“You can call me when you’re lonely. I’ll be your temporary fix.”

Those were the words that he said to me and it was plain simple, he wanted nothing but s*x and I wanted nothing more than to.

I was the kind of girl who was too scared of falling in love again because I feel like there is something more in life than being mournful over a guy who never actually gave a hell. I deserve something more than pain and misery over a stupid heartbreak. Since then, I got too scared of commitment that I no longer wanted to be in one. I wanted fun and I wanted to feel like I am alive again.

He was the kind of guy who was too busy for permanent relationships. The superstar that all women wanted to bang with. The kind of guy who would have any girls kneel in front of him because well, he is that kind of guy. He was a guy with a hectic schedule, sold out world tours, drinking champagne in private jets, holding a mic in one hand, and conquering all over the world in the other.

Maybe I needed someone to show me how to live again and he needed someone to show me how to love.

You Can Call Me

　　It's been two days since that night I spent with Gage. No, I didn't tell Monique about what happened to me and her idol that night because she was already ranting about Gage's Ms. Anonymous. I think the whole world has been buzzing about his tweet since he tweeted it and I expected this to happen. It was a great idea not to follow him or make a motive for him to know my name, or else he'll know me and it will trigger his fans to hate me. It's crazy because his fans are like agents. They get the littlest detail from Gage's life.


　　And I think it's not really my business isn't it?


　　I glare at my watch and it's already 3AM. I still have a class by ten and I don't know how to stay awake for that class in a while when I'm staying up late for my stupid essay. Well at least I'm almost done.


CHAPTER 15 : "Omegle"