Thoughts

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    I arrived and sat in my car. I picked up my phone and saw that I had missed 3 calls from Marcus. I debated calling him back and just decided to be "asleep". I got out into the cold weather, got my things from the back, and headed towards my room. 

    I opened the door and dropped my things to the side. I checked my phone...nothing...and tossed it onto the bed. I decided to go shower, so I walked to my bags, got a towel and stepped into the tiny bathroom. Oh, how I hate hotel showers. I ran the water and hopped in as soon as it ran warm. Then...my mind was attacked with all these rediculous thoughts. 

    You know when you're waiting on a text or call from a crush and it hasn't come yet, so you just start thinking the complete worse of everything. Yeah, well...this was me. Waiting to hear from Justin freaking Bieber! I swear I was going crazy in there. 

    What if he thought I was too clingy? What if he though I was too standoff-ish? What if his senses finally came to and he realized that I was just another obsessive fan? What if he thought I was a bad kisser...?

     Then...Just as the water ran cold...I thought of the most reasonable explination for Justin's delay. I cut the water off and stepped out of the shower. I wrapped my body and hair with a towel and walked over to the bed. I picked my phone up...Still nothing but a notification that it was dying. I literally threw it on the bed and stumbled over to the mirror. 

    AsI looked at myself, the thought came back. What if he did this with all the One Less Lonely Girls? Made them obsess over him and not be able to bear being apart from him. They'd buy all these tickets to be able to see and talk to him. It was all an evil plan and I was a part of it. Not only does he get the money, but he gets free sex all the time! He was too perfect at flirting. Obviously he had had a lot of practice. He made me kiss him without a second thought.

     I locked my door and flipped all of the lights off. I sat on the edge of the bed and set an alarm for 9 a.m. I streched out and pulled the soft covers over my body. 

    He made me cheat on my boy friend of almost 5 years...What have I done?

   I settled my mind and fell into a hard, much needed slumber.

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