Cross_Courting Chaos #1 by Heather Young-Nichols

Author:Heather Young-Nichols [Young-Nichols, Heather]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Published: 2018-06-04T16:00:00+00:00

Chapter Seventeen

Indie

I woke up alone on my bus in the morning after an awesome show last night. For the first time since I’d joined the tour, I’d spent more time actually watching the show than taking pictures, but I’d snuck out before the after-show shenanigans had begun. Though I had caught a glimpse of Cross searching for something on my way out. I’d stayed in the arena to see Kissing Cinder, then left halfway through their last song to avoid the rush. But if I was being honest, I kind of hoped Cross would be around.

He wasn’t. Or at least I hadn’t seen him but today was a new day, new city.

Instead, I spent a couple of hours going through the pictures I’d taken. I did that as often as I could, shooting for every other day so the image count didn’t become ridiculous. With the portable photo printer, I could make copies of the best ones. It wasn’t quite as good as actually developing my own photos, but digital was just overall easier.

But this was a new day and I wanted to work the settings on my camera and maybe get some picture time in. I got dressed in some comfortable shorts and a T-shirt, then stepped off my bus into the morning light.

I changed some settings, then snapped some pictures. It didn’t matter of what. Just a few test shots to see sit if everything was working correctly. Those looked like shit, so I made a few more changes, then pointed my camera to the left and hit the shutter release button and checked the pictures again. They looked good but I still snapped a few more in the other direction just to make sure. As I turned, I saw three very young looking girls coming off Eric and Dixon’s bus.

Gross.

Then Eric stepped off after them with a far-too-satisfied smirk on his face.

Even grosser.

Then he looked up and saw me with my camera lifted halfway to my face, where it’d become frozen after taking those last pictures. Eric glared at me, his jaw tense, and severe dislike, if not hate, in his eyes.

I sighed. No way did I think he’d understand that I hadn’t meant to take pictures of him and his… medics. His jaw clenched so hard, I thought he might crack his molars as he took the steps down his bus.

Shit. I knew he was coming right for me.

He didn’t get two steps when my dad stepped in, blocking my view of Eric.

“Is now the time to talk?” he asked.

“I didn’t realize you knew the day started this early,” I said back.

Dad chuckled and said, “I occasionally get up before noon.”

“Or have you not been to bed yet?”

Dad smiled but pointed to the bus. I stepped in front of him and he shut the door behind us. This conversation may not have been part of my morning plans, but I couldn’t deny that I was more than happy not to have another run-in with Eric Drinkswine.

“So, Cross?” Dad said after sitting at the little table.

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