Sometimes Brooke (The ALWAYS SOMETIMES NEVER Rock Star Romance Series Book 2) by Sierra Avalon Page B

you trying to do?” She sounds like a mom trying to help her three-year-old, but in this case I have no doubt a three-year-old would be better on a computer than I am.
    “Just make it go away,” I mutter.
    Of course she doesn’t. Because she’s Harper. And Harper is smart. And smart people always want to know everything to make themselves even smarter. She studies the website instead. “Did you find what you needed?”
    I shake my head. “There’s too much information.”
    “Maybe I can help,” she offers. “What did you want to know?”
    I hesitate because I know if I ask the question she’ll want to know why I want to know. And that’s something I definitely don’t want to get into.
    “Our secret,” she assures me.
    “On what side of the body is your heart?”
    She studies my face before she opens her mouth. “It’s a little to the left of the center of your body. Why?”
    I shake my head. “Just wondered.”
    She tilts her head as she continues to study me. “All of a sudden you just wanted to know where your heart is located.”
    I hop up from the desk. “Gotta go.”
    To my surprise she grabs my forearm. Even though I don’t believe in God I still pray that Rayne doesn’t walk in right now and see us touching, even if she is the one who’s technically touching me. He’ll punch me first and ask questions later.
    “Are you sure everything is okay?” she asks.
    “Great,” I lie. Things in my life have never been more fucked up. Brooke has turned everything upside down. Life used to be simple: Play music, drink and get fucked. Now all I think about is being with Brooke.
    “Brooke’s my best friend,” she reminds me. “If you ever need to talk about anything, I’m here. I’m just going to throw that out there.”
    When she finally lets go of my arm I hightail it out of her office. Even though she’s younger than me, Harper is like the mother I always wanted and the schoolteacher who really cared about me all wrapped up in a hippie librarian’s body. I decide there’s got to be some crazy shit going on in Rayne’s head for him to want to fuck her. And he wants to fuck her all the time.
    But at least I now know where my next tattoo is going.
    ***
    “What’s up with you?” Rayne glares at me because for like the sixth time in a row I’m late for the intro.
    But my chest is burning from the new tatt. It was a lot of ink and I made him do it all at once. Now I’m paying for it.
    “Sorry, Dude,” is all I say.
    He shakes his head, clearly frustrated. I know it’s not just me. The entire new album has been a struggle to get done. “Let’s just call it quits for the day. We can start again tomorrow.”
    “What’s going on, bro.” Xander playfully knocks me in the chest right in the middle of my new tattoo.
    “Shit. Don’t do that.”
    He frowns. “I didn’t hit you that hard.”
    I’m still wincing because of the sting.
    Xander knows me better than I know myself. He lifts up my shirt to see what’s going on.
    “Did you get inked?” He sounds surprised. In the past we’ve gotten most of our ink done together.
    I nod.
    Luckily it’s still got a bandage on it so he can’t see what it is. And even luckier he doesn’t ask.
    “You’ve been acting weird,” Xander says. “Weirder than usual.”
    “So have you,” I fire back.
    “You’re both weird,” Raven declares as she marches into the studio. She has a knack of sensing exactly when we get done. It never fails.
    When she snakes her arm around Xander’s waist I feel a twinge of jealously I wish wasn’t there. I know I can’t be selfish, especially after the conversation that Raven and I had when I moved my stuff out of their room. If I want to be with Brooke I know I have to let Raven go completely. I guess it’s hard because I know I’ll always care about Raven, even if I’m not fucking her.
    Tension fills the air between us as Raven and Xander both stare at me. Could it be any more obvious that they want to be