#onwillpowr

“If you hate me,” Gage said, voice low eyes still on hers, “then why do you keep coming back?” Letting go of her wrist now, searching her face like he was looking for the right answer. “What do you want from me?”

declan groaned dramatically as he he let himself fall down on callie's hotel bed, she was currently sitting opposite at the desk. they were in her motel room, and in front of her was declan's mac and she was currently browsing the photos he had taken of the band. "oh my god, shit or get off the pot. you've looked through the images a hundred times already. just pick a few of them i can post." declan had imagined being on tour would be fun, he enjoyed his work. what he didn't enjoy was callie going through the photos he had taken a million times like they weren't good enough. he had also taken on the responsibility of posting on social media for the band. the pay wasn't great, but all his expenses were covered and he would have a nice portfolio to send to other artists when the tour finished. "i could be out right now, drinking with everyone else." declan complained as he looked at the digital clock on the nightstand that read 01:32 am. "i thought artists worshipped their beauty sleep." he was grasping at straws to get callie to finish up, but he knew her well enough now to know no one would be able to push callie over the finish line.

my name is Wells, I'm 25, I'm a personal trainer from Baltimore and I'm looking forward to being a complete bombshell on this island - the guys might hate me but the girls are gonna love me speaking from experience

This kind of show was certainly a space where Wells knew he would thrive. He only heard of it when someone on his roster turned it on after they were finished hooking up. Which is why he upped his social media presence prior to applying. To his delight not only was he cast but he also managed to be made as a bombshell. He knew the women were likely coupled up already but that didn't matter to him. What made his entrance even more exciting is that he was getting the chance to pick one of the women to have some one on one time with before fully entering the villa. The women were behind an wall where all he could see were their silhouettes, meaning he choice would be made off body alone. Whether or not they knew what was happening was beyond him. Wells took his time walking the length of the wall admiring each of them before stopping in front of his favorite. When the host asked him why Wells smirked as he looked towards the woman in question. "I'm a sucker for legs and hers seem to go on for days, really need to get my hands on them as soon as possible."

Alright Wells, you've made your choice. It's time to reveal all of the women you did not choose.

As someone who loved attention Wells thrived on a red carpet. He would attend one whenever his schedule would allow. It didn't matter if it was some lame movie, random fashion event or charity gala. The moment he stepped out of car the sound of people calling for him and taking his photo filled him with joy. Tonight was obviously no different - it was some random pop culture awards show? His agent said it was based off some podcast and basically anyone that would agree to come was invited. They wanted Wells there because of his contribution to thirst traps on the internet. He even agreed to some stunt where he came out on stage without a shirt on pretending to be lost while someone was presenting an award or something, he stopped listening after he was told the premise which was basically to be hot. The other part of the carpet he loved was doing random interviews - talking about who he was wearing, what was he looking forward to tonight and what was going on for him. Sometimes there were fun questions which were a delight.

It had been a few days since the break up with Odessa. His relationship was over and that had to be all a part of Tessa's plan. Not knowing if his relationship with Tessa was still relevant or valid. Did he care? He wasn't even sure. Gage stood there for a moment after spotting her, hands shoved deep into the pockets of his jacket. Staring at Tessa a bit longer than he had planned. Finally he pushed himself forward, told himself to get this over with and there was no avoiding Tessa. Gage was the mouse in Tessa's cat and mouse game. When he got close enough, he stopped a few feet away.

"So," Gage muttered. One hand slipped out of his pocket, fingers fidgeting against his palm for a second before dropping to his side. "You got what you wanted." Eyes lifting to hers, "Odessa and I are done." There was no anger in his tone, just emptiness like a lost cat in the streets. Letting out a quiet breath.