Jem…17

Chapter 17

*Summer…..

I am like beyond pissed off.

I mean how fucking could she?

I can’t believe that she wrote a song for this new chick. Okay like she’s hawt and stuff I mean kinda smoking really and waaaay too good for a cow like Rayne. But you just look at them and there’s like something there.

There shouldn’t be something there.

I mean like fuck.

I thought that she loved me, so if she really loved me you’d think she’d be missing me.

That she’d be upset and crying and stuff but no. I mean who the hell does she think she is first singing that Morisette shit about me and then she’s got to go around and sing this new shit? She’s got new shit?

I shake my head frowning as I watch her all sweaty from the lights hugging that hawt piece of snatch she’s got as a lead singer. Part of me is getting really hurt and angry…she’s dropped a lot of weight and she looks good…I hate that she looks this good.

She ain’t supposed to.

It’s gotta be that new girl.

Roxy’s jus too much a flake and stuff and has got too many mommy and daddy issues to be any good for anyone and Brookie…well she’s just a few bottles away from being a fucking alkie just like the rest of her family so…it’s got to be this new chick.

And I’m really not liking the fact they have fans?

There’s like a dozen or more people that b-lined and came right over to talk to this Jem chick and the girls. And then some of the crown and the manager of the place and I…I don’t get it?

Hey…uhm hello…hawt blonde chick here.

I watch them as this Jem chick is doing stuff with the stuff she set up and her phone while talking to this fucking really hawt guy and he’s helping them tear down even and they’re talking and checking each other out and stuff even though she’s on her phone texting and stuff then on this laptop then on the phone.

Muzz leans on me feeling me up which I try to ham up in front or Rayne and she does see us and she’s watching and everything and she looks like she’s gonna bawl getting all red and blotchy looking in that way that’s not her getting mad.

“God Muzz…I love the way you make me feel, warm…smooth…like velvet.”

That did it. I used to tell Rayne she made me feel like velvet.

Rayne’s just too much a loser and she takes off to the bathrooms in a sob with the girls and Jem following her. I look at Gary my drummer. “There’s a van outside likely parked near the back of her kinda a smoky grey piece of crap, you go do your thing.”

He grins and takes off. Hey when you’re playing clubs the other bands are like the fucking enemy.

I don’t fucking take prisoners.

I cover all of this by going up and bitching at the manager about their tip box thing which does have me pissed off that I never thought of that.

“Hey like WTF man?”

“Excuse me?” That Walker dude says.

“How the hell is it fair that you let these bitches play here in the first place when the full night should’ve been my show and now, now I see instead of the work for free they’re getting fucking tips?”

“That’s up to the people here to tip them or not. I didn’t have anything to do with that.”

“Well they’re stealing from your frigging wait staff that’s not fair and they’re going to be like stealing from you because those tips were like sales right.”

“Actually Starlight Butterfly brought people in tonight specifically just to hear them play Miss Simpson. They brought in extra business. But if you’re that unhappy with our arrangement I’m sure I can turn the spot you’re enjoying over to them.”

I fuckin hate this old preppy smarmy asshole. Guys like him’s why I’m so much more into chicks that guys.

“No…No…shit sorry. I just don’t like getting ambushed by my ex-fucking girlfriend. Y’know we split up because she was ripping off my songs and shit.”

“Oh…that I didn’t know. But I’ll take that into consideration.”

“Yeah do that why else would they play for free huh. C’mon Muzzie, Tara, Dee let’s book.”

He’s being a dick and this Jem chicks obviously got him like fucking snowed and yet hopefully I put like enough doubt in his head about them that he’ll think twice ‘bout giving Rayne and Jem the time of day and stuff.

We get our stuff and the hawt guy that was with Jem’s giving us the stink eye and we meet up with Gary waiting for us in the truck.

“You do it?”

He grins. “Oh yeah bitches are walking tonight.”

“Good, that fat cunt ex of mine needs to lose some more weight. Let get the fuck out of here and go party.”