Sessions by Rochelle Allison.pdf

Sessions by Rochelle Allison

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"Ugh. What is it with you and musicians?"

I wasn't even going to dignify that with a response.

"You're not even discerning. Drummers, pianists… singers…I bet you've even

done a DJ."

That was enough. "I don't do them, Rose. I date them. There's a difference."

"You don't have to go all the way to be a ho," she giggled, stepping away before

my boot made contact with her butt.

"You're this close," I warned, holding my fingers together, "to a beat-down. If you

don't want to go you don't have to. But I'm going."

"But it's always the same," she complained. "We sit around and listen to a bunch

of starting and stopping and guitar tuning and whatever. It's so… so… high

school."

"Like I said." I got to my feet, having had enough of Rose's negativity.

But in a way, I couldn't blame her. We had different types; she liked jocks while I

went for guys in bands, so she rarely found anyone she was attracted to when

she accompanied me to these little jam sessions.

Sure, she liked music. But I liked musicians.

"I'm coming, I'm coming – don't get your panties in a bunch," she huffed,

following me from the living room. "But if it's lame can we leave?"

"No. I love staying when it's lame."

"Bella…"

"Obviously, Rose. Obviously we can leave if it's lame, but I don't think it'll be.

Embry said they have a show tomorrow night – they're really just practicing…"

Rose nodded emphatically, waving toward the door. "Okay, let's go."

Embry's band practiced at a loft belonging to one of the other guys. Rose and I

parked outside on the curb and knocked on the door. Music bled through the

doors and windows, and from what I could hear, they weren't that bad. I glanced

at Rose.

"This could be okay," she said, smiling.

The door swung open. "'Sup?"

"Hi Seth, what's up? You remember Rose, right?"

Of course he did; Seth's eyes lit up when he saw Rose. I knew for a fact he'd had

a crush on her since Coachella when a bunch of us girls had gone and met up

with a bunch of his guys. In fact, that's where I'd met Embry, Seth and their

friends. It had been a month of hanging out and goofing off, and yeah…fooling

around with Embry. He was super cute, and really chill – totally my type. Rose

thought he was nice, but she also thought he was something of a slacker.

Whatever. I was seeing the guy, not getting married to him.

We followed Seth inside and up the stairs to where the boys were having their

rehearsing. Embry, the drummer, winked when he saw me, not missing a beat.

Rose and I found a couch and sat down.

"Want anything?" Seth whispered, nodding toward the fridge.

"Nah, I'm okay," I whispered back, looking at Rose. "You thirsty?"

She smiled sweetly at him, knowing full well he had a crush on her. "No, I'm fine.

Thanks, Seth."

So, the band was actually decent. In fact, no - they were good. Even Rose was

impressed. After a couple of songs they took a break and Embry came over to

me, grinning.

"Hey, you."

"Hi, Embry," I said, a little turned on by his the definition in his arms and how his

smooth, dark skin practically glowed with sweat.

He went to the fridge and grabbed a bottle of water, which he downed in seconds,

and then came back over, sitting beside me. Rose took that as her cue to get up.

"Where's the bathroom, Embry?"

"I'll show you," Seth offered.

They disappeared and I turned to Embry. "So, you guys sound amazing. I'm

actually impressed."

He shrugged. "Yeah, it's good, but it'll be better when Cullen gets here."

"Who's Cullen?"

"Lead guitar," he said, pulling me onto his lap for a kiss. Even sweaty, he was

pretty delicious.

Several kisses later I came back to reality when someone called for Embry to stop

sucking face and get to work. I wasn't easily embarrassed, but that was a little

mortifying. I squirmed, trying to get up, but Embry held me still.

"Don't you need to get back to it?" I asked, self conscious now when he kissed

my neck.

"They can wait," he mumbled.

And really, they probably could. Everyone was still milling around, drinking,

snacking, talking…doing a bunch of nothing.

But then I saw him. His eyes were so green they practically glowed.

He was sitting on another couch, a girl in his lap much the same way I was in

Embry's.

He was watching me, and now I was watching him, and when Embry licked my

collarbone this guy just smiled and cocked his head, like it was all too amusing.

My stomach coiled, heated, anxious. I was… aroused.

And not because of Embry.

Laughing a little uncomfortably, I pushed off of Embry and stood. "Go play."

"Yes ma'am," he teased, getting up. "I'll finish with you later."

Suddenly I was relieved I'd done nothing but kiss Embry. It made me feel like

less of a slut for noticing Green Eyes over there.

I looked over at him, but he was gone now. The girl who'd been on his lap was

rooting around the fridge.

Rose resumed her seat next to me. "We can stay a bit. They're actually really

good."

"They are," I agreed, now completely distracted.

"Oh, my. Who is that?" she asked suddenly, her voice lower, huskier.

I knew who she was talking about before I even looked. "I think his name is

Cullen."

"Well, he's hot."

I fiddled around with my phone, sending Alice an unnecessary text, anything to

keep my eyes off that makeshift stage.

Not only was Cullen gorgeous, he was a musician. He was probably talented; his

fingers were no doubt calloused and hardened by years of playing.

Ugh.

They started playing, a song they'd already played but it was nothing like it was

before… it was better. Feeling inexplicably guilty, I glanced at Cullen again, my

heart skipping in the anticipation of seeing his face.

