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Eva grabbed my hand, and pushed it against her heart, momentarily distracting me with my hand's sudden proximity to her perfect breasts.
"Is it my turn yet?" she asked with a small, sad smile.
I nodded, feeling a foreign emotion clogging my throat.
"I feel so much for you that it terrifies me," she started. "I can't explain what happened with Mason and Beckham. I can only say that it's almost like there are three parts of me that can only be filled by each of you. The connection I feel with you all takes my breath away. It feels irreplaceable. I've been alone and repressed for so long that with everything that's happened in the past few weeks, it's taking me a minute…and maybe a few panic attacks…for my head to catch up to my heart. I know I don't deserve you, but please don't think I ever meant to hurt you, or that I don't care."
My heart clenched a little. I noticed that she hadn't said she loved me back in her speech. But hopefully it would come. I didn't know much about her past besides the fact that she was an orphan who must have had a sheltered upbringing by her different reactions to things and her somewhat obliviousness to the attention that followed her wherever she went.
Mason had sent me a text last night that Eva had told Beckham some pretty messed up shit about what she had been through growing up. Hopefully with time, my love for her could heal her, and those broken, empty spaces inside of her could be put back together and fulfilled by just me.
We pulled into the parking lot of the stadium and Shelton started to drive towards the side entrance where the VIP guests could enter. I had the overwhelming urge to demand that he turn around and head back to Eva's dorm. Normally I enjoyed Mason's concerts, and from time to time I would even join the band for some songs. However, knowing that every love song Mason sang, and every lustful glance he gave towards the crowd would be intended for Eva…not to mention all the energy he would be feeding off of Eva…was more than I felt like I could take.
I decided I was going to ask her if it was alright if I just dropped her off by herself. Maybe I could fake sickness or something. She probably didn't know that angels didn't get sick right? Just as I opened my mouth, she reached over, squeezed my hand, and flashed me a smile that took my breath away. I changed my mind in that moment about leaving. Seeing her with Mason would be torture, but her brand of torture was addictive.
I got out of the car and went around to open Eva's door before Shelton could get there. He laughed at me and I couldn't help but give him a grin in return. I knew I was a love-struck fool and I didn't care. Eva was bouncing slightly as she stood next to me. I assumed she was excited to see Mason, and again I couldn't help but feel a mix of jealousy mixed with despair rise up inside of me.
I had to choke it down so that I could return the sweet smile she gave me as we walked into the stadium entrance. Both feelings roared back when we got backstage, and Mason came jogging over. I took a step forward to rip Eva away from him when he had the nerve to kiss her in front of me. Shelton had come in with us and grabbed my arm just in time to prevent me from knocking him out. Mason pulled back and gave me a wink over Eva's shoulder as he finished hugging her. I was realizing that my best friend was a grade A asshole.
Eva at least had the decency to look embarrassed when Mason finally let her go. She was blushing and wouldn't look me in the eyes. I took her hand and pulled her further from Mason.
"We're excited to see you tonight," I told Mason, emphasizing the "we're" part of the sentence and hopefully getting it in his head that we were a couple.
Mason still had a stupid smirk on his face, and I had to take a deep breath and release it to get control of my annoyance. I had to keep reminding myself that Mason had to finish three more months of his tour while I got to see Eva everyday. That would give me enough time to solidify my bond with her, and for her feelings towards Mason to fade. That thought put a smile on my face and I was able to enjoy the atmosphere back stage as we walked to where the rest of the band was.
Eva waved to Lane who was already lighting up, as was his usual routine before the show. The guy was super talented, but a total head-case when it came to stage fright. Getting high was the only thing that seemed to calm him down enough to perform. Unfortunately he used it all the time now, and I couldn't remember when he wasn't high. Still he was a chill guy and a good member of the band.
We followed Mason to a side table that was full of food and drinks. Mason whispered something in Eva's ear, and she blushed again. I decided I needed a second away from Mason, and decided to go for a little walk.
I had just left the main room when a familiar face appeared. Courtney Rayne, Mason's ex-girlfriend, was lurking in the hallway, seeming to be gearing herself up to go see Mason. She was dressed about as provocative as I had seen her. She was wearing a black mini-skirt that was so short that I was pretty sure I could see the bottom of her ass poking out from underneath. She had on a corset top whose only functionality seemed to be to cover her nipples. Red lipstick and a wild ponytail completed her look. I smirked at her. Courtney was annoying as fuck, but tonight…tonight she was my favorite person.
"Hey Court," I said to her. She looked over at me and put on what I guessed she thought was a seductive smile. I could see the underlying nervousness however. Courtney had always known that I didn't like her.
"Damon, so good to see you darling," she cooed, using the high pitched affected voice that had always made me feel sorry for Mason.
It actually sounded British, a fact made all the more annoying since I knew that Courtney Rayne, aka Twilla Smith, was born in a little town in Arkansas.
"Did you come to see Mason?" I asked innocently.
She began to play nervously with the bottom strands of her ponytail.
"You know me, just trying to be the supportive girlfriend before he leaves for Europe and I don't get to see him for awhile."
I raised my eyebrows in surprise. Was she that delusional that she would think Mason wouldn't have mentioned to me that he had broken up with her, or that I wouldn't have noticed that someone besides herself was on his arm at the Grammys? Hmmm, how to play this.
"I'm sure Mason will be excited to see you," I told her, waving her in.
I smirked to myself as she went in the room. I'm sure Eva wasn't aware that Mason had broken up with his girlfriend the night that he met her.
I gave the situation a few minutes, and then walked back into the room. The energy in the room was fraught with tension. Mason was gesturing angrily at Courtney who was in tears. Eva had walked over to Lane, watching Mason and Courtney out of the corner of her eye, distress written across her face. I was an asshole to ever give Eva pain, but I needed any advantage I could get on Mason and Beckham. Mason hadn't had an issue with throwing me under the bus by mentioning Selena. I didn't mind returning the favor.
Eva saw me and walked over to me quickly.
"Maybe we should go," she said worriedly.
"What's going on?" I asked, hating myself a little bit.
Eva's eyes got a little glossy.
