There's only two sugars in this coffee. I said three. Make it again.” He was glaring at me, disgust in his eyes.
What a jackass! “But I did...”
“Are you actually arguing with me?” he interrupted. The room grew quiet. My head was beating furiously and I willed the tears that threatened to pop up in my eyes to not come up. I had made his coffee perfectly. I knew I did. I hung my head, there was no point in arguing with him. I felt like I was being bullied in high school all over again. I was that fat girl again that no one liked. They wouldn't ever let me be part of their group and they teased me mercilessly. I couldn't lose the job, however. It was a paid gig. I needed to think about that.
“No, of course not.”
“Good, I suggest you don't. It's a good way to get left on the side of the road.”
My mouth dropped open. How dare he talk that way to me? Why is he being such a bastard to me?
I looked up at Jarrod. I wouldn’t let him beat me. I turned and was met with Eli's dark green gaze from across the room. And I saw in his eyes something that made me feel even worse. Pity.
I turned quickly on my heel and headed back to the kitchen. I thanked my lucky stars that I hadn't poured out the rest of the pot last time I got him coffee. Wiping at the tears that had sprung from my eyes, I vowed to be stronger against Jarrod. I couldn't let him get to me or it was going to be a miserable three months. I poured a cup and very carefully added three sugars and a little bit of cream. It was perfection, dammit!
I carried the cup back to Jarrod. Although people were talking amongst themselves, the tension in the room was high. They all wanted to leave and yet they knew Jarrod was, well...being Jarrod. They turned to me when I walked in to see how Jarrod would handle his second cup.
He took a sip, “It's still not right, but I guess it will have to do for now.”
“Okay people, let’s roll,” yelled Dan. Everyone made their way to the elevator.
Jarrod walked away from me without even a thank you. I wouldn't even look at Eli. I didn't want to see any more pity from him. Chapter Five
The night of the first show was hectic to say the least. There were hundreds of people around doing their own separate jobs to make the show run smoothly. It was amazing how many people it took to get a concert underway.
Watching them practice before the show was exhilarating. The band was getting ready for their concert and it was hard not to get excited right along with them. As the show got underway, the boys all headed back to their dressing rooms. The amount of groupies that were around was surprising. I had expected that whole thing to have disappeared, but there they were, sneaking backstage to get in the dressing room with the boys. Dan was constantly pulling them out and reminding the band that they had to get ready to go out. Jarrod seemed more than happy to skip the whole thing and stay in his dressing room with some of the girls.
I watched the entire concert backstage and it was true what rockers always said; there was no drug like performing in front of ten thousand people. The crowd was going wild and the girls just threw themselves all over the band members, especially Jarrod and Eli. I felt a twinge of jealousy every time I saw a girl near Eli. I wasn't sure what I expected but it bothered me nonetheless.
Now the after party, that was hands down a great time. I didn't know where all the people came from, but the room was filled wall to wall with them. I walked around the room looking for Eli, but he was nowhere to be found. I hoped in the back of my mind that he wasn't off with some girl. It was stupid to be jealous, but in my gut I knew that’s what it was.
I saw Jarrod amongst a group of people and I headed towards him. Maybe he would know where Eli was. As I got closer, I heard