The door slides shut, and I'm alone in the suite packing up my things.A part of me feels helpless and angry.I try Alessandro's number several times but he wasn't picking up. I pick my backpack and head out of the suite. The janitor glances at me and keeps up with his work.I hug my books to my chest,the irritation and anger settling in. It was absolute torture calling Alex as it keeps going into voice mail.
After some minutes,I walk out of the hotel with a pounding heart and sweaty palms.I heard that numerous paparazzi were outside waiting to catch a glimpse of Alejandro's rumored girlfriend.I stand outside for several seconds,my legs feel numb as I drag myself out of the hotel. The image of paparazzi suffocating victims with questions flashes through my mind. Keeping a tight grip on my bo
