'Cause all you ever do is chant the same old mantra'

I thought leaving Tate would mean a sinking feeling of regret, the kind that would pull at my chest. What I felt was the complete opposite. Sleeping with Tate had liberated me. Because I had only slept with fuckface, it was like I was now free from him and his hold over me.

I had fallen out of love with him along time ago, but it was sort of like he had tainted being physically intimate for me. Tate had diminished that in one night. I knew my demons were still bouncing around at the back of my head, but now it was like they no longer had free roam of my mind.

I felt happy. Something I hadn't felt in a long time. It was more than just happiness though; it was this energy that had come from nowhere. For months and months, I found it even hard to get out of bed. Now even my skin felt like it was glowing.

New job, new dick, new life.

A mantra for the broken, single girls could conquer the world with that hanging above their bed. And that's exactly how I felt, like I could conquer the world.

I felt it when I made my morning coffee, dark with just a splash of milk. I felt it when I prepared my camera whilst screaming at the top of my lungs to all my favourite tunes. I felt it when I walked with a bounce in my step across the university grounds, looking for the right section.

I felt it right up until I met him.

His dark hair that matched mine, and his lips that made all the right shapes when he spoke. Not that he said much, he mainly just stared, but then so did I. But his eyes. Just like coffee. Well, just like the sort of coffee I like; dark with a hint of milk. His dark, creamy brown eyes that stared into mine.

The feeling of conquering the world slipped away when my hand slipped into his. Then I could only feel him, and the tingling sensation that came from touching his skin.

Get a grip Bella, it's just a hand! What had Chantelle called him the other night? A fuckable God? Well, I'm sure this has to be the guy she was talking about, and by the look she has in her eye, it must be. She has her fuck me goggles on as she watches him.

He isn't usually my type, not the light hair and blue eyes I usually find myself staring at. Something about Tyson manages to steal my breath though, and as soon as he is walking off with Chantelle, it's almost like the demons jump a space forward in my head.

This can't be good.

We steal glances at each other from across the room, but all too soon I need to set up in a separate area, and begin taking photos of all the cast members. I was lucky enough to be offered to film their show, come opening night as well.

As a guy I had already forgotten the name of leaves, Tyson enters. I suck in a deep breath, knowing full well that I need my lungs full around him.

"Take a seat," I say a little too high pitched, while pointing at the stool.

"Thanks," he smiles politely, but I notice him swallow, I also swallow at my sudden dry mouth.

I try to focus on what I am meant to be doing, but my hands lightly tremble around the camera.

"Why photography?" He asks.

"It's always been a passion, when I was three, I got my first cheap disposable camera, since then I haven't been able to put them down. Turn to the side now," I ask.

He does what I say and turns to the side. "Why acting?" I decide to ask him back.

"It's the only thing I'm good at," he says simply. Somehow, I doubt that. I shake my head to get rid of my dirty thoughts. "What?" He asks as I shake my head.

I cough, "Nothing, so do you actually enjoy it though?"

"Yeah I do, being on stage is the best rush."

I nod my head as I adjust the lens. "Are you always the one behind the camera?" He asks.

"Always," I say as I place my camera down, I had more than enough pictures of him.

"That's a shame," he says and I frown.

"How so?" I awkwardly try to find a place for my hands, without the camera I always felt a bit naked.

"Surely someone has wanted to capture those eyes before," he smiles this sexy smile that makes my legs feel lighter than they are, and then he leaves.

I exhale a huge breath that I didn't realise I had been holding.

Chantelle comes running in next, she grabs my arms and spins me around. "See! What did I tell you! A complete fuckable God!"