"Stop with that shit, Selena." I mumbled quietly, as she held up her phone at my face for the third time. She could only giggle and snap more photos of me. I had the urge to slap the fucking thing out of her pretty little manicured hands, but I stopped. An act of aggression would make the relationship look faker than it already is.
Selena pouted and bounced on my lap, making me groan out loud. "C'mon, Mak." Her stupid nickname for me made me frown. No one calls me Makkonen, nonetheless anything closely related to it. I rolled my eyes, focusing my gaze onto the airplane seat window, watching the clouds roll by and the people below. "Smile for Instagram! If I post a cute pic of you maybe I'll get more likes than Beyonce's post about her twins!"
Ever since I broke up with Bella things have been good and bad. My music was selling, people were generally happy about my music videos, and Beyonce got a couple of Grammys. But my record company started blabbing about how I needed a new source of promo now that the hottest model on the block was out of my life (I still text her sometimes). It's not like I dated Bella because of her money or because she wanted to be a model. I loved her.
I think this entire public relationship stunt is still bullshit, but I'm stuck with this goddamn white washed Latina who can't act, dance, or sing for shit anyway. The problem is everyone seems to buy it. I'm just praying to God someone fucking realizes this shit is fake and take me outta my misery. "So, where are we going?" Selena finally crawled off my lap. I rolled my eyes again.
"I told you for the millionth time. You're going to New York. I'm going to Toronto. Capiche?" I didn't want to spend another moment with her. It seemed like God heard my prayers once I heard the captain of my private jet say that we'd be landing in NYC soon. Then I'd be going back home for the first damn time in four years.
I couldn't help but wonder how things changed.
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Remedy // The Weeknd
Fiksi Penggemarrem·e·dy (ˈremədē) verb - set right (an undesirable situation). "by the time a problem becomes patently obvious, it may be almost too late to remedy it" Katya is broken. Abel tears himself apart to fix the mess he made.
