Play The Part (Player Next Door Book 3)

70 | Auditioning for 1D

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Chapter 70: Auditioning for 1D

*Luke's POV*

What the fuck?

Genuine question.

I travelled four hours to New York City to find my watermelon head of a half-brother who left me to take the blame of his stupid party last night, while he's sitting on the floor with his guitar and songs and a hundred other boyband members.

Is this the blackmailer?

Not much of an opponent. Jake would be an easy one to crush.

"Are you here for the audition?" someone approached me.

I stared the guy down like he just asked me to walk headfirst into traffic.

I'd rather walk into traffic.

"You have a good look," the random stranger said, "You can bypass the line. I'm one of the talent scouts here, I can make sure you're seen by the label quickly."

I ignored the weird dude.

Is it Jake?

I stared at watermelon head on the floor, his mouth gaping wide open at the sight of me. He was equally surprised to see me.

"Luke?" he asked, gripping his guitar tightly in his left hand, "What are you doing here?"

Surprise, your biggest fan.

"Luke, is that your name?" the random stranger asked, pulling out a clipboard, "What's your surname?"

"Not interested," I brushed the clipboard out of my face and walked towards Jake.

The other NSync wannabes were sitting on the floor with him, almost all of them wearing black like it was their dress code.

Jake started to get up, but I reached him before he could, grabbing him by the scruff of his shirt and yanking him into the air, pressing his body against the wall.

The people around us got upset, getting out of our way while accusing me of being violent. The clipboard warrior was at it again, this time asking me to leave.

"Is it you?" I demanded Jake, getting way closer to him than I ever wanted.

His clothes from last night smelt faintly of smoke and beer.

I was trying to think. Trying to piece together everything that's happened to see if this made sense.

Jake.

Comes to town, we give him a home and in his first month starts blackmailing me?

"What are you doing, Luke?" Jake wriggled under me, using his one free arm to try to push me away, "Let me go."

His guitar banged into my right side as he clutched it in his left arm.

Tries to kiss my girlfriend and kills a cat outside her bedroom door?

I swear if I'm genetically related to this guy...

I laid it out plainly as I could, "Are you the fucking blackmailer, Jake?"

"Am I the what?" Jake stopped fighting me, "Are you smoking?"

Failed to get with my girlfriend so he started blackmailing us?

We knew it had to be someone close to us, someone who knew us well, had access to our homes, but...

The way Jake was reacting made me second guess.