If It's Easy.

CHAPTER IX

It was easy to feel Andre's eyes burning holes through my back. My conscious attempt at ignoring his band mates quiet laughs had become futile. It felt as if everyone but Andre was snickering at the way Prince acted. I didn't have time, or maybe I was too embarrassed to tell them to shut up.

"So are you going to ignore me, like I don't exist?" I asked walking behind him tapping his shoulder.

I hated this. Prince had done everything in his power to make me seem invisible. The entire time I'd sat through their rehearsal he didn't glance my way once. Of course the question of, What was I doing there, occurred to me more than a few times. At the time even I couldn't answer. All I knew was having him ignore me was driving me up the wall. After our heated phone conversation it'd taken me a week to feel confident enough to face him. A week, and he still acted like I pissed in his cereal.

He said nothing as he sat atop a paint bucket picking with his ivory colored guitar. It was my Christmas gift to him. He was making me so angry I thought about destroying it right there. I felt my myself shutter in sheer embarrassment. The entire band was in the basement with us, and he wouldn't even acknowledge me.

"Prince." Again, it was as if I didn't exist. Like I wasn't there. He didn't even bat an eye toward me. All I saw was the top of his head as I tried to look at him. The laughter behind me was becoming more noticeable while he ignored me.

"You could at least say something to her." Andre's voice said from across the quiet room.

Prince gave an uncaring smirk in his direction and furrowed his brows. His expression was plain as he mistakingly met my eye. Then, turned his attention back to his guitar.

"Don't act like you don't hear me." He said, getting louder. His voice was serious and cooler than usual. I turned to see that he was staring directly at us, more so at Prince, who still hadn't looked up. The band members amusement had seemed to subside with his words. Everyone but Morris, seemed to peer between the three of us. He was more so in his own world, as usual.

"This is between me and him." I said, waving him off.

"You put me in it."

I hadn't realized how I put him in my relationship. Andre's logic never failed to amaze me.

"Well now, I'm asking you to not to be in it." I said, shooting him a look of disapproval.

"Fine." He huffed, before he turned to start an impromptu conversation with the others.

"You shouldn't have come here." Prince's voice shocked me causing me to turn my attention from Andre to him. "I don't want to see you or talk to you."

"I'm so tired of your mouth, you act like I killed someone." I said, it was sad but I was just happy he'd spoke to me. "If you'd hear me out, I could tell you that, yes Stuart is my ex and no we're not having sex." I spoke low wanting only him to hear.

"Why was he at your house?"

"Because, we're still friends, I know I should've told you but I didn't know how-."

"Get the hell out of my face with that mess." He said as he looked up at me with disgust. "I'm tired of being lied to."

I probably shouldn't have done it. But in that moment of anger it seemed like the right thing to do. In times like that I just act off impulse and nothing else not even common sense. Impulse is what made me tell Andre.

"Andre!" I yelled, letting the anger that filled my being register on my expression. I stalked over to him on a mission to prove a point. Andre's expression was that of expectation for whatever I'd say. Before I opened my mouth I briefly turned to see Prince, who was frozen in silence.