“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

　　The others were already singing along to the guy who was playing with his guitar. It felt like this was just like the Campout I did back in New York but the only things that are different is Peter's here, Adam's here too and everybody knows that Gage is here unlike that night, he was hiding himself under a disguise.


　　As I glance at Gage he was busy talking to the woman next to him. She didn't come from our class, I was sure of that. She looked older than me, wearing a purple sleeveless some plaid button down and her white skimpy shorts. He seemed to be enjoying talking with her and it's obvious that she's enjoying too.


　　I moved my head to Adam and he was already handing me a beer. "Your teachers are out." He says.


CHAPTER 117 : "Campfire"