Perfect For Me: Road To Whatever (Perfect for Me #1)(4)

I am going to kick his ass. This band is way too important for him to be trying to play games to get in some chick’s pants. I look at Kitty to see her trying not to look Crush in the eyes as she murmured a small “hi”.

If I didn’t like Crush’s reaction to her, I sure don’t like hers to him. My brother looks just like me, just a few inches taller, with a more slender body but still with sculpted muscles. His brown hair is a lot longer and curly. I give him a good teasing about that mop top but the girls have no trouble running their fingers through it. I notice the way his grey eyes twinkle with mischief when Kitty avoids looking at him.

“You two know each other?” I ask as I look between the two of them. There is clearly something going on between them.

Kitty lets out a scoff before regaining her control and nodding.

“I believe I would be the one that gave her that name and I would also be the one that taught her to play the drums and the guitar,” Crush smiles.

“If I remember right you named me Kitten. Mandy started the whole Kitty thing,” she bites out. Yeah there is something going on with these two that I will have to figure out. I mean for the band if nothing else.

“Hey, let’s get you a drink,” Mandy chimes.

Kitty nods her head and I watch them walk off. Once they make their way through the crowd that is starting to pack in I turn to my brother and narrow my eyes. He looks at me and laughs, shaking his head like he needs to clear it.

“Bro, I thought you were asking me to let some gangly pale chick audition. That girl is not gangly, not pale and not what I expected at all. What the f*ck? If you are doing this to get your dick in that girl I am going to kill you,” I growl.

“Rage, relax, Kitty is awesome. Not only can she sing but she can hit the drums harder than any chick I have ever met and she is almost as fast as I am. She sure has you beat on the guitar. Give her a chance and as for her pants,” he wiggles his brows at me. “I would love to but I love her too much to try.”

“What the hell is that supposed to mean?” I grunt. “You love her too much… and I’d like to hear the girl that can out play me.”

“Dude, I told you to let her play tonight you said not this time,” Crush laughs. “And yeah, I love her too much. Kitty is special; she is also Mandy’s best friend. I’d never get away with bagging her and walking away. Mandy would have my balls.”

“Whatever,” I mutter.

“Whatever yourself Rage, I saw that look on your face,” Crush smiles.

“I think we should all agree now that we’ll stay away from whatever girl we do pick. We don’t need the drama,” Mitch rasps.

“Agreed,” Sleep nods then looks back toward the bar where the girls have disappeared. He turns back with a pained look. “But damn I will enjoy the view tonight.”



B

“You told Rage nothing about me did you?” I ask Mandy and narrow my eyes at her. Her brother didn’t look to happy about me being here. From what Mandy said he is anxious to find a girl for the group so this has to be about me.

“I told him the things that are important,” Mandy pouts. “They need something hot, new and cutting edge. That’s you.”

“Yeah, but I am a lot to take on Mandy. He should have had time to think about that,” I sigh.

“He will have plenty of time,” Mandy chirps.

“You are impossible,” I laugh as I take a pull from my beer. Linc had gotten great fake IDs for Mandy and me for my nineteenth birthday. I don’t put it to that much use but tonight I want to push down some of these nerves. Especially since I am not too sure Rage is happy to see me.

I am sure he was not looking for a five foot three black girl to walk into this bar tonight ready to sing with his rock band. Little did Rage know I spent most my time with Chris, Linc and Mandy listening to rock and learning to play. I listen to all types of music and compose songs in different genres. Well that was before, before my world came to a crashing end. Nolan, being older than us, was never really around when I would go to their house to hang out.

Not to mention everyone used to hang out in my basement, where my daddy had set up a studio, more than anywhere else. My house was always the hangout spot since my parents traveled so much and we could do just about whatever. Not that we got into anything crazy. The craziest thing I’ve ever really done was let Mandy and Chris throw a couple of parties that lasted for a whole weekend.

Then there were the two years Mandy and I stopped speaking. Not that Mandy did anything wrong. I pretty much stopped talking to everyone except for Linc after my parents died. Linc was my rock. I cried on his shoulder for months. I don’t know if I would have made it through if it were not for him.

Linc is my best friend. I’d do just about anything for him and I know he would for me. I didn’t get to shut him out because he was my next door neighbor and we were just tight like that. We grew up together. My parents were like his parents too in some ways. We both met Mandy in sixth grade and she just fit in. I used to think she had a thing for Linc but that never panned out.

I know if Linc was here tonight I wouldn’t be half this nervous but he had to work a night shift for his brother’s club, which makes me groan inside. I do not want him with some skank on my ride. I’ll kill him if he lets some tramp scratch my paint.

“Hey,” Mandy calls me back to the now as she hands me a martini that matches my hair and wraps her arm around mine. “Don’t worry about Rage. You have bigger things to worry about.”