Out of My Mind (Book 2)

Chapter Two

He's here.

It's been five years.

It's been five fucking years.

The next time we're both in LA, I'll try to find you.

Did it really take five fucking years for you find me, Colton?

It didn't matter whether I blocked my kitchen off to Mason or Kara, they wouldn't give me his number and his parents? Martin and Grace moved.

They moved to only the Holy Lord knows where.

The moment I finished high school in Minnesota, I came right back to Los Angeles and found an apartment.

I had applied to UCLA in my senior year and I came back for college with UCLA being a priority.

When I had gotten back, I went to the Grey residence, and in the front were two little girls playing in the front yard with their mother with them.

Martin and Grace don't live there.

My house? It had a "For Sale" sign up in front.

I wanted to cry the minute I took a look at those houses.

I didn't. I drove straight back to my apartment and let it out then. The only person to pop into my head was Colton.

What was even better? This apartment complex was next to Santa Monica Pier so I got a view so trust me when I say that a day never passed without thinking about Colton.

A waitress had come up and asked for our drinks.

Everybody had ordered an iced tea while I ordered a water.

When I said "water", Colton looked at me as if I was an alien from another galaxy.

Five years ago, I drank way too much Mountain Dew or Sprite.

Fatass.

Even when I go on Twitter, there's hate on there but one question I'm wondering is "What did I do wrong?"

Did I insult them?

Are my opinions too fucking strong for them to handle?

Did I direct something on them that they didn't like?

I get that people don't agree with me, but what right gives them the authority to decrease someone's self-esteem for the simple fact that they don't agree?

I didn't like a lot of other celebrities opinions but I didn't send them anything because they didn't ever give me a valid reason to hate on them. I didn't know them.

I know some now, and I didn't like their opinions but that didn't mean that I was supposed to hate them.

And I didn't.

I knew Colton.

It's been five years.

What's he like now? He's a celebrity as well. Did his taste change? Did he ever get another girlfriend? Did his personality differ slightly?

I don't know.

I don't know what changed about him in the five years.

But I still love him.

Colton and I don't talk.

Our managers do.

We hear everything they say.

They're talking about how we need to have private dinners and if all goes well, that's when the public can have a peek. We get to see their reaction on it and if it's a bust? The relationship ends. It's done.