I think what I liked best about it was the way he looked at us. His eyes had such anger in them. I wanted more than anything for it to be jealousy. Not because I wanted him. I just wanted him to hurt.
It's not to say that I was only in this to hurt Craig. I really did like Spinner. I could speak my mind around him. I didn't have to worry about him thinking I was dumb or shallow. We could laugh together. He knew what I said never came with bad intentions. He'd fight for me. And then there was that spark.
"Everything, it was all about Ashley. It wasn't about a single, or making it big. Just Ashley," Craig said right before storming out of the studio.
I'd heard those words before, except he'd said it was all about me, Manuela Santos. If he wanted to make this war, it would be. I'd had him beat until that little scene. It was if he wanted his to believe he and Ashley were these star-crossed lovers. That he was the leading man in one of Shakespeare's great romantic tragedies. He just had to get the girl. Too bad it wasn't the right one. He must have brushed up on his acting skills, because both Marco and Spinner believed it. Not that they were the brightest of the bunch, but still they could usually call Craig on his shit.
"I can't believe he's fucking doing this to us. We're guys, we're a band, hell we're practically brothers. If all it takes is a girl for him to ditch us, then maybe I shouldn't be a part of this. This would have never happened if Jimmy was here," Spin said.
"Stix, baby, its okay. He's making a mistake. If he wants to throw it all away, it doesn't mean that you have to. You and Marco can still get some drum and guitar stuff recorded, you don't need him," I replied.
Boy, was he making a mistake. I was ahead until now. I saw the look on his face when Spinner and I kissed in the garage. He wasn't ready to let go of me, anymore than I was ready to let go of him. Now it was just a game of revenge and I wasn't about to be second best this time. Having sex with Spinner wasn't exactly on my to-do list, so I'd have to go for something a little less radical.
"Wait, what about that song? You know the one you showed me the other day?" I asked.
"You mean the one he wrote about you," Marco said looking skeptical.
I wasn't worried, no way was I going to let him ruin this for me.
"Yeah, Spin, you could sing that, you know? Then you'd at least have lyrics. You guys don't need Craig, have a little faith in yourselves," I said.
"Manuela, what would I do without you?"
He grabbed hold of my hand and spoke as if I was some revolutionary political figure, or in his case, Britney Spears.
Sometimes it was just too easy.