without emotion.
“I’m from Westchester.”
“Oh.”
“How long are you staying in London?”
She shrugs. “About a month or so.”
Cath’s eyes start roaming the room and I can’t help but wonder if she is trying to find someone better to talk to. She lets out a deep sigh and turns me to me, flashing a fake smile.
“How long have you been with Tyler?” She asks.
“A year and a half.” I say happily.
She narrows her eyes as she studies my face. “You’re a caterer or something right?”
“A baker actually.”
She gives me a whole body onceover. “You’re a baker? Hmm...have you ever even eaten a cupcake before?”
I shake my head and give her an odd look, feeling taken aback by her question. “Of course I have. I eat them all the time.”
“Hmmm...you’re awfully thin for someone that claims to eat a lot of cake.”
“You’re thin.” I observe.
She lets out a tight, bemused laugh. “Yeah but playing a show is a workout in itself. It’s a lot different from sitting on a stool and squirting icing on cupcakes or mixing cookie batter with a gigantic mixer. Pushing buttons isn’t going to keep you in shape. I mean, all these cupcakes you eat are going to catch up with your thighs at some point.”
Cath leans forward and peeks around my backside. “Looks like they may have already hit your ass...you may want to do some squats or something.”
“I’m sorry...have I done something to offend you?”
“No, you haven’t done anything to offend me.”
“Then what exactly is your problem?”
Cath shoots another icy glare in my direction and jabs one long, slender finger in my face. “You...you are my problem.”
I am about to question her again when the band takes the stage. Cath’s eyes go moony as she bites her bottom lip and waves. I turn around to see who she is waving at and notice Tyler wave back to her.
Wait a minute here...does she? She does, doesn’t she?
I turn back towards Cath who is smiling from ear to ear, her eyes locked in on every move Tyler makes.
I lean in close to her. “Don’t even think about it.”
She glances at me with an innocent look on her face. “I have no idea what you’re talking about.”
“As long as we have an understanding that Tyler is taken and by taken I mean unavailable to the opposite sex then we are good.”
Cath rolls her eyes. “Not everybody wants your boyfriend you know. Does Tyler know how possessive you are? I mean surely he wouldn’t want to be with someone that harbors such an ugly quality. Maybe he needs a good friend to fill him in.”
It is my turn to roll my eyes. “Oh please, he’s known you for what...two, three days? He’s been with me for a year and a half but by all means tell him whatever you want.”
“There you are! I went to order a drink and I turned around and you were gone!” Chloe says as she appears next to me. Her eyes dart back and forth between me and Cath. “Whoa...what did I miss?”
“Nothing,” I say. “Chloe, this is Cath. Tyler asked me to hang out with her.”
“I don’t need a babysitter.” Cath pipes in.
“Hello everybody, we are Subzero,” Noah’s voice calls out. “Is everybody ready to rock?”
Everyone around us starts screaming. Tyler raises his drumsticks over his head and taps them together to count the band in. Noah grabs the microphone and starts singing as Dean and Jack begin jamming on their guitars. Within seconds, the majority of the crowd is jumping up and down, singing along with them.
Chloe leans in between me and Cath and shouts. “Do you guys wanna get closer?”
“I’d love to get closer to them.” Cath says coyly.
She places one hand on my shoulder and one hand on Chloe’s, pushes us apart and walks right between us, towards the stage with an accomplished smile on her face. Chloe looks shocked at first but then moves her hand up to her lips in an attempt to suppress her laugh. Shaking her head, she puts her arm around my shoulder and pulls me in