Noah finished the song with a final crash of keys. He sat there, a frown on his face, not looking at the rest of us.

"That was shit," said one of the twins bluntly, the one who hadn't been fidgeting.

Noah scowled at him. "Don't tell me that. Tell her. She's the one who-" Noah cut himself off sharply, looking like he'd bitten his tongue to keep from saying the rest of the sentence.

"Jen helped compose the song," Naomi declared. "Noah had writer's block. Or composer's block. Whatever it was, he was having trouble. We decided to bring in outside help."

I reeled back, shocked that Naomi had told everyone outright. Noah glared at her with so much ire I was surprised she didn't collapse dead on the spot.

"Why didn't you ask one of us for help?" Cameron said, sounding affronted. "Seriously, Noah, why didn't you just say something?"

Noah looked down at the piano and mumbled something indistinctly.

"It doesn't matter," I said, hoping to save Noah from having to confess his insecurities. Even as upset with him as I was, I didn't want him to lose face in front of his friends and bandmates. "The only thing that matters is that we need to fix this."

"Fix what?" Noah grunted.

"You," I shot back. "That's not the way the song is supposed to be played."

"And you know all about that, don't you?"

"I sure as hell do. We worked on it together. I know how it's supposed to sound. It's supposed to be soulful. It's supposed to be heart-wrenching. It's supposed to be sensual."

"It's supposed to sell records," Noah bit out. "I don't care about the rest of it."

"Don't you? I thought the whole reason we were working together was so you could make a song that sounded like Noah Hart, not like Darkest Days."

"That's stupid," he said flatly.

"You told me you wanted it to sound authentic," I stressed.

"You always think you know everything," he snarled. "Don't tell me what I want. You don't know anything about me."

"I know a hell of a lot more about you than anyone else."

"Do you?" he scoffed. "Maybe you only know exactly what I wanted you to know. Maybe everything you know is wrong."

"And maybe if you actually felt any human emotions aside from irritation and disdain you'd be able to play something that touched people."

His eyes burned with indignation. "I don't need some fangirl telling me how to play my own goddamn song."

"Clearly you do because the way you're playing right now is trash."

"And I'm sure you're going to tell me exactly what you think I should be doing differently."

"You need to stop shutting me out. You need to get back to the Noah Hart who actually opened up to people. Who let himself be vulnerable."

"You think you can just fix everything, don't you?" he snapped.

"I want to help you," I shot back.

"How in the hell can you help me? You're just a fangirl. You can't help anyone. You couldn't even keep your mother from-" he cut himself off sharply.

A burning hot spike pierced my chest before it froze over completely.

"Go on," I challenged. "Finish that sentence."

Noah looked pained. "I didn't mean..." he murmured.

"No. Finish that sentence. I couldn't even keep my mother from what?" My words dripped with a glacial chill. The scabs that had finally begun to heal threatened to tear wide open again.

"Jen..."

"From killing herself?" I saw the others flinch out of the corner of my eye. One of the twins glared at Noah. Cameron looked appalled. "You're right. My mother killed herself and I wasn't able to stop her." I ignored the rest of them as if we were the only two people in the room. "As much as I wanted to, I couldn't fix her." I pinned him down with an icy stare. "And I sure as hell can't fix you."

I turned to Naomi. "Sorry, but I'm out. You need to deal with Noah by yourself." I spun on my heel and stormed out.

I thought I caught Noah calling my name, but I couldn't hear over the blood rushing through my ears and the angry pounding of my heartbeat.

Good riddance to Noah Fucking Hart.

I was done.

Chapter Twenty-Nine.

With the curtains drawn to cast my bedroom in shadow and with Darkest Days blasting at full volume, I was practically re-living my teenaged years.

Listening to Noah's voice sing words of both love and loathing wasn't going to help me get over him. Still, I kept listening to his albums, one after another, torturing myself.

Half the time I wondered what in the hell I even saw in that man. He was biting, caustic and cantankerous. He never had a kind word for anyone, and he had a huge ego on top of it all.

