It was one stupid, pathetic, pity kiss. And that's all.
I can't believe at the time I thought it ment anything to him, I mean he can get whoever he wants and apparently that would be some supermodel who looks fat compared to me despite her bony figure.
I just can't stop thinking about that night.
It seems like a dream and maybe it was and maybe the number in my phone isn't his but some other boy of the same name but I've got the picture, its all over the internet.
Everyone thinks its so cool but I only hate myself more when I see it because people will always ask why he dumped me or why I dumped him when in reality we were never dating in the first place.
It was just a kiss, a makeout really, a fling for one night.
That's all. But people believe what they want to.
I just wish I could find the strength to call or even a measley text "hey" but I'm a chicken, a wimp.
I won't do it.
I'm afraid he'll reject me, I was a mistake.
That kiss could've really hurt his reputation.
There's too many pictures out of me and him from that night.
I had only met him that night after the concert and I'm a stupid fangirl who would do anything for him but when he kissed me, my FIRST kiss, I nearly fainted.
It turned into a makeout quick and somehow a paparazzi found us and snapped some pictures, we both hadn't had a clue to this fact.
And he easily left that night, I was obviously some nothing although he gave me his number, I knew he really didn't care.
Well until tonight.
Because of the one small fact.
He didn't have my phone number, no way of contacting me even if he wanted to.
All he had was my name, Emmaline Lorieli.
Tonight of all nights I found the random strength to call him.
The phone rang, rang, rang and all to quickly I heard his breath taking voice saying "Hello?" into the reciever.
All I can muster is "Justin?"