I swallowed my pride and
walked out into the car park. The warm summer breeze blew bits of their
conversation towards me. I was a little surprised that they seemed to be
talking about Chris, their bass player. Was Zoe playing matchmaker? This woman
was full of surprises.
Simone caught sight of Chris as he passed me in the lot and made a
hasty escape.
As Chris passed Zoe, she said, "Asked her yet?"
He paled and kept walking.
And then she was standing there alone, her back to me. Here was my
chance.
CHAPTER
THIRTEEN
ZOE
"What did he say?"
Simone was standing beside me, an anxious look plastered on her
face. Her usual slick ponytail was haphazardly bunched on top of her head. A
few days had passed since I had ; one, yelled at Will
and two, spoken with Chris. And what an eventful few days it had been. We
played an extra show in Newcastle, did some interviews and another messy, but
fun photo shoot on the beach. I was glad it was just The Devil's Tattoo for the
latter. I hadn't spoken to Will since, you know, his crap attempt at apologising , and he hadn't tried either.
We were packing up the bus for another days drive. This time we
were going down to Sydney and I wasn't looking forward to it at all.
"He hasn't spoken to you?" I asked, surprised. I'd told
Chris it was a done deal. Him and Simone.
"No," she sighed. "He's been really awkward around
me."
"I don't know why." On the photo shoot yesterday he'd
been quieter than usual.
"What did you tell him?"
"Simone," I scolded her. "He likes you. He told me.
I told him you felt the same."
"You didn't!"
"Of course I did."
"Zoe…"
"Done deal, Simone. Someone has to be the first one to make a
move. May as well be you. Obviously Chris is still scared stiff."
"Why would he be scared?" she asked with a frown.
I looked at her over my sunnies .
"Why would you?"
She looked up then and caught sight of Chris lugging his bag
across the car park. With a small squeak, she scurried off towards her rental
and opened the back.
As Chris passed me I said, "Asked her yet?" Knowing full
well that he hadn't.
He paled and kept walking.
"Playing matchmaker?" I stiffened at the sound of Will's
voice in my ear.
"What's it to you?" I asked flatly, not bothering to
turn around.
"I'm sorry, okay?"
"For what?"
Silence. I looked up at him and he was smiling at me with that
lopsided grin, the stubble on his chin infuriatingly sexy.
Anger and desire flared up inside of me and I snapped, "Still
an a-hole I see," and stalked off into the bus.
Unfortunately, we were a seat down and I'd waited too long to
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