"I am so fucking tired of this shit! How many times are we going to have this same argument?" he screamed at her .
"Oh, I don't know," Katie yelled back, punching him in the arm. "Maybe however many times it takes before I believe you!"
"Well, if you don't believe me now, then you are never going to believe me once we get on the road!"
"Oh you're not going 'on the road,' Noah," she shot back sarcastically. "Grow up! Your little band's not going anywhere!"
He couldn't believe the words coming out of her mouth. Were these her true feelings? He felt like she'd kicked him in the gut. Yet again. "Oh, I get it. So, not only don't you believe that I was faithful while you were gone last week, but you just don't believe in me at all! Is that it?" He didn't wait to hear her answer. The look on her face told him all he needed to know. "You know what, Katie? Doesn't matter. We're done!"
He turned on his heel and marched out her door, vowing to himself that it was over and that he didn't need her. Hell, he was better off without her. The guys were always telling him that, and now he was beginning to think they were right. The very last thing he needed was to waste his time on some bitch who didn't believe in him or his dreams. Angrily, he climbed into his old beat-up dinosaur of a van and took off into the night, heading straight for The Hut .
The Hut was one of their regular gigs on account of the fact that it had a large enough room on the back where the owner allowed them to rehearse for free. And on account of the fact that the owner also happened to be Buzzy's uncle. It was your typical hole-in-the-wall type of place. It was dark and unsavory, and the smell of cheap beer and stale cigarettes hung in the air as thick as the smoke. The patrons were usually a mixed bag of bikers, dopers and hard-working middle-class stiffs looking to blow off some steam at the end of a long week. Then there were the chicks .
A lot of them were attached in some way or another to the men in the place. But, as Noah walked through the crowded bar, he knew instantly from their excited glances that many of them were here for one reason, and one reason only. To be near Jagged Ivory. Noah smirked bitterly to himself as he neared the back of the bar where his bandmates were already setting up on the small stage. Katie was always accusing him of screwing around with other girls, and this is why. Because there was always an ample supply of pussy being offered up to him and everyone else in the band. But, just like the coke that always seemed to be in endless supply as well, just because it was being offered didn't mean he had to partake in it. That was the part that Katie just didn't get. That part she refused to see .
Well, screw her. He was going to get punished for the crime whether he did the deed or not, so tonight he would! He was determined. After their set was over, he would find the hottest chick in the bar, take her back to his place, and fuck her senseless!
"It's about damn time! Where the hell have you been?" Otis glared at him. "We go on in less than ten minutes!"
Noah ignored his harsh words and his questions as he went about setting up his gear. He was already way too pissed off to enter into a verbal sparring match with his brother. With the mood he was in right now, that could only end one way: badly. Very badly .
"Did you hear me?" Otis insisted, refusing to be ignored .
"Yeah. I heard you," Noah answered with a growl, firing a warning shot at his brother with his eyes. "Now back off!"
Taken aback by his little brother's attitude, Otis simply stared at him for a moment, glancing around questioningly at their other bandmates. "What crawled up your ass?"
"Don't worry about it," Noah snapped back. "We doing t