Nineteen-year-old, Bea Somerton, knows exactly how she wants to live. Become a doctor, remain in remission from her childhood Leukaemia and have a happy, normal, life.
The last thing she expects is to meet rising star and troubled musician, Holden P...
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"How is it that you can suit being a brunette too? Life's unfair."
Somehow, I'd agreed to the party. Even if I'm sure to regret it later, Charlie's excitement almost makes tonight worth it.
I fix my newest wig in place, laughing at Charlie as she watches me in the mirror. "Have you spoken—"
"No," I groan. "I don't plan on it either. Not until I work out how to deal with Sophia."
"He deserves to know," Charlie whispers, perching on the edge of his bed.
"No, he doesn't," I counter. "You know why? Because then I'm afraid he'll feel that he has to tell the media himself. That it's better than giving Sophia that option. Do you know how unfair that is for him? He doesn't want it released at all."
"Don't you think that should be for him to decide?"
"Not when it puts him in a terrible position," I answer, turning to face her. "If he doesn't know, then he doesn't have to worry."
"If he doesn't know, then he doesn't understand why you left him in the middle of the night after you slept together for the first time," she retorts, raising an eyebrow. "Don't you think that's worse?"
"No, I don't," I snap, stalking over to my wardrobe, searching the hangers for something to wear. "I don't at all."
"You could have at least told him about what Anna had done to you," she grumbles, angry. "That bitch."
"Uh-oh, would do we hate now?" Jett raps his knuckles against my open door, shutting it behind him with a warm smile. "Love the hair colour on you."
I kiss his cheek as he walks by, falling beside Char. He ruffles her hair and she barely reacts, to fixated on being annoyed at my decisions.
"If I'd told him about Anna, then I would have had to explain how she had gotten to the press. That would have led down a rabbit hole that I'm trying to avoid."
I locate my plain black mini dress, throwing it towards Charlie to catch as I rifle through the bottom of the wardrobe for my small heels.
"Is he still calling?"
"No," I say, softly. Despite ignoring every call, a part of me was hurt when they stopped coming in late last night.
"I hate this," Charlie groans. "You finally worked your shit out and then bam! Only you would be the one to find a guy who has a psychotic ex-girlfriend."
"You sure do know how to pick em'," Jett jokes.
"More like Holden knows how to pick them," I grumble.
