He frowns, but he knows I’m right.
“Let me worry about what I can handle,” I tell him.His frown stays plastered on his face, and I’m grateful we’re almost done with practice because I can already tell he’s going to be a moody bastard for the rest of the day, and I’m not eager to deal with him on top of my own shit.
“I’m your brother.I can’t help but worry about you.”
I open my mouth to respond when Becka comes into the room.“Sorry to interrupt.Um, Tris, you have a visitor.”
My brows furrow, but I put my guitar down and follow her out.When we turn the corner, I drink in the sight of Jolie.Her hair is in a messy bun on top of her head, tendrils falling around her beautiful face.She’s wearing her favorite oversized cream sweater over a pair of fitted jeans and white Converse.She looks gorgeous, and it’s so hard to breathe and hold myself together, but if I’m going to convince Trent I can handle having her on tour with us, then I need to start acting like it now.
“Everything okay?”I ask her.
“Um, no.Can we go outside?”She looks nervous, and I hate that she’s nervous around me.Her response to my question makes me worried that Trent already did something stupid in a lame attempt to have my back.
I nod toward the door and follow her outside.It’s a cool, crisp day for California, and the skies are overcast with a slight breeze coming off the Pacific.
“What’s wrong?”I ask her.
She stares at me, and this close to her I can now see the bags under her red-rimmed eyes.Has she been crying?
“I made a mistake.”