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"Oohhh fuck Y/n."The tan Latina girl moaned as I continued to thrust into her.

What was her name? I can't be fucking a girl and not remember her name...Michelle? No, her name isn't fucking Michelle um...Giselle?

Nahhhh

"Hey what happened, why'd you stop?" She panted.

"I'm sorry I was just trying to remember your name," I chuckled and pulled out rolling onto my back. "You can go though I'm not really feeling you anymore, your moaning is obnoxious." I grabbed a blunt off the bedside table and lit it.

She scoffed and jumped up pulling on her clothes. "Asshole, just because your rich and famous doesn't mean you can treat girls like shit."

I raised a brow. "Doesn't it though?" I reached over and grabbed my wallet out of my pants and whistled causing her to turn back around. I pulled out two hundred dollar bills and tossed it to her. "Get home safe and get yourself something nice."

She picked up the money and flipped me off. "Prick."

She walked out of my hotel room as I laughed. "Yet you still took the money!"

I rolled my eyes and sat up putting the blunt out.

What a waste.

I grabbed my phone and opened my messages. Ignoring the literal hundred text Quincy, Vanessa, and the rest of the gang sent me I went straight to the person I was looking for...Timmie

I smiled to myself at the thought of the DJ, he's great at helping me destress. I pressed call and waited for him to pick up.

"Yoooo Y/n."

"Timmieee listen that girl you sent me home with sucked."

He chuckled as I stood up and walked to the bathroom. "Lindsey? She gives the best bj's."

"Well, I didn't get one."

"That's where you fucked up."

I chuckled and looked in the mirror ruffling my hair. "Anyways, I'm heading to the studio but I wanted to know if that party was still happening?"

"Hell yeah man, and we're going to have so many drugs-"

I rolled my eyes. "Drugs that I will stay away from unless it's weed."

He scoffed. "Buzzkill, why do you keep rejecting my drugs."

"Because your type of drugs could cause damage so I'll pass." He scoffed. "Anyways I'll definitely be there so make sure you save me a space and of course you know a girl."

"Let me guess, you want another tan Latina girl."

I frowned my brows. "Ummm sure I guess."

He chuckled. "I got you, see you tonight."

Hanging up I used the bathroom and started to brush my teeth. I sighed at the emptiness in the room, the quietness. I hated being alone.

Whose fault is that?

I groaned as that stupid nagging voice came back. It's like a condescending sarcastic asshole and I hate it.

Hmm, condescending sarcastic asshole...sounds familiar.

I spit out the toothpaste I shook my head.

Whatever.

I turned on the shower and walked out of the bathroom and towards my suitcase. I picked out my outfit and rolled my eyes.

I should've grabbed more clothes from the house.

Yeah because you were rushing trying to leave before Quincy made it back.

I closed my eyes and inhaled deeply.

You run from every problem Y/n.

Shut up.

I mean you run away from your dad whose abusing your family, you run away from any girl who rejects you-

Shut.Up.

And now your running from the death of your-

"Shut up!" I huffed and scratched my head. "Shut up."

I walked back to the bathroom and finished getting ready. After I was done I grabbed my things, headed out of the hotel room, and out the building where I was greeted by a crowd of paparazzi.

I really don't need this right now.

"Hey Y/n when was the last time you saw Jasmine, aren't you two having a baby?!"

"Where's your brother living now that he's out of the hospital?!"

"Why was Quincy caught crying last week?!"

I rolled my eyes and hopped into my car starting it up. They better move before I hit them.

I stepped on the gas causing everyone to jump out of the way as I started towards the studio. My phone rang and I groaned looking down at it.

👶🏽💩😻

I declined the call and rolled my eyes.

🗣👨‍👩‍👧👰🏽

I threw my phone into the backseat and turned up the radio volume.

They probably just wanna talk about how my mom is..I scoffed and sped up my car.

Awww are you gonna try and kill yourself because you feel guilty?

I shook my head as I pulled up to the studio.

Fucking- ugh.

I parked and hopped out of the car speed walking into the building. As I made my way to the elevator I groaned.

I left my fucking phone.

You wouldn't answer anyway.

Shrugging, I stepped into the elevator and pressed the button to the sixth floor. I closed my eyes and rested my head against the back wall.

