“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

　　I have no choice but to share a room with Peter. We decided not to join the campout since there are tons of other girls who will probably not let us sleep.


　　Peter was taking a quick shower while I'm laying here on top of my bed thinking about Adam and Tate being all close again. I don't want to think about it and I don't want to worry about it but there's this huge feeling eating me up on the inside making me mad at Adam for putting his arm around?my Tate.


　　I laugh at myself because I'm being too ridiculous right now.


　　Why am I even getting bothered about this Tate and Adam thing? I know I shouldn't be feeling this way. Why? Because she's not fucking mine.


　　Tate isn't yours Gage. You're only after her because of sex, that was what you wanted from her from the beginning, right? Why acting up all of a sudden about this petty thing??I scolded myself.


CHAPTER 119 : "Jealous"