Fall for you

Part one ( ill make up new names soon)

"I can't believe you" I said through my tears. I was disappointed and heartbroken. I know we aren't dating but it would have been nice if he showed that he hadn't forgotten me. Yesterday he came back late. As in 4am in the morning late. He promised he'd make it up to me by taking me out on a 'date'. We had never been on a date before and I had been so excited all day as I thought we were finally going somewhere.
I sat in a fancy restaurant at the address he had given me and I told the waiter the reservation name and they lead me to our table. He wasn't there when I arrived so I waited. And waited some more. In had waited for over 2 hours gaining sympathetic looks from the people around me before it got to much and I had to leave. He wasn't coming. This is why currently I'm trying to hold back tears that are trying to escape my worn out eyes.
"Can't believe what?" He smirked.
"Wow Michael. Just... Wow" I said bluntly. He just looked at me blankly as if saying seriously what are you talking about."You seriously don't remember?" I asked incredulously
"Remember what" he snapped starting to get annoyed
"You said you'd make it up to me and take me on a date... You had it reserved and everything and you just forgot and left me there waiting" I sighed
"Oh, yeah about that, something came up so I couldn't make it, I didn't forget" he said brushing it off.
"And you didn't think to tell me that" I snapped
"Well no, but it's not like you're going to be anything more than a good fuck to me so I don't see why you're getting annoyed or upset" he said frowning.
"Do you even know how embarrassing it was, sitting there waiting for someone for hours and they don't even turn up, do you know how embarssing it was to have every waiter and person in their looking at me, judging me and giving me small sympathetic smiles feelings sorry for me because you baled on me" I started to get angry and all I wanted to do was strangle him and try and knock some sense into him.
"for fuck sake Y/N, can't you just let it go. You know i'm not the type of guy to do any of that stuff anyway! I didn't even want to go" He growled
"well why did you say you would then? why did you make a reservation when you didn't even want to go and when you knew you wouldn't turn up all along!" I shouted
"Why does it even matter. We aren't a thing so it shouldn't bother you. Remember, no feelings. You're acting like you care about me." He shouted back.
"so- y-you don't even care about me?" my bottom lip started tremlbing as I thought I was going to burst out into fits of endless tears any minute.
"no. I care about you, but I don't have feelings for you and I don't love you" He said bluntly.
"I don't have feelings for you either though.." I lied
"good." He smirked.
"but you can't keep dragging me down with you and making me feel like shit. Just don't make any more promises that you can't keep" I sighed
"Fine."
We were never going to get any where. We were such disfunctional messed up people who only had each other for an escape for a few hours a week. Both our lives were messed up.
I knew what he had been doing tonight though, it was so obvious, well to me it was to any one else he would have looked normal but I could easily tell just by looking at him. The collar of his shirt was crumpled as if it had been thrown carelessly onto the floor. Two of his buttons were done up wrongly suggesting that he had been in a rush to get dressed. He had fresh marks along his exposed flesh on his neck and collar bones, they were a bashful purple colour and contrasted badly with his pale white skin. The hickeys were large and as I looked more closely my eyes kept finding more which were littered all around his neck and towards the back of his shoulders. Wow. I guess he had a rough time tonight.
"at least someone enjoyed their night right?" I said rasing an eyebrow at him and waitng expectantly for his answer.
He awkwardly rubbed the back of his neck.
"it was alright I guess." He whispered stepipng close to me "but i've had better"
Once again I could feel myself weling up at the thought of him being with sojmeone else who wasn't me. But I had to stop acting so clingy if I wanted him to keep me around. Even if we were just each others rebounds when we wanted a quick rough hook up.
"I-I should go home now" I said "My parent's are probably worried" I said pathetically.
"Oh come on, you know they don't care where you are. They probably haven't even noticed you've been one" He smirked knowing he was right and that he had me where he wanted me.
"I know" I whispered sadly before grabbing the back of his neck roughly and crashing my lips onto his in search of someone who would make me forget and feel alive. All I wanted was someone to care about me. To love me. But I knew that would forever be out of the question. I guess I wasn't a very lovable person as no one seemed to pay me any attention, not even my family. All they acred about was work.
I needed Michael to make me forget. I needed him to help me feel. Even if what I felt was just hurt and heartbreak at least it was better than nothing.
He kissed back roughly beggining his fight for dominance just like always. He won. Obviously. He started pushing me towards his bedroom where I had been many times before. It was always the same routine.
First he would lift me up so my legs were around his waist, then he would find a wall and push me up against it roughly not caring about how rough his movements could sometimes be. He would then kiss me teasingly for what felt like minutes but in reality was only minutes before he would carry me to his bedroom where he would proceed to strip the both of us out of our clothes until there were non layers in between are bodies. It would then all be rushed, the grabbing and pulling of each others flesh trying to get closer and desperate for something to take away all our pain for a few hours.
We used each other and we both knew it. Feelings could never be involved in this, it would just make it complicated and stressful. I didn't need anymore of that in my life but I needed Michael.
"tell me what you want" he breathily whispered into my ear. I groaned at the pleasure of his hips grinding down into mine. "I said tell me what you want... beg for it" He said, I couldn't see his face but I knew he would have his signature smirk that he always had when it came to moments like this.
"Michael- pleas-e" I whined
"I said beg" He growled biting my lips roughly.
"I- I want you to fuck me- ple-please" I moaned desperately tugging on his hair.
I sucked my lip as where he but began to bleed. He thrust deeply and harshly into me taking me by surprise and making me bite my tongue. I held onto his back tightly bringing him as close as possible desperate for his skin on skin contact to make me feel safe in this horrible world full of danger. I ran my hands down his back gently trying not to leave scratches as I knew he always complained if other girls did that and I didn't want to give him a reason to complain about me.
He pulled out all the way making me whimper at the loss of contact, but soon later he slammed back in his skin slapping against mine as he sped up his pace. I watched his face intently, seeing how much he concentrated on what he was doing, the vein on his neck prominently stood out making him look ten times hotter than normal. He didn't look at me once. He never did when we fucked. He said it was too intamite and loving and he didn't do that kind of stuff.
I could feel my high aprovhing and tightly clenched around him making him groan out loud. He rode out my high as his followed shortly. Once he was done he pulled out immediately rolling over and off of the bed starting to get dressed.
He turned to me as I layed naked on his bed recovering and trying to gain my breath back.
"shouldn't you be getting back home?" he asked bluntly as he walked to the bathroom. "your parents might be worried" he laughed as he left to shower leaving me by myself to collect my thoughts just like he always did.
I gathered my clothes changing into them before leaving his room closing the door just like I did everytime we did this. I shut his front door ready to walk home in the dark. I lived about half an hours walk away. Just my luck it started raining, as if my life couldn't get any better. I sighed before truging home sadly in the depressing streets of the town I lived in. I couldn't wait to get out of here. If I ever could.
Once home I pulled my keys out pushing the heavy door open and entering the huge place that I called home, but it never felt like it.
"hello?" I shouted knowing that no one would answer as my parents were probably still at work. They never came home anymore and if they did it was late at night when I was asleep and they left early in the morning so I never saw them. They didn't care about me so I saw no reason why they would want to be around me anyway. I basically had no one. I hardly had Michael, he was just a rebound, he was never actually there fore me. I was probably a nuisence to him. He was probably fucking some other chick now. I sighed at the thought trying to forget as I decided to go straight to the comfort of my own bed.