IMPERFECT First Love

I woke up with a heavy headache. Ugh! My head! I swear that my head is right now spinning. Sunlight reflected through the glass window into my bedroom. I rubbed my eyes and turned other side of the bed. Fuck! A girl is sleeping near me. Her breath is slow going up and down through her chest. Her eyes fluttered trying to wake her up. Shit! Not again! I tried to remember about last night. Bizarre images of me drinking in a pub, seeing her dancing, flirting with her, coming to my apartment, me kissing her, she removing my shirt..then..fuck!

I jumped out of the bed wearing my blue jean. I stood near the window, sunrays fell on my face which tried to make my head clear. I closed my eyes and enjoyed the warmth when it touched my bare chest. I lit up a cigarette and inhaled it's breath.

I am Chris, Christopher Mike Rovan, age 27, born in America, Boston. Son of Kevin and Crystal Rovan, well known actors of Hollywood. Since Decades, our family is been into acting and my parents want to continue this. So, I had no choice as a result I'm now a famous actor in Hollywood. I stepped here at the age of 16, after graduating at Lee Strasberg theatre and film institute. It's now an one-way path. I've come too long and there is no go back even if I want to.

Since my childhood, I've been in spotlight, camera flashes everywhere you go and whatever you do, stalking me, gossips, rumors...ugh..all I need is normal life whenever I walk on the street, people need to smile at me and say hi, not to chase me or photo me. I feel like a zoo animal inside the cage.

When I finished my cigarette, two hands snaked my chest and a face pressed on my back, "Good morning" she whispered.

I turned back and looked her. She was in my shirt, "That's mine" I cocked my eyebrows.

"But it suits me, Right?" She tried to wrap her arms around my neck.

"No! it doesn't" I moved away replying, "I hate when someone touches my stuff".

"But you didn't mind yesterday" she winked.

"Give back my shirt, now!" I ordered her.

She rolled her eyes, "Fine! Stop being a jerk" saying that she went to the bed and searched her clothes.

"So Chris, what's for breakfast?"

"Breakfast?"

"Yeah, I'm hungry" she said changing her clothes.

"This is not a hotel. If you are hungry go and get food outside".

"God! You are such a asshole!" She stunned, "you are completely different from yesterday".

"Not only me, I also didn't expect you to be clingy".

"It's not clingy, it's a basic manner".

"No it's clingy for me. Didn't I informed you clearly it's a one night stand?"

"Yeah..you did...but..."

"Also" I cutted her, "I asked you to get out of this house before I can wake up? You didn't do anything I asked and you are yelling at me".

"I thought you liked me?"

"Tell me Is this says that I like you?" I cocked my eyebrows.

"You know what?" She throwed shirt on my face, "I regret for yesterday's night. You are selfish".

"Get out" I shouted.

"You chameleon" she buckled her shoes, "You are beautiful outside, inside you are a jerk..a complete jerk.. I'll never meet you again".

"I wish the same. Now, Get out! Get out!" I yelled continuously and only stopped when I heard the sound of door banging.

I showered and came down to the kitchen, I opened the fridge and picked orange juice and jelly beans. I poured juice in the glass and jelly beans in the bowl. When I finished half of the content, Chuck came inside.

Chuck Cooper, 32, My manger. He is with me for past five years and manages all my schedules. We became close, so close he calls me Chris. I rarely give that privileges to others.

"Chris, I saw Mellie wray in the lift. Whether she was here yesterday night?"

I replied sipping my juice, "Oh! Her name is Mellie Wray?"

"Ah...now I know why she angrily punched lift button" he smirked, "You don't even remembered her name?"

I shrugged.

"Chris, I think you should end your flings without angering them".

"They are overstepping the line".

"Whatever be careful that's all I can say. All womens will not be same".

"You don't worry about that. what's today schedule?"

"Umm..wait a sec" he searched on his tab, "Shoot all the day".

I let out a exhausted sigh, "Ugh..I'm going to die. But thank God! I don't have to do any interview. Otherwise I need to fill my coffee cup with alcohol".

I have social anxiety to overcome that my publicist advised this idea. Whenever I need to meet huge crowd or do an interview I'll hid alcohol in a coffee cup. That soothes my nerves. So that I'll be free from anxiety.

"Oh! Sorry!..on the way you have an interview".

"Come on yeah! Not fair!"

"Don't worry it's not that big magazine. Just an 15 minutes interview, they been chasing for me months. So, I asked them to wait at your coffee shop".

Yes, I own a coffee shop name 'Rebuff'.

"Ok, what's the name?"

"A..magazine name 'New Era' "

"Hmm..never heard of that name".