Being a rock star's stylist was a pain in the ass. I was currently getting the boys ready when the slut walks in.
"Blake" She whines
"f**k off. He's busy and so am I" I snap
Everyone's jaw dropped and looked at me with wide eyes.
"Who the f**k do you think you are?" She snarls
"f**k it. I quit. Your all on your own" I snarl
I pack up my s**t and quickly walk out. I hear the guys curse and foot steps pound behind me
"April wait" They shout
I keep walking when a hand clamps down on my elbow and stops me. When I turn around Blake was panting and looking at me with worry.
"What?" I snarl
"Don't quit. We need you" He says softly
"f**k you Blake. I bust my ass and barely get paid anything. I'm constantly cleaning up after all of you. I have to deal with your b***h of a girlfriend.
