She's With The Band

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Hey guys!
This conversation is going to seem a little confusing because you won't know and understand what they're talking about... but you will later on in the book.

I'm sorry if it's too confusing but as I update you'll get more of an idea😭

Anyways hope you guys like it :))

Nate's Point of View:

"Nobu?" Dean asked for confirmation, while looking down at his phone.

"Yep." Brendan said leaning back with his arm stretched across the seat behind Jackson's head.

I was sitting across from Brendan, and Dean was on the left of me. Jackson sat next to Brendan and across from Dean.

"I'm so sick of this and it hasn't even begun." Jackson said as Brendan nodded his head in agreement.

Yeah, this absolutely fucking sucks. I don't even know why we agreed to this, I also wasn't on the phone with Brad. I was passed out drunk, so I didn't even get to hear what he had to say. I played with the rings on my fingers out of anxiousness. It's a bad habit and it's something I do when I'm nervous or uncomfortable. It's a great distraction, and it's exactly what I need right now. Right now, when my stomach is twisting and turning. I don't wanna be here at all. I don't feel like seeing them whatsoever.

"Why are we even meeting with them?" I asked, looking up while I just played with my rings.

"Just to hear what they have to say. It's a public space so it's not like anything's going to happen or whatever." Jackson said before adding "If that's what you're worried about."

"I'm not worried." I lied as he cocked a brow. I swallowed and stopped sliding the rings on and off my fingers.

"I just- what could they even have to say?" I asked, shaking my head at the guys.

"I don't fucking know." Dean said throwing his head back against the seats.

"Maybe it's something to do with Alessandro and Giovanni." Brendan suggested as I bit on my bottom lip hardly.

"Are we eating there?" Jackson asked randomly, nudging Brendan in the side.

Brendan blinked and it looked like wheels were turning in his head.

"No, I mean I don't know." Brendan shrugged. "It's not really up to me right?" he said shaking his head slowly.

"Yeah I just didn't know if this was going to be like a quick thing or-"

"You were the one on the phone with him!" Brendan laughed before his expression went serious.

"But, I think it'd be smart if we got out of there quick." he continued, glancing at each of us.

You know what's going to suck, the media. If we get papped with Devils Spawn in this very popular restaurant in New York City, which we most likely will, the media is going to make a massive deal over it. The paparazzi are so fucking annoying in general, and being papped with Devils Spawn is just going to stir up so much bullshit on the internet.

There will numerous headlines about our "friendship" with Devils Spawn, and how it's so great to see us all getting along. When in actuality, Brendan is going to be restraining me from sticking a knife on the table into one of their members necks.

"Why're you so quiet?" Jackson asked nodding his head at me with his same cocky smile.

"I'm not. I'm just tired." I lied.

I leaned forwards and rested my elbows on my knees. I cupped my face with my hands and ran my fingers through my hair while staring at the limousine floor. I want to get out of here SO badly. It's like the other day at my dad's house, I'd rather be ANYWHERE else.