MELISSA'S POV
My phone lit up again.
This time, it wasn’t a message. It was a call from Xavier.
I stared at his name flashing across the screen. Part of me wanted to ignore it, let it ring into nothing. But curiosity—or maybe frustration—won. I answered.
“What?” I said flatly.
“Well, that’s a warm welcome,” he replied.
“I’m not in the mood for games, Xavier,so say what you want to say and let's end this conversation right now, I've got a lot of things to do and right now isn't the time for chitchat.”
He chuckled. “Relax. I just wanted to say congrats again.”
“Congrats for what exactly?” I leaned back on the couch, eyes rolling toward the ceiling. “The fake relationship? Or maybe the chaos that follows you everywhere you go? Or maybe you're relishing in the fake game and fame but
