I Used To Date A Rockstar

Yo, guys, Helly barged in bitching about stress from some personal shit, and I clocked right away something was off. She clammed up, wouldn't spill, but damn if I wasn't hooked from the jump. I hit her with, 'Hey, clear your head, ditch the worries.' She lit up when I mentioned my tricks for unwinding those tight-ass nerves, though I bet she had zero clue what I was packing. Fair warning, right? She finally cracks and drops the bomb: her dude, Johnny Black. I feed her the line that he's hitched now, and boom—she loses her shit! Ha, a slick fib like that? Pure gold. Next thing, we're plotting payback, and get this, she's the mastermind. Rare treat when the chick calls the shots! We whip up this video, and holy hell, she unleashes—screaming her lungs out like a wildcat. Me? Just the sly fox pulling strings. Sneaky bastard supreme.