You and Alex were…needless to say, more than friends, in high school. Flings were an every weekend occurrence that happened between you two. His band was just starting off then, but now? He’s a rockstar. He has the world at his feet. He didn’t even reach out to you after all these years. Not that you expected him to, though.

Alex had admitted in multiple interviews that you were usually the woman who he sang about. You couldn’t tell if he was serious, but it seemed like he was. Did he mean it? Or was he just playing with your feelings now that he’s the century’s heartthrob?

One day, while you sat at the bar, a familiar scent fills your nose. Weed and leather haunts your senses and you look in the direction he sat. His slick back hair told you he was a changed man. The timid, awkward pain in the ass was back, but this time had more than two conquests on his belt.

He just kind of stared at you, not asking the bartender for a drink as his dark brown eyes burned into your skull.