The Summer at Lake Minnetonka (Completed)

VI

May 19th, 1983.

Thursday

It took all the strength in me to ignore Sam as well as Prince ever since what happened last month. I was angry at Prince more than anyone else. Here he has me thinking that he likes me then he goes and messes around with Sam. And he hasn't stopped either (so it seems) so that automatically pisses me off. I have no idea what I even did for him to just move on from me like I was yesterday's leftovers.

This, of course, brought strain in some of our performances between the two of us. There'd be times onstage where I intentionally make her miss a cue, or trip her just for my own satisfaction. I'd insincerely apologize for it but then continue to do it.

India and Poppy also seemed to be at odds with Sam, mostly because of me. I didn't tell them to be mad at her, they chose to be on their own accords and I wasn't going to stop them.

I'd pass Prince after we'd come offstage, not even giving so much as a polite nod in his direction every time. He did mostly the same to me until today, that is.

It was one of our off days from rehearsal, which I gladly spent at the music store where I worked. I liked being around music a lot so it was the best place to kill time.

"Sapphire, isn't today your day off? What are you doing here?" Jonah, my boss, questioned me as I finished helping a customer. He was pretty chill most of the time so I know it didn't actually bother him to have an extra hand around the store. I spent a good amount of the time in the store messing with the records before deciding I had enough of bothering Jonah and my co-workers.

I leave with a few records (which I bought), heading to my car. I turn the key in the ignition and find that it won't start. After a few minutes of furiously turning the key in the ignition and praying for it to start, I hop out and lean against my door. Naturally, I should've immediately checked the engine but I was too annoyed at it not starting to check.

"Looks like you're stuck," I hear the familiar voice and the sound of an engine near me. Looking up, I find Prince on his bike. And may I add, he looks absolutely delicious but I won't tell him that. Being around him sometimes made me forget I was and am still mad at him. He parks his bike in front of my car, heading straight for the hood.

"Pop the hood, I'll take a look."

I do like he says, popping the hood for him. He takes a look inside the engine to see if there are any major problems. I stand next to him, waiting for him to tell me what's wrong. He doesn't, instead he moves near a certain part of it and connects something and closes the hood.

"So what was the problem?"

"Something disconnected itself from the engine bay, the car should turn on now."

"Thanks." I brush past him to reach my car, but he speaks up again.

"You know, Sapphire, you really should apologize to me."

"Excuse me?"

"Apologize to me."

"What for?"

"I've waiting for a month for you to come around and treat me like a human being. And don't try to give me a bullshit apology either with that little cute face you try to give Billy or your band mates. Instead you've decided to be a horse's ass about everything."

"I've been a horse's ass?" I raise my eyebrows at his accusation, putting my hands on my hips as I look back at him. You've got to be kidding me, he wants me to apologize to him? If anything, he should be the one apologizing to me.