HURT

My name is Roseanne Martinez,but most people refer to me as Rose or Rosie. I was in love. Actually I still am. He never loved me back though. He was just another popstar,that likes to crush hearts. I should have seen through his perfect reputation. No one ever threw him hate. Even if he broke their hearts,they just pretended it was their fault. I don’t think I can do that. No,I won’t, I cannot! I will make a mess of his facade,I will make a mockery of him! He will not win this game. He picked the wrong player to knock down,now he WILL pay the price. I just wonder how long he will try to stay on top. I will be on top in the end. Or will I? Read on and find out!
A/N: This is sucky,sorry. I personally think the story is actually better. Please read it,it would mean a lot to me!

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3. Play Time

  I watched him for hours, from the safety of my car. The whole time I watched sad songs played from the radio. After the third hour of sitting the one song I did not want to come to come came on, More Than This. I quickly changed the station and high-tailed it out of there, shaking violently the whole way. I will get my revenge. I just need more time.

  I had gotten a lot of information today, it was very valuable. He went to Starbucks on Maine, every day at 10:00 A.M. and 5:00 P.M. He always got a cup of Hazel Nut coffee, which evidently is my favorite. One cream, two sugars, and three girls behind the counter staring at him googly eyed.

  Walking out today he smiled his signature heart-stopping smile as a small golden retriever sashayed by. I shook my head wondering why he kept up the I’m-such-a-wonderful-angel facade. I would visit the studio tomorrow and see……

~ The Next Day~  

  Today I visited the studio. He was there recording, just as he is every Tuesday. I watched silently as he sung the high note perfectly. I fought the urge to run in kiss his sculptured lips. It was his angelic voice, his hypnotic eyes. I won the struggle and continued to watch.

  When he finished his small recording session, the new girl came in. A.K.A. his new girlfriend. They kissed and in the heat of the moment his shirt flew off. She stumbled back, and what looked like screamed. They looked as though they started fighting, he still topless.

  As she stormed out, red faced, he glanced at the window. He then did a double take, realizing I was perched there like a stalker. It awkward as I ran out.

  He followed, right on my heels,sprinting. He grabbed my wrist, pulling me to a stop. I turn around enraged. He looked at me shocked, as I stood and and motionless.

He stuttered nervously " I-I……."

"Save it Tomlinson!" I hollered storming out, straight to my car.

 The same way his other girl did, but I had a valid reason. As I pulled out I watched his fading figure in the mirror. He stood still not moving his shirtless torso even the slightest inch. He shivered,crying as I drove off into the distance.

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