The next week went by in a blur. I stayed with Casey while I figured out my next living situation. I only made nine dollars an hour, so I couldn’t afford much. I’d have to get a roommate.
Ugh. I hate roommates.
When I told Kennedy and Levi what had happened between me and Hector, neither of them were surprised.
“I told you he was no good.” Kennedy flipped her hair over her shoulder while messing with one of her drums. “I mean, I knew you in high school before you were out to most people, and you were obnoxious. You’re so much better now, and it still wasn’t enough for him.”
“Them’s the breaks.” Levi had always been a man of few words.
We contacted Ackerman Records and had them send a copy of the contract to Casey’s address. They sent it out really fast—it got to us by Friday. And we p
