As I’m waiting for the bath, I tap into my phone and add a gift reminder in my calendar. She likes candles and chocolate. Just because I am in exile, doesn’t mean that I’m totally cut off from the world.
Rock’s words suddenly flash through my head. This…this can’t happen.
Urgh. Kill me now.
I don’t think I’ve ever been more embarrassed in my entire life, aside from, you know, my ex cheating on me on national television. That’s kind of hard to live down.
I need to keep myself busy while I’m here, I realize. And stay out of trouble.
I can’t be moping around thinking about Dylan. He’s not worth it.
That’s just being a victim. All of this media and speculation has made me realize that I was never really in love with him. I liked him, but it wasn’t love.
Or maybe that’s just something that exists in the movies or in romance books. It’s not like Dylan was rushing in on a white horse or asking me to marry him. We didn’t even live together. I almost snort at the idea. As if that could ever happen. He’s way too focused on his own appearance to share a bathroom with me.
All of these things I already knew, but I decided to look past it. Ignoring the red flags, because that is what most guys in LA are like. When a man takes longer than you to get ready, that says a lot.
And now Rock thinks I’m a total loser. Not that I give a shit what he thinks.
I text Tara.
Me
This blows
I wait for a couple of minutes and then I see the gray bubble appear.
Tara
oh, no, what happened?
Me
My new security guy is a douchebag – and he’s a biker
Tara
A biker?
Me
It’s a long story
Tara
I thought you said he was cute… What happened?
I texted Tara earlier, letting her know how hot Rock was, and how this wasn’t going to be a hardship at all. It looks like I jumped the gun on that one.
Even though she’s my best friend, I still feel weird about telling her the whole story. It’s lame.
Me
Nothing I’m just bored
Tara
Spill