Catching Feelings

13

The next day, after everything being completely ruined by a flat tire, (why Kenny felt the need to involve me I'll never know), I'm on my way back to the bus with Scooter after a long day of press and meetings.
When we pull up I see it right away, "Oh shit..." I give Scooter a punch in the arm "Look at that...is that not the sickest bike you've ever seen?" I ask pointing to my Ducati which I had brought in and is now waiting for me even though I hadn't actually expected it for another day.
"Yeah Justin, sickest bike I've ever seen..." he agrees with a roll of his eyes "Just don't get yourself killed on it."
I prop my foot up on the dash "And look at that...I match my girl." I point out my red high tops that are the exact same color as the rims.
"Get your foot off the dash Kid." He sighs.
"Relax Scoot...it's a rental." I remind him without bothering to look back as I step from the car.
Fredo's coming out the door of the bus "Check her out bro... fucking beautiful!" I run my hand over the seat "I missed her..."
He laughs "Her? I told Kenny you were gonna flip out when they dropped it off early."
I nod and yell at the closed bus door "Hey B...get your ass out here!" before asking "Is she in there?" though it should've been the other way around.
"Yeah she's in there..." He confirms pretending like he's going to climb on the bike.
I give him a light shove "Get the fuck outta here with that...nobody rides this but me. You know the rules."
Looking up, I find Bobbi descending down off of the bus shaking her head and smiling "Play nice Justin..."
"No thanks." I wink. "Hey, go get your jacket, let's go for a ride."
She backs away a bit and holds up her hands "No way..."
"What?" I wave her off "Come on...go get a jacket."
"I don't even have a helmet Justin." She points out.
I grab one of the two that are waiting beside the motorcycle and hold it out to her "Yes you do. I made sure they brought two."
She eyes the helmet "Why?"
"Ummm..." I begin like it's a stupid question "So I could take you for a ride. What kind of a question is that B?
"Alright..." she gives in faster than I would've have expected her to. "Give me a minute."
She heads back inside the bus with me close following close behind and yanks her jacket off the back of a chair. "Okay...ready."
"Hang on ..." I say, tugging her pony tail as I pass by.
When I return from the back her eyes travel slowly down my body and then back up again "What's this?" she, asks indicating my black leather jacket and finger-less gloves.
I shrug with a small half smile "Gotta look the part."
Twenty minutes later we're flying down the freeway. Her arms are wrapped tightly around my waist, while her hands rest in my lap, squeezing me gently now and then with a slow upwards motion.
She goes a little faster and then tugs at my zipper, as though she's going to do it...out in the open or not, then retreats, and continues on working her hands over me with increasing pressure and speed. When I can't handle it anymore, I exit the freeway and then immediately reenter through the on ramp, gunning the throttle much harder than I should, speeding back in the direction of the bus with my pulse pounding in my ears so loud it drowns out the sounds of the freeway that surround us.
I cut the engine the second we're close enough to the bus to at least carry the illusion of it being an acceptable parking place. She jumps off immediately, making it clear she can't get inside fast enough either.
I swing my leg over the seat and grab her hand, leading her inside. We've no sooner reached the door when Fredo opens it, heading out with Kenny following behind.
"You guys leaving?" I ask as if it's just a casual question.
Fredo's eyes are cast downward as he passes us in a hurry "Yeah, we're going out for a few hours...gonna blow off some steam."
His voice sounds strange but I let it go, the last thing on my mind right now is their big plans, I'm just happy to have her to myself.
But when we enter, I quickly learn why they were in such a rush to get the hell out of here.
A huge smile jumps to Bobbi's lips "Jake! What are you doing here? Oh my god!"
He springs to his feet and pulls her into a hug. I want to rip him off of her, but fight the urge by balling my fists at my sides. This fucking guy. "I missed you! Surprised?"
"So surprised!" she nods eagerly...but wait, I see something else too, it's written all over her face. Is she uncomfortable strictly because of me, or because she doesn't want him here either?
I toss my cell and keys down on the table and size him up with unmasked detest "Actually Jake, we're kind of busy here. Plans together...you know how that goes. Why don't you come back some other time?"
He looks shocked and more than a little annoyed but doesn't respond.
"Don't be rude Justin..." Bobbi says quietly.
My head whips in her direction, is she even serious right now "Don't be rude?" I hiss through my teeth. "Oh I'm sorry, was I being rude? I'll just be in my room thinking up all the things I can do to work on my rude attitude..."
I stomp down the hall, yelling out "Hey Bobbi, why don't you do your fucking job for once and set me up with some etiquette classes!" while I slam the door to my room.
***
Jake looks at me just as stunned as I look at him. "I'm really sorry Jake...He can be..."
He quickly cuts me off "A bratty dick maybe?"
I shake my head "No...He just gets moody sometimes, being in his position is a big responsibility and..."
"Yea yea yea Bobbi, I get it."
He's not happy but I can't say as I blame him and I'm really not sure how to handle this situation. He pulls me into another hug before I even have time to think and seconds later his lips are on mine but it's quickly cut short by the sound of a door slamming.
I look around and see nothing but I suspect that Justin must have been watching us. I literally feel sick to my stomach. "So what do you say we get outta here? I'm starving..." I don't know what else to do or say so I figure it's best if I just get him off the bus.
"Yea babe, that sounds good to me...I only have a few hours though before I have to take off again." He says sadly, at one point I would have been bummed out but I'm actually relieved that he won't be around for very long.
"What time are you heading out? Justin has a show tonight."
He pulls me back into his arms "I'll be gone before then...I'm sorry." He says kissing me on the cheek.
"Let me go grab my purse and change really quick and then we can go."
"Sounds good babe...wear something nice though and I'll be waiting outside."
I give him a quick kiss and head to the back. I change my clothes and let my hair down...shit I think to myself...my purse is on the floor in Justin's bedroom. This isn't going to go over very well. I tap on his bedroom door and am met with silence so I tap again. "What?" he snaps.
"I need my purse Justin..." I wait for a moment and he flings the door open, tosses it out, not saying a word and slams the door shut in my face. "Justin I'm really sorry...I..." but it's useless, he refuses to answer me and I don't know what else to say. I really wish I knew what to do here. Why did I let all this happen? I grab my purse off the floor and head out...I really need to put some space between Jake and I especially with how I feel about Justin...this isn't fair to anyone.
Hours later I'm rushing to make my way backstage, the show is almost over and I haven't had a chance to change. I look ridiculous back here in my pearls, blouse and pencil skirt and I feel it's only going to add fuel to the fire but I want to be here when he comes off stage. Fredo eyes me "Well don't you look fancy!" He says with a laugh.
"Shut up..." I laugh and roll my eyes. "What kind of mood is he in?" He knows who I'm talking about and just shakes his head. He doesn't have to tell me, I already knew anyway.
When he comes off stage I try to tell him it was a great show but he walks right passed me as if I'm not even there. What the fuck? I think to myself.. this isn't my fault..I couldn't just say hey Jake see ya later I wanna go fuck Justin, doesn't he get that..things just don't work that way. I find myself more irritated now than guilt ridden.
An hour later everyone is back on the bus by the time I finish up everything I had to do and I find that I'm absolutely dreading stepping on that bus.