This book is gay

Zeda

(Zeda)
I looked at Amaya as she hung up the phone,"Look, I know she's your cousin but...we can't keep doing this."
Ricky, my boyfriend, agreed,"If we keep cancelling cuz she can't make it, then we might as well just break up the band."
Amaya narrowed her eyes at him,"She has lots of responsibility and things going on in her life, just like us-"
"Yea but our responsibilities aren't as big as hers."
"Maybe yours aren't,"Amaya snapped as she grabbed her guitar,"But Faith really needs this band to let out her anger and frustration. Just like we do. With all the shit happening in her life," she looked at me,"do you really wanna take this away from her?"
"Well-" I was cut off.
Ricky stepped in,"Amaya, she needs to go. She's not helping the band in any way. She doesn't show to practice-nor does she bother to say she's not coming-she's late for gigs and doesn't even put any effort to help with anything. I say she goes."
"But this isn't your decision to make."
He challenged Amaya and got in her face,"I'm the manager. And I always have to step in for your little friend when she's not here."
"But it's Zeda's band!"
They both turned to me,"Zeda!"
I sat at the piano stool and thought. Ricky had a point. But so did Amaya. Faith has always had it rough and I'd hate to take this away from her. Plus she's always been so nice to me. And she was so excited when she joined.
"I think she should leave for a while, just so she can figure out her plans and how she can fit us into her busy schedule," I looked at Amaya,"But don't worry. She'll be the first person I'd call if we needed back up. I'm not taking her out, just giving her time to adjust."
Amaya sadly nodded and began to mess with her guitar,"Ill tell her later."
"What song you wanna work on?" Ricky asked, grabbing drum sticks.
"Well-"
Cut off again, Nick came busting through the door,"Sorry I'm late. Mom wouldn't let me leave until I cleaned my room."
"Shocked that you're 15 minutes late rather than 15 hours," I said grabbing a mic,"Your rooms a mess."
Amaya and Ricky laughed causing me to get a glare from Nick.
"Whatever," he sat at the drummers seat,"What song we doing?"
"Let's practice King for a Day."

(Pierce the Veil ft Kellin Quinn-King for a Day)
After practice:
"What was that shit earlier?" Ricky asked after everyone else left.
"What do you mean?" I picked up my music stand, which got knocked over during practice.
His eye twitched,"You defended Faith and didn't back me up!"
"It's not a big deal Ricky," I rolled my eyes,"I just put it in perspective."
He pinched my arm,"But I'm your boyfriend, you dumb bitch! You pick me over everyone, your friends, your family and even yourself!"
"Ricky stop, you're hurting me!"
He stopped pinching but then slammed me into the garage door,"That's how it feels when you don't defend me! This is how it feels when you're not on my side!"
He threw me into some of his dads old tools and a hammer almost hit my hand. I tried to run but he caught me and punched me in my eye.
"Ok Ricky stop!"
If only he did.