But there had been moments of thoughtfulness, too. Moments when he'd been sweet and caring. I knew how hard it was for Noah to trust people. I'd been touched to be one of the few he let inside those carefully guarded walls of his.

None of that made a difference. Noah always turned cold and shut me out at the first sign of conflict. As much as I'd come to care for him - as much as I loved him - I didn't need the emotional rollercoaster ride that came with being in a relationship with Noah Hart.

When Ivy and Nat came over one day only to find me huddled in blankets in complete darkness with Darkest Days on repeat, I didn't even need to tell them what had happened. They decided on the spot to take me out clubbing to distract me from my misery.

It seemed like a good idea at the time. When our taxi dropped us off at the same club where Noah and I had sex in the limo, I began to have second thoughts.

"Get drunk and dance and forget all about him," Natalie urged.

"Focus on having fun tonight," Ivy said.

"Aren't your boyfriends wondering what you're doing out at a club on Saturday night?"

They both shrugged.

"It's a girls' night out," Natalie explained.

"Ren can live without me for one night," Ivy said.

"I don't know if he can," Nat joked. "The two of you are pretty inseparable."

My phone buzzed. My heart leaped into my throat. Could it be Noah? After the last time we'd seen each other, I didn't know if I even wanted to hear from him again.

I couldn't not check. I pulled out my phone.

hey gorgeous. what u up to 2nite?

Cameron. Of course.

Out clubbing with the girls, I texted back.

where?

Why do you care?

maybe I can get you vip access. as an apology.

You're not the one who needs to apologize.

i know. but that asshole might never get around to doing it, so i figured one of us should.

Thanks Cameron. You're a good guy.

shh. don't tell anyone. ;) so where u at?

That same club we went to after your concert.

where you and his royal highness had sex in the limo?

OMG no!!! We didn't!!!

you sure did, gorgeous. it's okay. i've done worse. and i can definitely get you a super swank vip lounge. i know the owner.

It's fine. Me and the girls are just going to have fun on the dance floor.

well, you know what they say.

I know, best way to get over a guy is to get under another one, blah blah.

just saying, gorgeous. i'm always willing.

I put my phone back in my small clutch purse, not bothering to respond. Cameron may have been a manwhore, but he wasn't a bad guy.

The three of us got drinks and headed out to the dance floor. I decided to partially take Cameron's advice and picked out a few hot guys to grind against, moving on whenever one of them got too frisky.

Halfway through the night I felt hands on my hips as another guy came up behind me. He kept a respectable distance, so I let him dance with me for a few minutes. He smelled good. Familiar, with hints of leather and something spicy.

It didn't hit me until soft lips touched my ear.

"I thought this was supposed to be like having sex on the dance floor."

I whirled around to find myself in Noah's arms. I jerked back in surprise. He kept his hands on my hips, pulling me close. The flashing strobe lights of the club lit up his features, turning his dark eyes bright, highlighting his cheekbones. Messy dark hair fell over his forehead. I resisted the urge to smooth it back.

I'd spent a week trying to remind myself why this man was no good for me. Trying to remind myself that he could tear me apart with his words just as easily as his lyrics healed me years ago.

One look, one touch, and I was close to forgetting all my resolve.

I finally managed to find my voice. "I thought you didn't dance."

Noah hugged me closer. "I can make an exception. For you."

"What are you doing here, Noah?" I murmured.

He scanned the crowd with a frown.

"Can we not do this here?"

"I don't even know what 'this' is."

His eyes burned into mine. "I want to apologize."

My heart started beating faster. I tried not to react, showing no emotion.

"Can we step outside for a few minutes?" Noah took my hand and tugged me off the dance floor before I could answer. I let him drag me out one of the side doors and into a back alley. The door closed behind us, leaving the two of us alone in silence.

I tugged out of his grip and crossed my arms. "My previous stance still stands."

"What?"

"I'm not fucking you in a crack alley."

Noah looked taken aback for a moment. "No. That's not why we're here."

"Good. Because I'm mad at you and I don't do angry break up sex."

He seemed to almost smile, before his lips turned down in remorse. "I'm sorry."

"For which thing? There's a lot you need to apologize for."