But he's gone... I gave my wall a kick and threw my pillow in the air because I don't think my neighbors will appreciate gun sounds, ugh!! I felt f**king pissed at everything; suddenly my life seemed more complicated than it has ever been. I was losing my sanity; I always had my sanity; I always knew things, but I was suddenly f*cking lost, and everything was being given to me in pinches. I was getting very frustrated, and I knew self-control couldn't handle it. I needed something to release on, more like someone to punish for my anger, and I knew exactly where to find a punching bag. I walked into the base and picked on some old paparazzi who was caught stalking me the previous week; he had questionable information about me but refused to talk... I asked a few questions, then cut his finger and wrapped it in a tissue and gave it to him to chew up. I wasn't even here for the questions, just torture, but I couldn't go further as I got a call from my manager about another gig that was set without my consent. I was beyond angry, but I know for sure that I had bigger issues to worry about other than some screw-up that I'll never understand.
The weather was getting bad on my journey to my shooting location. I am seriously contemplating crying at this point because I hate the whole idea of working in the rain. The car suddenly stopped, and I gave a curse as I knew that I would not like whatever the driver would say as the rain began dropping. The car is officially having an issue that I can't help the tears welling in my eyes because it's suddenly starting to feel like I can't handle anything. I stepped out even as the rain started dropping heavily and spotted a car coming towards us; the driver waved continuously as we were "in a not so open" place facing the rain and a car fault. The car stopped, and Mr. Sean stepped out. I felt like going under the ground in embarrassment of getting help from him. I hated crossing paths with him, and it seems to be happening not even in my favor. He came with an umbrella and put it over me while leading me to his car and letting the driver handle the car issue. When we got into his car it was warm, and he said we couldn't go much further because of the heavy rain and had to crash somewhere close. "Being seen in a hotel with you might cause a scandal, and that won't be good for me right now, I said as I avoided his gaze. I wanted to be close to him because of the seal, not to smell his cologne or be in a very close space while staring at his green-colored eyes that seemed to be sucking in all my movements. I hated feeling anything below ruthless or powerful, and I am starting to grasp the fact that Mister Sean was comfortably doing that without trying much. " We got to the hotel, and I sat on the bed as he seemed to be busy with his phone. It was an awkward moment as I had a flashback of our kiss and decided that I must talk to the boss about our closeness. I needed to work on my own terms, not this puppy string that's messing with my system. My eyes darted around the room in search of nothing in particular. "You know you're very cute when you're nervous, right?" I heard the fine male say, I was tempted to give a sarcastic response but decided to ignore it and instead asked when we'll leave since my phone was off and I was without a car. I felt like a damsel in distress, but I know that's a lie... The chandelier that hung on the ceiling with yellow and peach light was giving Sean the glow as he typed away on his phone.
"Like what you see?"
I blinked twice, denying that it was me he was speaking with. I was not staring, but your eyes were everywhere, huh? He responded with a smug grin...
"You should stop acting like that; like, how??
Snubbing It's like one moment you're looking at me with stars in your eyes, and the next moment you do not want to hear about my existence; it's crazy. Why should I care, Sean?? We are colleges, and as long as I'm keeping my part of the deal, there's nothing to fantasize about. Stop whining like a little b*tch, and I don't think it's all what you mentioned. I think your little ego is hurt because you're used to having every female on her knees begging for your attention, but this time seems different, and you cannot just come to terms with that fact. Do you? You? You're hurt, and my attitude is only professional. I exhaled as I finished my ranting and walked out of the room...who is he to play judge? I whispereded yelled... suddenly someone was pressing my nose with what I presume is a handkerchief as I kicked my feet backward and released my elbow on the person in automatic self-defense..
But he's gone... I gave my wall a kick and threw my pillow in the air because I don't think my neighbors will appreciate gun sounds, ugh!! I felt f**king pissed at everything; suddenly my life seemed more complicated than it has ever been. I was losing my sanity; I always had my sanity; I always knew things, but I was suddenly f*cking lost, and everything was being given to me in pinches. I was getting very frustrated, and I knew self-control couldn't handle it. I needed something to release on, more like someone to punish for my anger, and I knew exactly where to find a punching bag. I walked into the base and picked on some old paparazzi who was caught stalking me the previous week; he had questionable information about me but refused to talk... I asked a few questions, then cut his finger and wrapped it in a tissue and gave it to him to chew up. I wasn't even here for the questions, just torture, but I couldn't go further as I got a call from my manager about another gig that was set without my consent. I was beyond angry, but I know for sure that I had bigger issues to worry about other than some screw-up that I'll never understand.
The weather was getting bad on my journey to my shooting location. I am seriously contemplating crying at this point because I hate the whole idea of working in the rain. The car suddenly stopped, and I gave a curse as I knew that I would not like whatever the driver would say as the rain began dropping. The car is officially having an issue that I can't help the tears welling in my eyes because it's suddenly starting to feel like I can't handle anything. I stepped out even as the rain started dropping heavily and spotted a car coming towards us; the driver waved continuously as we were "in a not so open" place facing the rain and a car fault. The car stopped, and Mr. Sean stepped out. I felt like going under the ground in embarrassment of getting help from him. I hated crossing paths with him, and it seems to be happening not even in my favor. He came with an umbrella and put it over me while leading me to his car and letting the driver handle the car issue. When we got into his car it was warm, and he said we couldn't go much further because of the heavy rain and had to crash somewhere close. "Being seen in a hotel with you might cause a scandal,, and that won't be good for me right now, I said as I avoided his gaze.. I wanted to be close to him because of the seal,, not to smell his cologne or be in a very close space while staringat his green-coloreded eyes that seemed to be sucking in all my movements. I hated feeling anything below ruthless or powerful,, and I am starting to grasp the fact that Mister Sean was comfortably doing that without trying much." We got to the hotel,, and I sat on the bed as he seemed to be busy with his phone.. It was an awkward moment as I had a flashback of our kiss and decided that I must talk to the boss about our closeness. I needed to work on my own terms,, not this puppy string that's messing with my system. My eyes darted around the room in search ofnothing in particular.. "You know you're very cute when you're nervous,, right?" I heard the fine male say, I was tempted to give a sarcastic response but decidedd to ignore it it and instead askedwhen we'll leave since my phone was off and I was without a car. I felt like a damsel in distress, but I know that's a lie... The chandelier that hung on the ceiling with yellow and peach light was giving Sean the glow as he typed away on his phone.
"Like what you see?"
I blinked twice, denying that it was me he was speaking with. I was not staring, but your eyes were everywhere, huh? He responded with a smug grin...
"You should stop acting like that; like, how??
Snubbing It's like one moment you're looking at me with stars in your eyes, and the next moment you do not want to hear about my existence; it's crazy. Why should I care, Sean?? We are colleges, and as long as I'm keeping my part of the deal, there's nothing to fantasize about. Stop whining like a little b*tch, and I don't think it's all what you mentioned. I think your little ego is hurt because you're used to having every female on her knees begging for your attention, but this time seems different, and you cannot just come to terms with that fact. Do you? You? You're hurt, and my attitude is only professional. I exhaled as I finished my ranting and walked out of the room...who is he to play judge? I whispered yelled... suddenly someone was pressing my nose with what I presume is a handkerchief as I kicked my feet backward and released my elbow on the person in automatic self-defense.