Chapter Three
Tristan
I woke up to banging pots and pans and opening and closing drawers and cabinets. Damn! A guy can’t get any fucking sleep. I rolled over and almost fell off Elly’s couch. She really made me sleep there. I thought for sure she’d be as happy as I was that we could sleep together and fuck every night if we wanted to—and for the record, I wanted to. I think she was just trying to prove a point or some stupid female shit though, so I didn’t argue with her.
I opened one eye and looked at the clock. It was almost noon. I couldn’t really complain about the noise. I had to be at the studio in a couple of hours, anyways. I got up and stretched just in time to see Susie, the roommate walk out of the kitchen. Her eyes got really wide and she was looking right at my crotch as she said,
“Damn! You should buy some pajama’s dude.”
I looked down at my boxers to see if I was hanging out. I wasn’t, but I did have some wood going on.
“It’s just a dick,” I told her with a laugh. I wasn’t shy about it. “I’m sure you’ve seen plenty of them.”
“What’s going on?” Elly asked, sticking her head out of her room. “Is there a problem?”
“Yeah, there’s a problem. Your boyfriend’s dick is the problem,” Susie told her. Chick still hadn’t taken her eyes off of it. If it offended her so badly, you think she’d turn her head.
Elly looked at my tent and laughed. That shrunk it a little. Then she said, “He’s not my boyfriend.”
“Okay, fuck buddy or whatever you kids are calling it these days. Just take him in the bedroom and fix it! Quietly though, I don’t want to hear any grunting or moaning.”
Okay, now it had started to get a little awkward. I was shrinking more by the second. “Um, if we’re finished talking about my dick, is it okay if I use the shower?”
“Take a cold one,” Susie said.
Elly shushed her, but still laughing and said, “Of course you can use the shower. There are clean towels in the cabinet under the sink.”
“Thanks,” I told her. Susie started to say something else and Elly shushed her again, this time with a look. I laughed it off and went to take my shower. I wasn’t going to take a cold one either. If Elly wasn’t interested, I’d do just fine taking care of it myself in her shower. I tried giving her a come-hither look on my way by, but she just rolled her eyes. It looked like it would just be my hand and me.
After my shower and my relief, I headed down to the studio. It felt so good to just leave and not have to sign out and check in with ten people first. I also wouldn’t have to pee in a plastic cup when I got back. Freedom was sweet. I parked my bike and grabbed my guitar and slung it over my shoulder. I was on my way down the hall to the band room when that little shit producer Tony stuck his head out of an office and said, “Hey Tristan, I need to talk to you.”
Fuck! “Yeah, sure.” I followed the little prick into his office and we sat down. “What’s up?”
“We had to let our intern go…Elly, the one that sang with you.”
Asshole acted like maybe I didn’t know her name. I sang with her and then I fucking kissed her. They fired her for having a “relationship” with me. All that and I was too shallow or stupid to even know her name. This guy really needed a beat down.
“Why?” I asked, more to see what he would say than anything else.
“Because the staff is warned when they get hired against having personal relationships with contestants. We can’t have that. It looks bad. She knew the rules and she blatantly defied them.”
Pompous ass. “So are you letting me go too?” I was trying to stay calm, just in case they weren’t. If he said yes, I was going to punch the mother fucker in his pinched up little face. Not so much for me as for Elly.
“No, we’re not going to let you go.” Relief washed over me as he said, “The competition is too close to being over. It would be a huge scandal. Elly was an intern, no one is going to miss her. If we kicked you off, we’d have to answer a lot of uncomfortable questions.” The only drawback was that I didn’t get to feel the squishy flesh of his fat little face against my fist.
He looked like he thought I should hug him or something. Fuck him. Fuck them all for what they did to Elly. I would have loved nothing more than to tell them all what I thought. No, that’s not true. I’d have loved nothing more than to kick that guy’s ass and then tell them all what I thought. But I also wanted their million dollars…I needed it. So I took a deep breath and held it in. I learned a thing or two from that boring anger management class the doctor made me go to three days a week.
“Okay,” I finally said. “That it?”
“Yes, just make sure that it doesn’t happen again.”
He thought I was a serial staff fucker, I guess. “Yeah, right,” I said. I walked out of their shaking my head, wondering how you got to be such an uptight little fuck.