“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

　　When Gage's car parked right out of my apartment building, I looked back at him and smiled. "Thanks." I say.


　　"Not a problem." He answered me with his tightlipped smile.?


　　I was about to open the door so I can leave his car but Gage quickly held my wrist so I looked back at him right away.


　　"Is there something wrong?" I ask.


　　He shakes his head. "I just wanna let you know that I don't wanna see you go to that field trip."


　　"But then I figured out that I will be too selfish if I would want you not to go. And I'm sure you won't even let me stop you." He adds.


　　He takes a gentle squeeze on my hand. "I will miss you."


　　I smiled ruefully at him. "You'll have fun with or without me anyways."


CHAPTER 97: "Drunk"