Three weeks...three weeks since I've talked to any of them, maybe I should give them a call. I tapped my leg and sighed.

Geez, I've sighed about a thousand times this month.

The elevator dinged open and I walked towards my studio room checking out a random girl that walked past.

"Hi." She smiled at me.

"What's up," I bit my lip walking backwards. "Where you coming from?"

"Don't worry about it." She smirked over her shoulder and kept walking.

I chuckled and walked forward.

Cute ass.

She's not all that.

Rolling my eyes I opened the door to the studio room and stopped in my tracks. "The hell you doing here?"

Lilly stood up and walked towards me. "You've been releasing a lot of music with consulting me first."

"It's my music." I rolled my eyes sitting on a couch.

"And we control when it comes out."

"That doesn't seem fair."

She crossed her arms. "Y/n if you have a problem with it then why don't you- actually you can't do a damn thing about it because you signed a contract so cut the attitude, your not famous enough for that."

I scoffed. "Someone's mad."

"I'm pissed Y/n, ten songs that shouldn't have been released yet, two interviews missed, arguments with the paparazzi, a Twitter argument with some random singer, and you haven't been to any of the meetings. Three weeks you've been mia, I called all of your friends to find out they haven't talked to you either- put the damn skittles down."

She walked over to me and snatched the bowl from my hands making me stand up annoyed. "My fucking bad the hell do you want me to do?"

She groaned. "Stop being so fucking-," she sighed. "What's going on?"

I shrugged. "I'm just enjoying my money."

She scoffed. "Enjoying your- don't let your ego too big."

"Why are you so mad? I'm ruining my own-"

"You're embarrassing me dammit, I had an opportunity to shadow this woman who owns damn near every record label but she rejected me because of you, stop being so self-absorbed the world doesn't revolve around you asshole."

I looked down feeling guilty. I didn't realize that-

Wait guilty?

Yes guilt! Finally a fucking emotion.

Oh calm down...but honestly, what the fuck is going on.

Gasp, maybe you're becoming human.

"I'm sorry Lilly, tell me what I have to do."

She shook her head heading towards the door. "Your first tour with Saiyr is coming up, meeting in two days and if you don't show up I'm dropping you."

PERIODT.

She walked out of the studio without another word and slammed the door behind her. I chuckled and walked over to the studio's control panel.

Guilt? I have no reason to feel guilty.

Fucking idiot.

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"Y/n you made it!" Timmie yelled walking up to me. I chuckled and gave him a bro hug before he shoved a cup into my hand. "Let's turn the hell up."

I shrugged and chugged the drink without hesitation.

Ughhhhh.

He pulled me further into the party and towards the backyard we're a bunch of half-naked people were.

"What's..."

"Oh did I forget to mention that this is a pool party?!"

I chuckled and shook my head as we continued walking through the backyard. "Maybe, I'm assuming I won't need a pair of swim trunks?"

We walked past a group of girls who were eyeing me with smirks on their faces. I winked causing them to giggle.

You're not even cute.

I hate you.

I am you, idiot.

Well then I hate me- us- shut up.

"That's a good time trust me," Timmie waved at the girls. "But of course you won't need swim trunks Y/n, you've never been to one of my pool parties," he grabbed a blunt from a random girl and handed it to me. "All of my parties have a twist but all of my pool parties start the same way."

I took a hit of the blunt and handed it back to him. "What way is that?"

"At eight everyone strips and this turns into a skinny dipping party."

I nodded and gave him a high five. "Hell yeahhh."

"I'll be telling everyone to strip very soon but in the meantime, go mingle."

I winked at him and instantly headed towards the group of girls who were a "good time".

"Your Y/n Y/ln right?" A blonde-haired girl asked.

I nodded and held out my hand. "Yes and you are?"

"Sara." She bit her lip.

And I already forgot.

Yeah because her name isn't Jasmine.

I rolled my eyes at my own thoughts and turned to the rest of the girls, studying one who caught my eye. "And the rest of you?"

They all said their names but I honestly wasn't listening as I held eye contact with the green-eyed girl. "And I'm Jasmine."

Oooh, but her name is Jasmine.

"Nice to meet you Jasmine." I bit my lip while shaking her hand.

