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Chapter 1 - Eugh

Eugh.

It was morning. I could feel the suns warmth on my face. I slowly opened my eyes and lifted my head from the pillow. Ow. The pain.

I sat up straight and put my hands on my aching head. Eugh. Not another hangover.

Oh, right, I haven't introduced myself. I'm Samantha Jones. Worldwide known pop-sensation. Won third place on the X-factor. Idolized by millions of fans. Blah blah blah. Whatever.

That isn't the important stuff. All you need to know is that I am not that girl anymore, and I don't want to either. Who even gives a damn? I drink. I smoke. I fuck. End of story. Capiche? Good.

Anyway, where was I... Oh right, a headache. Just like every morning.

After the pain had finally calmed a bit I looked around. I was in my bed at my mansion house. At least I wasn't sleeping on the street this time. I looked at the clock. 2 PM. Okay, that means I have 7 hours until the next party.

I tried to stand up but I lost my balance and fell straight back down on my bed gripping my head even tighter than before. Eugh!

"You alright?" A voice next to me asks.

I turned around to see David, my friend, in my bed. "Fine." I told him, and stood up again.

I stumbled to the bathroom and got the pain killer pills ready. Then I just popped 2 of them down and ad a glass of water afterwards. This should do it.

I looked up to the mirror. Holy balls, I looked like a mess. My white bleached hair was all over the place and I sort of looked like a panda. I quickly cleaned away the black smudges around my eyes before going back to my room to find some clothes. Yes, I had only noticed now that I was half-naked.

I came back in to see David sitting up and stretching on my bed. I stood there for a while as I adored his beautiful upper body. It was just yum. He looked over at me and smiled.

"I'm going to go make some coffee." He said as he stood up and put his clothes on. Then he walked in my direction and before leaving to the kitchen, he held me close and gave me a kiss.

Okay, we were kinda more than friends. But we weren't in a relationship either. I guess we were just friends with benefits, and that's okay, because like everyone has one nowadays.

I put on a long black t-shirt and followed him downstairs.

David was already pouring the coffee into two cups and placed one on the bar for me. I took a seat and slowly started sipping my drink. I liked it black.

I drank it slowly, feeling my cold and soul-less body become warmer. Still nothing. 

Ever since I got a record deal from the X-factor all of my dreams came true. But after a while, there are no dreams anymore. You have everything, you have done everything. There is nothing left in the world that makes your heart race, that makes your palms sweat. You know? The excitement, the nervousness. It is all gone. There is nothing left to do anymore. So it turned me from America's little darling, to America’s nasty skank. Oh well. 

I was woken from my day dream when my phone rang. It was lying on the kitchen counter. I didn't even bother checking who it was. I knew. 

"Aren't you going to get that?" David asked me. 

I shrugged, ignoring the phone. 

"Don’t you want to know who it is?” David picked up my phone, hiding the name. He liked to make games out of everything.

“It’s Markus, isn’t it?” I smiled at him. He hated to lose.

The ringing stopped and he put the phone back down. “You can’t ignore him forever Sams. He is your manager after all.”