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Chapter 09

Christina's pov

I have been texting this guy for hours last night until I fell asleep - this has been going on for days actually - and the more we talk the more I keep wondering something. This guy is so obsessed with Alexis, that it feels almost weird. I Know I'm sort of obsessed with her too, like who isn't! I mean, she is practically famous on social media. Everyone loves her. But this guy seems to be in too deep with her, but I just can't piece together what exactly is going on.

If ever there is something going on. Maybe I'm just being my paranoid self. I mean, who doesn't have social media stalkers and Fanboys/fangirls. I probably have a few thousand, though I bet Lexi has about a million more. Even though she deactivated all her previous accounts for a very odd reason, she's still some kind of superstar.

I adore her. She is so strong and free-spirited. Alexis has a determination in her that I envy so much. She told me that this year, she's going back to living the life that she'd always wanted to. Whatever that meant, I think it has a lot to do with her break up with her previous boyfriend. I keep forgetting his name but damn, he was hot. I wonder where he disappeared to.

It's weird, how they both left social media at the same time. Like they decided together that since their relationship was over, there was no need to keep their accounts running. It's kinda sad if you think about it. Celebrity relationships never really last anyway. I just hope Lexi finds someone to make her happy again.

Anyway, back to this weird guy texting me. I don't really know much about him. All I know is, he used to go to the same high school as Lexi and had always had a crush on her since forever but never really got to tell her. I guess he is one of those boys who just can't find the courage to voice their feelings. It so happened that they graduated and he got separated from her as they chose different tertiary paths.

We've been in contact ever since I posted that first picture of Alexis and me on the first day of school. Every day after that, he keeps messaging me, always asking about how Lexi was doing and what she was doing. You know, the usual questions someone would ask to aid their obsession with something or someone. Nothing out of the ordinary, right?

But due to my paranoia, I refused to tell him where exactly Alexis is. Not like I knew where she lived, because even though we were friends, I haven't really visited her house yet. I just never told him which college we are or anything like that. At least, I don't think I did.

It's still so weird though. I thought as I stared at the new message he sent me first thing in the morning. I opened my Facebook messenger as soon as my eyes adjusted to the light of my bedroom.

"Hi! 😉
-#Star_Boy"

I sighed as I dropped my phone on my pillow and went to the bathroom. It's way too early for a conversation with this creep.

His pov

I was doing everything in my power to keep myself in a good mood today. Because today is the day I finally set out on my quest to do the one thing I have always wanted to do ever since I left. I'm going to find her. But I had a few hours to kill before my flight was ready and my bags were packed.

I had my stereo system turned up high, blasting my hit songs through its speakers. I just had a plate full of pancakes and eggs from my private help. She's the best! I was writing down some brand new lines for my new award-winning the album. And I just sent my first text of the afternoon to the dumb bitch who is no doubt going to lead me straight to my princess. Wherever she is hiding, I will find her and she'll be mine again.

I've been searching for her for so long, regretting every day, my stupid decisions. But I had no choice, I had to do it. I couldn't stay there, not after what I did. I know I messed up. I messed up real bad. I'm probably on a wanted list by now. That wasn't what worried me though. My name was probably on the list, but which one of them? You probably need some time to think about that. But I promise to make everything better once I get back. I swear on my Foster Mom's life I will.

The door to my studio was rudely opened without a knock and my mistake of a right hand walked in. "Hi, boss!"

"What do you want to Steve?" I said without looking in his direction. I needed to get these lyrics down before I lost them.

"Your private jet will be ready in about five minutes, sir." He replied timidly.

That was quick, it's only noon. "Great, thanks for the heads up," I said, exercising my patience.

His footsteps told me he was heading back to the door, but then they stopped, making me look up in curiosity.
"Boss."

"Yes?" I answered slightly pissed at his presence.

"Aren't you going to get your stuff ready to leave?" The question made me want to snap his neck in two.

I gritted my teeth. "What the f'ck do I hire people for!" I didn't shout, but it made no difference. He ended up flinching anyway.

"Oh, okay." He said hurriedly, opening the doors to go. I sighed relieved, but it was all in vain as his annoying voice came back to haunt me.

"Umm, boss?"

"WHAT!" I yelled, my fist crumpling the notepad I had with my lyrics.

"The chick from the club last night is still in your penthouse. Wwwhat should I do with her?" Steve stammered.

"Get her out!" I screamed unnecessarily. It was uncalled for, I know, but I really wanted some alone time right now and he was making it so damn hard to come by. "Take that bitch to your place, or anywhere as long as it's nowhere near me or mine."

"Okay boss."

The door clicked shut and I took out my frustration on the chair I was lounging on. I threw it against the nearest wall and began kicking the poor thing as I muttered curses under my breath angrily. My phone went off and pulled me out of my temper tantrum and I began to reply to Chris's message.