All of You

Chapter 1

Jason

I throw my gym bag across the living room and slam the front door.

"Whoa!" I hear an exclamation.

I look forward. "What are you doing here?" I bite out.

"I live here," Cole, my bandmate and roommate, states.

"Doesn't seem like it lately," I mumble.

"Aw, you jealous, brother?"

"Fuck off. Not in the mood for your bullshit."

Cole takes a long, hard look at me and tilts his head. "What happened?" Gone is his mocking tone.

"Nothing."

"Suit yourself. I'm leaving for Bri's."

"See ya." Wouldn't wanna be ya. But I would want to be him. I thought I was on my way to having what he's found with Bri. What Cash and Olivia have. Hell, I'll even take Ryder and Jen's inappropriateness if it meant I had someone by my side. My friends all found their person, and I lost the woman I thought could be mine.

Maybe it's a good thing. With the tour having ended, it's probably for the best that I'm single again. Again. Was I ever not single? Not sure what I had could count as a relationship, except for me it was. I was fooled.

A man should have the balls to claim the woman he wants. Unless his balls were clipped and given to a cat to play with. And for what?

I sigh and stand by the glass doors leading to the patio. Staring at nothing in particular, my vision blurs until I'm watching a play by play of the last few months. I run my hand over my face and bearded jaw. I should shave. She loved my beard, and I need to erase her completely so I can be on top of my game to work on new music. No way am I going to be like Cash or Cole when their hearts were broken. Nah, I did enough talking to them about getting their shit together to fall down that same trap.

I move away from the living room and into the kitchen for a cold one. It's quiet in here. I got used to being crammed into a small space for months. Now I'm alone. Even though Cole has been spending more time with Bri outside of here, I had Christie to keep me company. Now I've got no one because all my friends have girlfriends and wives and I'm stuck at home with a pity party for one. It's not like I can go to Riot. That will only frustrate me more, seeing her there, probably flirting with other men as she serves them drinks.

I chug the beer and grab my guitar, playing the tunes of our newer songs. Music always takes me away. Although, at the moment, I hate the fact that I'm famous. I hate that I have the band's name tied to me.

What a bitch.

Fresh beer and guitar in hand, I get ready for a long fucking night.

"Fuck."

"Shhh..."

I shift around, wondering who the fuck is in my room. When the whispers become louder, I groan and peel my eyes open. What the...

I turn my head and realize I'm in the living room.

"What the fuck?" I croak and clear my throat.

"You woke him up."

I sit up and look to the left to see Bri and Cole in the kitchen. I scrub my face and look at the empty beer bottles on the coffee table. My guitar lies on the floor.

"What time is it?" I look around for my phone.

"It's early, Jason. Go back to sleep, we'll leave in a few," Bri says and looks at Cole with a stern expression. I chuckle.