Chapter 2 The Note

I sat on the floor leaning on the pole. I couldn't believe my stupidity, I can't believe I met him - My celeb crush when I was drunk and I messed things up.

I've always imagined our first encounter to be marvellous, who knew it will turn out like this.

I smacked my forehead repeatedly, then groaned angrily as I looked at the arena I was thrown away from. Gosh this is so annoying, I'm so angry! I almost pulled my hair out.

“Hey hey! Juli stop!” Chase stopped me on time. Who knows what would have happened if he didn't. I would have  actually destroyed my hair

“What do you think you're doing?

“Pulling my hair out” I retorted pouting

“Come on, let me take you home. You're drunk” he said trying to help me up, I pushed his hands away and got up by myself

“I'm very fine now! I believe very well, that I am no more drunk, I'm sober now” I staggered a bit as I got up, but Chase supported me.

Gosh, I can't remember anything, I remember going to a club with Chase how did I even get here?

Jeez, how I wished I didn't even come here, I still feel awful

“How did I get here?” I asked him as we strolled away from the red carpet event.

He paused and looked at me saying “Wait! Do you mean you don't remember anything?” he asked vaguely and I nodded with a raised brow

“Is there something, I'm supposed to remember?”

“Nope, not at all. Let's just go home” he said and I sighed.

We boarded a taxi and he dropped me off

“Bye” I waved at him as he drove off.

“Iris better not be sleeping, she needs to listen to my predicaments - which was so so so… ugh” I groaned.

I reached into my pockets to carry my phone, but it wasn't there.

What the…! My phone! No no I just got it, it can't be missing. I turned all my pockets inside out, I looked at the floor and my side purse and I couldn't still find it. At least my purse is still with me.

No no no, I'm so dead, I finally bought the recent model with a quarter of my savings and now it's missing, I need to find it.

I boarded a taxi to the club, that's the last place I think I remember using my phone. Gosh, but where could it be? I checked the counter, the tables and couches.

Hold on, ohh no! What if someone took it? Darn. Or maybe it was at the red-carpet I dropped it or the taxi we boarded.  Darn it, there are so many options and I don't know which one, I'll have to find it.

I got out of the club angrily, but even if I want to check all those places, I'll only be lucky if someone didn't take it first. And jeez, how will I even check taxi.

That's it, no hope for finding it, it's gone I've lost it. As I was walking, I stepped on something close to the pole beside the club. I checked it out and it was my phone, the screen had been destroyed, it looked like someone with a thin heels stepped on it.

Gosh! I removed the SIM card and tossed it away, it's of no use now.

I went to the stairs close to a little flower port besides the streets and sat down cupping my chin. Could this day get any worse.

Then Dexter popped into my mind and I pouted, Why was our first encounter so horrible. I need to apologize to this guy.

I've watched movies how celebrities falls in love with commoners, though they always have a rough start. Maybe what just happened isn't bad after all, it could still work out for me. I squealed inwardly

Luckily for me, there was a store nearby. I bought a small notebook then returned to where I sat. I tore from it and scribbled down something.

‘Sorry for messing your suit’ I wrote down then plucked 4 shoot of flowers and went to the red-carpet. I put them in my coat.

I'll need to go through backdoor but the guards are always there, how do I get pass them.

I saw people delivering something and passing through the backdoor, I'll pretend to be one of them. When the last person carried, and no one was near the van, I carried a package as well in a way that hid my face. I walked calmly and approached the guard.

“Your ID ma'am” They are checking ID's? Darn.

“Eh eh.. Humble Sir, I forgot it in our van, l'll get it next time I want to drop another package” I chuckled nervously and rushed to the door and his hands blocked me.

“Sorry ma'am, No ID, no entry” he pointed out and I sighed with a bleak look, returning the package to the van. I went away from the van, now how will I give him this gift.

Just then I saw an angry man coming out from the backstage shouting to someone on the phone

“What's that all about!” I furrowed my brows

“Get the damn clothes now!” he barked as he approached the roadside.

Oops it's my fault, I'm sure he's talking about Dexter. Maybe that's his manager or something. I'll give him instead.

Oh gosh please don't shout at me.

I approached him and suddenly heard him screaming “One crazy girl ruined his shirt” I paused and I went back quickly.

“I think I'll talk to him when he's done” I chuckled nervously

I waited silently and patiently until he was done calling, cause I can't disturb him in that state. When it looked like he was calmed I approached him.

“Good evening Sir” I greeted and he immediately turned back angrily. He's still mad. I gotta hurry.

He looked at me narrowing his eyes maybe trying to recall where he saw me which I definitely don't want to happen.

I hurriedly handed over the flower and note to him

“Please Give Dexter for me, I feel bad for what that Crazy girl did to his shirt. I am a fan! ” I said chickening out and ran away quickly without turning back.

Hew! what a relief, at least a weight was lifted off my shoulder.

I boarded a taxi back home. Gosh, I wonder what the time is? I'm sure it's midnight already.

Mom and Iris must be asleep now. Yeah, Iris lives with us as well.

I gently opened the door and checked the wall clock hanging in the living room

“Whoa-o, it was 3am” That's so late, I need a nap. I closed the door and went straight to my room but tripped on my pillow and fell landing flat on my stomach.

“Ouch” I grimaced.

Hold on, why is my pillow on the floor. Then suddenly I gagged. Oh no, oh no.

I rushed to the bathroom and puked.

Oh no, That's the disadvantage of getting drunk, the puking…