“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 felt different hearing him saying it personally than when he's over the phone.


　　"Now I know the reason why I should be sorry for. And I am?truly?sorry for... For everything that night. I'm sorry Tate. I'm really sorry." He says to me as it crushes my heart into pieces.


　　My tears keeps crawling out from my eyes even though I try not to cry anymore. But my tears kept coming out and now I know why he had his tent placed at the back most part of everyone, because he didn't want anyone to hear us from here while we're having this conversation.


　　He releases me but his hands were holding tight on my wrists. "I'm sorry. I'm sorry about what I did and I'm sorry about the things I said a while ago. I'm sorry." He muffles.


　　I look back at him and he does look like he's sorry for what he has done. "I'm being pathetic. I know I shouldn't be acting this way." I speak.


CHAPTER 90 "Tent" 2