In Love With A Superstar

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d over the amp cord and busted

l of caring and expression, expertly clean

xt Monday at school, I made sure to stumble and fall, right in fron

g right up until August after we graduate

a student asked if he could make videos of me p

sands of people listening to me sing. By week's end, I had a

e life-altering decisions. I wanted to but neve

go with her. Back then, maybe I would'v

ywhere knowing what I know

bove where Natalie is. I pull up Jo

by the loud m

door in quick succession. It swings up, the person on

king wa

fucki

n Jordan s

going to say? Jordan is a liar? Not likely. While I d

a good friend to me. He doesn't care about my life,

ection. He puts his arm around me and introduc

fake lashes looking like butterfly wings and I want to ask her if she has som

y to her. I'm polite, ev

urrs. I feel my lips form into a

tanding here is not an option either. I take the six

nt kinds of drinks, and bottles of champagne spread around, b

pop the top and slip it into my pocket.

seem to be a lot of people here. Maybe

nt. It's nice, with a great view and some cla

pend my New Year's, it's better t

he tables. Whoever lives here seems sophisticated and if I had to guess probably holds a

e harbor. I try to count the boats out the

of "eh, it's just snow" doesn't deter anyone from changing their plans. Evi

fireworks from here," a v

ing beside me. She has one arm crossed under her b

is whole time I thought he was kid

ng this is

er side, and looks over the party.

looks aroun

kes the pric

look at except for the lights coming from the boats.

ds over to another guest. I think about leaving o

at little time I have left in

down on my back, and says, "Happy

the party unless you're in Los Angel

edos, open bars, the whole Hollywood glam lifestyle, and while I enjoy hav

me over. Who's the woman?" I nod to

is shoulder, back,

band left her for a younger version, a cheerleader or something. We bang now and again. Neith

e has a n

got it in the divo

to say in response, so

talie O'Brien?" Jor

hard-on for her in h

ember her, w

o her at t

still

rgeous,"

ly. "Ah, Bren, you

elp but s

tupid and thinking about her is going to ge

iously. "Did you get her number?" I nod

airs at anoth

my shoulder and he pull

What are

ook at the odds,

nd." He turns me tow

you with memories from high school. We've moved on, man. Gotta leave the past in the past and

'm not him and I'm not wh

g. Sure, women throw themselves at me, wanting to

wanted sex. I saw right through her the minute she

y. One minute, we're living together and the n

bang 'em and leave 'em lif

she's downstairs, it's where I want to be. A couple

n I'm asked, usually results in a fangirl or boy moment o

le are coming and going, making me won

could take her on a date or bring food to the hospital for her since

eone I've missed and I might as well t

aring at me and l

ha

, single women, and thinking about your high schoo

wrong w

gic, I

se women would love to take you back to t

fucking snap my fingers and five chicks will line

you lost, is th

e of hours with someone I know I have a

ass, but the women dig ya. Go get Natalie, bring her u

partment, down the hall, and t