It's currently 3:45 a.m, my phone received the 50th text from Trent. I swear to god this guy does not believe in beauty sleep.
I went home extra early from clubbing. I had to take a taxi for fucks sake.
Trent🫂
She hasn't replied yet!
I'm about to kick his ass, and I just got a manicure!
Trent has nonstop been going on about Gwen. All he talks about is Gwen. Gwen, Gwen, Gwen! Gwen this, Gwen that, Gwendolyn this, Gwendolyn that. I'm about to slap him across the face.
We're in Vegas. We are supposed to be relaxing, having fun. Trent isn't doing any of those things right now.
I've been thinking about signing him up for therapy, it's getting to the point he calls ME Gwen. I look nothing like Gwen! I act nothing like Gwen! He's obsessed. I'm actually here for him, unlike Gwen's ratty ass.
The phone rings. "Trent🫂". Fuck this dude. I pick up the call.
"Trent?" I say in an annoyed but tired voice.
"Listen man, I think I'm gonna go crazy! I've texted her for hours now! I think she blocked me." He sounded like he was crying.
I roll my eyes, trying to think of something nice to say in order not to hurt his feelings. I mean after all, he is my friend. I sigh, and speak up.
"Hey man, fuck her if she doesn't reply. You don't need her. You can live your life without a emo, goth, weirdo! There are plenty of hot ass Latinas and blondies out there to ride your dick. So do me a favor, get some sleep, go to the pharmacy, get some condoms, and hook up with some girl on the side of the road. Maybe even a gay guy. I don't care, just let me sleep. I have a modeling gig tomorrow. My first America shoot. My jawline needs to be perfect! So I'm going to sleep! Goodnight Trent."
Without another word, I hung up the phone. I set it back on my dresser and laid down. Maybe I need to stop taking that advice. Maybe I need to settle down. Nah, I'm not looking for a relationship, I don't need that. Nothing real.
I doze off, falling asleep, waking up not too long later due to my alarm..
7:30 a.m. Fuck you Trent! Wasn't it just 3 a.m?! I'm gonna get stress acne.
I get up and go to the kitchen, make some coffee, then look at what's new on my phone. "Local animal shelter in need of adoption."
Taking care of an animal can't be that hard. It'd give me a friend who isn't obsessed with Gwen.
Maybe I could do that when I get home, get a cat.
At least I'd have ONE friend who wasn't boy crazy. Or just plain crazy.
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