Tell Your Friends [Martin Garrix]

Chapter 4 | ✓

Marcus.

Venom is running through his voice, but it will never work for me. Not anymore.

''What the fuck is what you say?! What the fuck?! Don't you think that I should say that? You are son of a bitch, Marcus. Never talk to me ever again!'' I scream into the phone, while getting out of bed. He woke me up completely, as well as completely ruining my mood.

''Why are in the club with fucking Martin Garrix?''

''It's none of your business!''

''It is! You are my fucking girlfriend! Why the fuck are you at Ultra anyway?''

''Listen up, piece of shit. I am not your girlfriend and don't you dare calling me that ever again. Understood? You should have thought before making out with that slut at a party and then calling me a whore and humiliating! You listening to me? I hope you do, because you can tell Sydney and Lynn to forget about me forever.''

''What the...''

''Bye, Marcus. Enjoy spending time with everyone, except me!''

I end the call. Tears start slowly streaming down my face, I am feeling terrible. Shivers electrocute my body, making me want to hide from society and forget about everything.

Cheer up, it's Ultra today.

I get into the shower, while listening to some Martin Garrix songs which I have successfully bought on iTunes, after the set. Hot water streams down my body, as I stand frozen in the shower, not wanting to do anything.

How could Marcus be such a piece of shit? It's like he doesn't care what he does and doesn't even think about it. He does what he thinks is the best choice, not thinking about the consequences.

While drying my hair, I get a thousand notifications on my phone. I check my twitter first, looking at my page. As I scroll under comments like: ''you're so cute together'', ''aaaw'' and heart emojis. The most intriguing thing is that they are people that I don't even know.

Finally, after a few minutes of rapid scrolling, I find a photo of me and Martin Garrix reposted onto my page. It's just like the one, which I have on my phone. The one, that was taken at the backstage party.

The comment above the photo states:

@MartinGarrix: At the backstage party.

My page's followers rose up to twenty thousands. Twenty thousands! I had three hundred and now it is twenty thousands. What is happening?

I leave my phone and go to get dressed. I choose jean shorts and a top that says: music is my boyfriend. It's one of my favorite, because it summarizes me perfectly - I can't live without music.

Opening the bag that I took with me yesterday, I find a tiny piece of paper with some numbers written on it. It takes me a while to understand that it's a phone number, Martin's phone number.

Before we separated to our rooms, he gave me his number in the lift, because he said that I am cool and he would like to hangout with me sometime. I don't think that it's the best time to call, considering that it's quite early and that we stayed up all night. Well, most of the night.

The weather is perfect again, but my mood is somewhat ruined, so I decide to stay in for now. At least until Ultra starts. The lineup is not the best today, at the beginning though. The best ones start at 18:00, so I will go then.

I lie on my bed, switching from channel to channel in order to find something nice. The music channels show some sets of yesterday's DJ. I notice Julian Jordan and Kygo, the ones that I listened to yesterday.