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32. norolemodelz

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norolemodelz

I rose off of her and sighed sadly. I looked around the floor for my pants, still wearing her shirt.

"So, same time tomorrow?" I whirled around and looked at her. "Uh.." I started looking down at the bed.

"No," I whispered. She lowered her eyebrows, sliding on her bra. "Why, I'm gonna need some before I leave for tour. It's not like there are really real feelings here."

My heart was spiked. "Yeah, that's the thing." I murmured, putting on my socks and shoes.

"What? Do I need to start paying you? I can—"

"Not that, gosh. I'm not a fucking prostitute." I let my hair down from my ponytail. "Then what's up." She tilted back on her pillows.

"Billie, I can't keep sleeping with you if nothing's coming out of it. I want something serious, not something fun for just you." I brushed some hair behind my ear, my eyes getting a little wet.

"I thought you were having fun.." She viewed me up and down as I looked up at the ceiling. Dear god. I shook my head.

"You know I don't do relationships." She points out for the 6th time this month. I rested my face in my hands and groaned.

"That's the fucking point!" I yelled feeling a few tears tumble down my face. "Okay, but why are you upset? You said you don't either.."

I sniffed. "I know, but then we got really close." She laughed. "All we do is fuck, you're crazy.." She got up off the bed as I stood up.

"Are you fucking dumb?!" My voice shattered causing a small sob to break my words. She stopped moving and gazed at me and lightly rolled her eyes with a small chuckle.

"Anyways, before you leave I'm gonna need my shirt back." I glared at her in the harshest way. I wiped my eye noticing the smudge of mascara on my finger.

I lifted her shirt off of my body and threw it at her.

"Fuck you," I muttered before snatching my shit, leaving her apartment.

j cole anyone??