Bad for You

By: Candy J. Starr



Then he leaned forward, grabbing the bottle again. He really did drink a lot. I wouldn’t judge him though. Maybe there was a reason for it. Maybe he didn’t normally drink like that.

My heart lurched when a strange woman entered the room. She was everything I wasn’t. Tall and sleek, like a greyhound, wearing skimpy little shorts. The whole outfit left nothing to the imagination but her boobs surely weren’t real. I wore my trusty old jeans and a band t-shirt. Not even a cute, fitted shirt but a men’s one that was a few sizes too big. I had my hair scraped back into a ponytail and the makeup that I’d put on would’ve sweated off my face long ago.

I’d dressed to be part of the crowd. I wanted to be comfortable and have a good time, with no intention of getting backstage to seduce rock stars. This chick though, her intentions were all about seduction. She plonked herself down on Devon’s knee and began sucking his face. It was heartbreaking to watch. All my fantasies and daydreams shattered as I realised that I’d never be that girl. This was as close to Devon as I’d ever get, closer than I ever thought realistic but still a million miles from what I wanted.

Without me saying a word, Meadow rubbed my arm.

“Wanna get out of here?” she said. “These rockers are getting boring and they are nearly out of booze.”

I nodded. Things were going to get much more heated with that chick on Devon’s knee and I didn’t want to be sitting around watching it. I’d rather go home and nurse my injured pride.

I got up and dusted myself off.

“We should say goodbye,” I said. “It’s only polite.”

“Are you sure you want to interrupt that?”

I didn’t and I didn’t want to linger where I wasn’t wanted. I’d say a quick goodbye, then leave. The Devon that I’d seen tonight did not match the Devon in my mind and I needed to rearrange the pieces of my dream. There was no insta-love, no being whisked away. I was still ordinary me and he was still rock star him.

I don’t know why people deserve more in this world because they are born better-looking. It’s just a freak of genetics, but that’s the way the world worked and nothing would ever change that.

As I got closer to Devon, I could see how unfocused his eyes were. He’d drunk a helluva lot. He held onto the girl’s waist but it seemed more to steady himself than with any lust.

I cleared my throat, trying to get his attention. The three other guys around him looked up, and that made me super self-conscious.

“Thanks for the party,” I said. That came out wrong. I should’ve said thanks for inviting us or something. I wasn’t good at this.

He introduced us to his friends, getting our names wrong. I wasn’t sure if that was on purpose, being nasty, or not. Surely not. He was drunk and had forgotten. I corrected him without thinking. After all, it didn’t matter. It’s not like we’d ever meet again. The sparkling promise of the night no longer glittered.

He went to stand up, moving the girl off his knee, and stumbled. He grabbed my arm. I wanted to reach for him but the girl already looked at me with mocking in her eyes. I just needed to escape.

Then he mentioned the pissing. Hell, why did he do that? He should’ve been embarrassed by that, not me. I hadn’t asked to see him piss. Faces turned to us. God, I hoped people didn’t think I’d been the one pissing.

A guy moved in closer and I tried to leave but Devon’s hand was still on my arm. I thought he stumbled when I moved but he was too fast. My mind didn’t compute until I saw the guy fall to the ground. Even in his drunken state, that was a mighty solid punch from Devon.

People swarmed around. Someone grabbed Devon. The whole atmosphere turned from fun to serious. People backed away.

“Let’s get going,” Meadow said. “I don’t want to be involved in this.”

At first, I’d thought the punch was part of the backstage antics. Guys do that kind of thing. But the guy on the ground didn’t move. Blood covered his face. A few of the staff gathered around him and others escorted Devon from the room. Devon shouted something as he left but it wasn’t coherent. Within minutes, the party fell apart.

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