"And looks like you were right Jaz she is only going for a specific type," one of the girls cut in. "Have fun you lucky bitch."

Her and the rest of the girls walked away eyeing me as I frowned at Jasmine. "A certain type?"

She nodded. "The paparazzi has been loving you and they realized something similar with every girl you take home- well to your hotel."

"Enlighten me." I leaned towards her.

"Either their Latina, their name is Jasmine, they have hazel eyes, or their tan."

So they either resemble Jasmine or Vanessa.

I scoffed. "Oh come on that's not a pattern."

"Really? You've slept with eleven girls in the past three weeks and each of them has had one or more of those qualities."

"Well, those are common traits."

Bullshit.

Dude.

She shook her head. "This is LA, common would be Sara, white, blonde, and plastic surgery."

I frowned. "Who the hell is Sara?"

Wow

She chuckled. "Like I thought."

"I just have a type and," I smirked. "You're it."

Gayyyy.

"Smooth."

Fucking liar.

"Well, I'm happy I finally have a chance." She placed her hand on my shoulder.

I glanced down at her hand and I started to feel uncomfortable. Maybe I shouldn't sleep with her.

You think?

What's going on?

I know, it only took three weeks to realize you're being a dick, this isn't us Y/n were better than that.

I don't even know where you came from.

"Hey, you okay?" The girl- um Jasmine asked.

I nodded. "Of course."

The music cut out and Timmie's voice sounded. "Ladies, gents, and whatever other genders there are here it is time to strip and show off your bodies!" Everyone cheered and people started to undress. "And if you have a problem with that then gtfo, whoooo!" He pulled off his shirt as the music started back up.

This kid is crazy.

I shook my head look back over at Jasmine.

I smirked at the look she was giving me as she pulled my head down. "I think I have a problem with stripping in front of everyone but, I'd be more comfortable if it was just the two of us."

Now that was smooth.

I chuckled. "Well we wouldn't want you to be uncomfortable," I grabbed her hand. "Let's go."

We walked towards the door and I caught a glimpse of Timmie who gave me a thumbs up.

Wait, go back to the party Y/n, I don't consent, we don't fucking consent!

Oh shut up.

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I pulled off her shirt as I laid her onto her back.

I started to kiss down her neck. "Mmm, they weren't lying your lips are amazing." She gripped the back of my head.

I paused. "They?"

Hoe.

She chuckled. "Yeah they, all of those girls you've been sleeping with."

I cleared my throat and roughly smashed my lips onto hers. Damn, I slept with that many girls?

I guess I have been acting out...a little bit.

A fucking little? Eleven girls, five drunken nights, ten hangovers...shall I continue?

I'm really fucking arguing with myself while making out with this beauty.

"You alright?"

I groaned and rolled off of her. "This is the third time I couldn't sleep with a girl because I've been stuck in my head."

She hummed. "I get it," she sat up. "Wanna talk about it?"

I bit my lip. "Nah, um can you-"

"Yup, um if you need to talk..."

"I have your number," I smiled softly. "Thanks."

She stood and pulled on her shirt. "And you should stop being so mean."

Hmm maybe I do like her.

"You think?"

"I know," she shrugged. "You've been acting like an asshole all over the internet, I'm assuming somethings going on."

I stood up and chuckled following her to the door. "Yeah a lot is, but I'm not in the mood to talk about it?"

"I completely understand."

Just push those thoughts away.

Like you pushed everyone away.

I sighed and cleared my throat. "Anyways, I'll see you later yeah?"

She bit her lip and grabbed the doorknob. "You got me all hot and bothered I better see you soon."

I chuckled as she pulled open the door. "Bye Jasmine."

"Bye- oh hi?"

My eyes widened as I saw a pissed off Vanessa. "Nessa?"

She gave me a fake smile. "Hi, your leaving yeah?"

"Oh yeah-"

"Bye." Vanessa stepped to the side and Jasmine glanced at me before walking out of the room.

"See you-"

Vanessa slammed the door on her face and she turned to me making me jump back. "H-hey."

She raised a brow and huffed. Next thing I know, a fist was connecting with my jaw.

I fell to the floor and gripped my jaw. "What the hell Vanessa?"

"I'm about to beat your ass."

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