Page 14 of Symphonic Synergy
CHAPTER 9
Kaye
Slurping is so disgusting. I’ve been listening to Sonya slurp her slushy for the last five minutes. I want to tell her to give it a rest. She won’t find a pot of gold or a rockstar at the bottom of the paper cup.
“So,” she asks, “what’s up with Striker? I tried talking to him, but he didn’t seem interested. I thought it was me, but he walked by all the girls, even the two guys there.”
I lean in, and she mirrors my movement, bringing her head closer to mine, hoping I’m about to divulge some hidden secret. “He’s probably tried.”
Sonya huffs like a spoiled child whose mother has given her a stern no. “He’s so handsome.”
“How can you tell? He wears a mask.”
Sonya smiles wistfully as her eyes dart to the window. “You can tell, you know? I mean, have you seen his fingers move on that guitar? A girl can’t help wondering what those fingers could do to her.”
I grit my teeth, annoyed at how she’s nonchalantly discussing fucking one of my best friends while she’s fucking Piper. An image of her in bed with Piper flashes into my mind, and my irritation spikes to downright anger. “Aren’t you with Piper?”
“Not really,” Sonya whispers. Her eyes widen, and she stares at me in fear. “Oh, my god. You can’t let her know I told you. That was the deal. I could stay on the tour as long as I pretended to be into her.” Sonya taps her chin before groaning and dropping her head into her hands. “She’s gonna kick me off the tour.”
“Why would she do that?”
Sonya lifts her head slightly. “She’s still Piper Pain. I’d gladly fuck her, but she only seems to want to fuck you.”
My throat goes dry. “What? How do you know?”
“The person she wanted me to lay it on thick for is you.”
“Y’all need anything else?” the server asks.
I point to her slushy. “Want another?” As annoying as her slurping is, I’ll deal with the nuisance to keep her talking.
Sonya shakes the empty cup. “Yes. Cherry, please.”
“What is Piper hoping will happen if you keep laying it on thick for me?”
Sonya shrugs. “I’m not sure. She told me to act extra clingy when you’re around.”
That’s it? That’s all the information she has for me? I bought her another drink, hoping to get more information, and now I’ll have to sit here listening to her slurp for thirty minutes.
I grab my phone and send a quick text to Marley.
Me: Call me in five minutes and go along with whatever I say.
Marley: Okay.
God bless Marley. That man is always reliable.
The server places Sonya’s slushy on the table, and Marley’s call comes through right on time.
“I’ve got to take this.”
Sonya nods.
“Hey, what’s up?” I ask.
“You told me to call, so I called,” Marley replies.
I stop myself from rolling my eyes.