He bit his lip, he closed his eyes in concentration. Then he opened them and

looked at me and didn't look away.

Sweeping my hair back into a ponytail, I checked the clock above the stove.

I had exactly seven minutes before Seth came to get me. Embry didn't have a

car, so he had to have his friends drive him around and pick me up as well. Not

the most appealing thing about him, but whatever.

It almost didn't matter though because lately I found myself thinking of him less

and of Cullen more. Awkward, for sure.

It was sort of unexpected that I was this fixated, especially since I hadn't even

seen him again after that one night in the loft. Apparently he had some crazy

work schedule or something; I wasn't sure. I couldn't exactly start questioning

everyone about him.

I was supposed to be obsessed with the drummer, not the guy on guitar.

Still, I showed up a few nights a week to watch rehearsal and even went to a

couple of gigs. Embry was dedicated to the craft and while he was always happy

to see me, he was usually busy playing. Which was fine with me, because I'd sort

of lost interest. Or rather, the sweet and easy going interest I'd had in him had

been bulldozed by an overwhelming, scorching attraction to his so-hot-it-hurt

band mate with the pretty green eyes.

And that's why I showed up night after night.

I know, I know. I'm an awful, conniving wench.

A horn honked outside. Slinging my messenger bag over my shoulder, I locked

up and stepped outside.

Seth drove a black 1970 Chevy Chevelle, a beautiful relic he'd salvaged and

restored, and I was sort of in love with it. He actually lived way closer to me than

Embry or the others, so I rode with him a lot and we'd actually gotten close. This

other kid they chilled with, Jasper, was sitting up front. He made like he was

going to get out so I could ride shotgun but I waved him off.

"It's cool, thanks Jasper," I assured him, patting his shoulder once I'd settled into

the back seat. It was nice and roomy and comfortable. "So, where are we going?"

"Embry went with some of the guys to to run a few errands, so he said to meet

them at the lighthouse," Seth said. "I was gonna swing by Cullen's for a second.

You don't mind, right?"

Thank you God.

"Oh that's fine," I said casually, my stomach fluttering.

We rode with the windows down, enjoying the late afternoon breeze. It had been

a particularly hot summer but tonight was mild and it felt good, the perfect

weather to hang out at the bluff where the old lighthouse stood.

Cullen lived in a sprawling two story house not too far from the beach. As we got

out of the car Seth explained that he lived with several roommates, all college

and grad students.

So maybe he was still in school too.

Jasper rapped loudly on the front door while I lingered behind him and Seth, a

little nervous now that we were actually here.

Cullen swung open the door. "What's up," he said, doing that one armed hug

thing to each of the guys, his eyes trained on me. "Hey." He grinned crookedly.

I smiled back reflexively, my stomach doing flip flops.

"I was just gonna smoke a bowl," he said as we followed him down the hall.

"Perfect timing," Jasper muttered, winking over his shoulder at me.

We filed into Cullen's not too clean, not too messy room. Jasper took an armchair

while Seth plopped onto the ground. I was about to join him down there when

Cullen spoke up. "You can have my bed."

I could imagine all sorts of scenarios where I'd love to hear him say that.

"Thanks. I'm Bella, by the way."

He fished a lighter out of his pocket and held the glass pipe to his lips. "So I've

heard."

He puff-puff-passed and exhaled slowly, regarding me through a cloud of smoke.

"I'm Edward, but they call me Cullen."

That was surprising; he didn't look like an Edward. The bowl made it to me and I

took a small hit before giving it to Seth. "So what should I call you?"

He smirked, teasing me. "Baby, you can call me whatever you like."

Jasper snorted, shaking his head. "Now there's the Cullen charm we all know and

love."

"More like the Cullen cheese," Seth said, laughing a bit.

Well, whatever it was, it worked because I was completely hooked.

By the time Embry and the others called us to come and meet them, it was early

evening.

I knew it was probably pointless, but I really wanted Cullen – I think I liked

Edward better, actually – to come along and hang out. Just being around him

made me that special sort of nervous and I loved it. He didn't seem to look at me

quite as much as I looked at him, but frankly I didn't even care.

"C'mon," Seth said to me, starting for the door.

Jasper nodded toward Edward. "You coming, man?"

He shrugged. "Yeah, why not." I heard him grab his keys as he walked out behind

us.

We went back out to Seth's car and I was pleasantly surprised when Edward

climbed in to the backseat next to me while Jasper put some music on up front.

I hadn't smoked too much, just enough to feel straight, and I let myself get lost

in the passing scenery outside, loving the way the colors in the sky deepened the

higher they went, a stray star here and there.

A song came on that I really liked, even though I'd never heard it before, and I

glanced at Edward, who was gazing out his window just as I'd been doing the

moment before. He was so incredibly good looking, even better up close, and I

imagined the band had groupies partly because of him. I mean, all of the guys

were easy on the eyes but this kid was damn near perfect.

Seth turned onto the winding mountain road that led to the lighthouse bluff. I'd

just turned my head to look back out the window when my pinkie touched

Edward's hand. Vaguely startled, I looked to where my hand was on the seat

between us and saw his hand right beside it.

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