VOGUE MSGS - JB/SG

[61]; it will

Selena's p.o.v

"Really?" I say into the phone with Raquelle and Theresa.

"Yes!" they both say at once, their voices sounding harmonized.

"I can't believe he actually flew there in hopes of seeing me," I say in a state of shock, each word coming out as if I'm out of breath.

"We're sorry that we told him. I know you didn't want us telling anyone. But, the guy was going to stalk us, I didn't want to have the cops get involved." Theresa laughs, but soon her laughter stops when I don't laugh along.

"Selena, you okay?" Raquelle asks, making me shake my head to try and get rid of the thoughts of Justin in mind at the moment.

I clear my throat. "Yes, I'm okay."

"Okay," Raquelle replies, seemingly not convinced though she doesn't push the subject any further.

"How is Paris?" Theresa asks, jumping onto a new topic.

"Great," I answer not really wanting to converse right now. "Hey, I have to go. I got some things to do right now. Miss and love you both, bye." I hang up before they can even say a word back.

I sink into my couch, feeling upset and a little guilty.

I took the offer to be working in Paris. I must say that this is something I never thought I'd be able to do. Vogue Paris? God, that's crazy.

I didn't want to take this at first because of Justin. But after what he did to me, I thought it was better to just start over.

I'm still in shock and my emotions are getting the best of me right now. Tears slip away from my eyes. I can't help but cry right now.

My hands wipe away tears that are continuously falling.

"Ugh!" I scream out loud, annoyed.

I didn't think it was this hard to get over a guy I never even met. Why did I do this to myself? I shouldn't even be crying, he did me wrong.

He should be the one to cry because he lost me, a fucking queen.

My tears roll down my face even more, impossible to stop.

Heartbreaks are hard to mend. This one is definitely hard. And if it's meant to happen, it will.