Rock My Heart (Luminescent Juliet #4) Read Online Free PDF Page B

skill go.
“I wanted to ask about April…” I don’t give a shit what Riley or anyone else
thinks about my mental state. It’s fucked up. End of story. I’m just not
comfortable sharing that April is in group therapy. I don’t snitch on people to
the cops or their friends. That shit
was pounded in me at the age of
thirteen during a two-month stint in juvie. Got caught stealing tennis shoes—my
second shop lifting offence—that I truly needed. I also learned how information
could prove to be the scale tipper while in juvie, and I need information on
April. Usually I don’t care enough to play games, yet I’ll do just about
anything at this point to get rid of her.
    Riley’s face constricts in confusion. “April
Tanner?”
    “Um, yeah, she’s your and Romeo’s friend, right?”
    “You’re interested in April? I thought you were
dating…that one blonde girl,” she finally says, obviously not able to recall
the name of my last girlfriend.
    “Ah, Kristy and I haven’t really connected since I
got back from tour.” I don’t have time for clingy Kristy’s drama between all my
probation demands, working at the garage, and writing a new album.
    Riley’s eyes grow huge. “So you want to ask April
out?”
    A harsh laugh escapes me. “Ah, no,” I say, thinking
people like April don’t date people like me, or vice versa. I’m on the other
side of several tracks from her. I’m on the real side of life. She’s on the
lucky side, with her nose stuck in the air so far I’m surprised it doesn’t have
wings. Sometimes her side slums on my side for some adventure, but that shit never lasts.
      “I just
want…” Her to quit group and never touch
me again . I’ve been trying to quit or get myself moved into another group
for the last three days. My probation officer refused to move me. Since he’d
already spent a huge amount of time finding me the “right” group due to my new
semi-fame—his words not mine—he determined that I was trying to get out of any group therapy. But people rarely
recognize me, unless I’m with the band. Usually, I’m low key or working at my
job at the garage. Yet, even though I told him this, he refused to change my
group.
    Riley’s expectant and confused stare has me looking
at the drum notation and mumbling, “I might be a little interested in her.” I
internally punch myself in the face. I hate lying, but nothing else to do. I
plaster a forlorn look on my face and meet Riley’s wide smile. “So what is she
like?”
    “Well…” Riley tucks her phone in pocket. “She can
seem a bit standoffish. Justin used to refer to her as the ice queen. She’s
just very private and usually quiet. Kind of like you…” My brows rise in
unbelief. Yet she just draws a knee up and wraps her hands around it. “Anyway,
when Romeo and I were going through some problems, she pulled me aside and
bitched me out. So she’s not shy or anything, but she doesn’t date much,” Riley
says with a frown, slouching in thought before perking up. “She’ll be at the
get together Friday. Youcould try
talking to her there.”
    I nod like that’s the best idea ever. “Anything else
I should know about her?”
    “Well, I’m not going to tell you anything super
personal. I can only tell you she’s very driven. She’s going to college to be a
counselor. She’ll be graduating this year, a semester early. College takes up
most of her life, which is probably why she doesn’t date much…”
    Counselor? Maybe that’s why she’s in group, part of
her education, which makes her being there worse. Like I’m a caged animal to be poked and prodded and dissected.
    The fucking cherry on top of this mess is that I
want therapy to help me. I never buy into hope, but when we got offers from
several labels, a different future than the shit I always anticipated flashed
in my imagination. Now I need therapy
to help me. Yet I’m beyond uncomfortable bearing all my shit to some chick I
see from time to