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top spot for USC.”
    Jared’s eyebrows shot up. “Who did he blow to get that?”
    “Who knows? Probably paid someone off. Hector nearly took his head off outside.”
    “I’m sure he deserved it.”
    “Damn straight,” Hector said.
    “Oh, he did,” I said. “He made another racist comment to Hector and said you were screwing Becca. What a jackass.”
    Jared coughed. “He said that?”
    “Yeah.” I rolled my eyes, but something about Jared’s expression made me pause. He looked almost…guilty. “Oh, hell no. Don’t tell me he’s right?”
    “I’m not screwing her…” He trailed off and rubbed the back of his neck.
    I finished the sentence for him as it all came together in my head. “But you did.”
    It wasn’t a question, and yet I hoped he would deny it. Every part of me wanted to believe my brother wouldn’t be stupid enough to hook up with Becca, not when we’d finally found a good bassist, scored a decent gig, and had a shot at winning an even better one. But he looked away, and I knew the answer.
    That’s it. I was going to kill my brother.
    “What the fuck, Jared?” Hector asked, echoing my thoughts exactly.
    He held up his hands in surrender. “It was last week, after the parking lot show. We were drunk, she started taking her clothes off, one thing led to another… I didn’t mean for it to happen, I swear.”
    “That doesn’t make it okay!” I couldn’t believe he’d do this. Yes, Jared got around, and yes, it had been obvious to everyone that Becca wanted him. But the band always came first to Jared, and he must have known this would only mess things up.
    “It was a stupid mistake, and we both agreed it was just a dumb hook-up and didn’t mean anything. I thought she was fine with it. But at that party last night, she caught me making out with another girl and nearly took my head off, so I guess she’s not as fine with it as she said.”
    “You think?” I snapped. No wonder Becca hadn’t shown up.
    “I’m sorry, okay? I didn’t think it would be a problem.”
    Hector glared at him. “No because you never think with anything other than your dick.”
    Jared frowned but didn’t answer. Probably because he knew Hector was right. I rubbed my face, trying to wipe all of this away. How was I going to fix this?
    “If Becca doesn’t show up soon, we’re fucked,” Hector said.
    Jared sighed. “I’d call her, but I doubt she’d listen to me.”
    “Let me handle it.” I wanted to strangle my brother, but that wouldn’t solve anything. He’d gotten us into this mess, and as usual, it was my job to get us out of it. I checked my phone. 7:40 PM. Only a few hours to find Becca before our set. I had to try. “Any idea where she is right now?”
    “No clue. You could try her apartment, I guess.”
    “Where is it?”
    He gave me the address, and I put it into my phone. Luckily she lived fairly close. As long as traffic wasn’t too bad, I’d make it back with plenty of time to spare. Assuming she was at her apartment. If not, we were screwed.
    “I’ll go with you,” Hector said.
    “No, stay with Jared. If I run late, you two will have to set up all our gear. And if she does show up while I’m gone, you might need to stop them from killing each other.”
    Hector grunted. “Fine.”
    I held out my hand. “Keys.”
    Jared reluctantly dropped the keys in my palm. “Maybe I should go…” He didn’t like anyone else driving the band’s van, but tough shit.
    “Hell no. You’ve done enough. Just stay here and try not to piss anyone else off.” I gave Hector a look that I hoped conveyed, Keep him out of trouble . He nodded, so he must have gotten the gist.
    I fumed the entire way to the van. How could Jared do this to us? How could Becca? I was pissed at my brother, but she was partly to blame, too. They both must have known what a bad idea sleeping together was at the time. I didn’t care how drunk or horny they’d been; they should have thought about how this