Free Big Girl Going On Tour: Big Girl Series Bk2 by Aubrey Rose Page B

always had homework to do, but this week had been worse than most. Brynn had been coming home at one or two in the morning with dark circles under her eyes. Shannon was starting to worry about her.
    The doorbell rang again, and then came three hard knocks, as if the person outside was worried that the doorbell wasn’t working.
    “COMING!” Shannon yelled. Maybe Brynn had gotten locked out. Shannon picked up her towel from the ground and wrapped it around herself quickly, then made her way down the hallway. The knocks grew even louder. God, couldn’t they be a little bit patient?
    “I said I’m com—” Shannon said, opening the door. As soon as she did, the frustrated look evaporated from her face.
    Standing just outside her apartment door was Julian Bremmer, a guilty look on his face and a single red rose in his hand.
     
     

 
     
     
     
     
     
    CHAPTER TWO
     
     
    Julian sat in the back of the tour bus, the flask tucked away in his jacket pocket between sips of bourbon. Asher sat next to him, beating his drumsticks on his knees in rhythm to whatever song was playing in his head, his feet resting on the skateboard.
    “I can’t believe it, man,” Asher said. He rolled the skateboard back and forth under his sneakers. “I can’t fucking believe it.”
    “Are you gonna break up with her?” Julian asked. Asher had spent the entire previous night in tears on the phone with his girlfriend Donna, who was currently working on a model shoot in Europe.
    “I don’t know.” Asher looked down mournfully at his drumsticks. “She said she was just doing it to get back at me, because she was jealous.”
    “Yeah, but you didn’t sleep with anyone,” Julian pointed out. “Or do anything at all, for that matter. What the fuck does she have to be jealous about?”
    “I know, I know,” Asher said. “It’s just that there are always girls hanging out around the band.”
    “ Hanging out . Not kissing you, not fucking you, just hanging out .”
    “I know.” Asher rubbed his eyes with his hands. “Fuck me.”
    Julian waited while Asher busted out a hard drum roll on his left thigh. At the rate he was going, he would be bruised black and blue on his legs by the time they rolled past Los Angeles again on their way down to San Diego.
    “What do you think?” Asher said finally.
    “What do I think about what?”
    “Should I break up with Donna?”
    “I don’t know, man,” Julian said, taking another drink from his flask. “Do you love her?”
    Asher leaned back in his seat and tapped his sticks on the wall of the tour bus.
    “Fuck,” he said. “I don’t know. After this? I don’t think so. I don’t know how she could do this.” He played a complicated fill against the paneling.
    “Can you cut that out?” The voice came from the front of the bus. Daniel had his headphones halfway on and was peering back at them. “I’m trying to listen to our recording.”
    “Sorry,” Asher said, letting his drumsticks fall into his lap. He put his head in his hands.
    Julian felt terrible for the guy. Asher had never so much as laid a hand on a fan before, and his girlfriend called him every night, berating him for hanging out with other girls. It wasn’t his fault that Wilder Side attracted a lot of attention from female fans, though. And now Donna had gone and slept with some photographer in Italy, claiming that she was just getting back at Asher. It was fucking ridiculous. Asher was as faithful as a puppy dog, and now this.
    “You want my opinion?” Julian said. He had tried to avoid getting entangled in Asher’s relationship woes before, but this was too much.
    “Yeah.” Asher groaned. “Yeah.”
    “Dump her,” Julian said.
    “You think so?”
    “Dude, she cheated on you. You’ve never cheated on her. How is that fair?”
    “It isn’t. I know, I know it isn’t fair.”
    “And look, yeah she’s hot, but there are, like, a million hot girls who would love to get with you.”
    “I don’t know,”