Lessons

1. good riddance

I turned over in my bed on Saturday morning, waking to them once again. Their snoring face was only inches away from mine; their blonde hair was covering their eyes, and they were drooling onto my pillow. Again. I cringed slightly and turned to check my clock. 3:00 am, once again. I sat up in bed and covered myself with a blanket. I had been waking up in the middle of the night every day that week. Every day would be so predictable: go to school or work, do your homework, flirt, fuck, awake, repeat. Not to say that this cycle wasn't necessarily unenjoyable. However, is this cycle something that I would like to continue? No. I have been trying to dump this sad excuse of a human being for weeks, but I just haven't been able to bring myself to it. They're such an asshole. But then again, they weren't. We used to be good friends, at the beginning of the school year and such. And somehow, we fell into this dumpster fire of a... I don't want to say relationship. It's more like a situationship. And asshole or not, I couldn't get past how it felt when they ran their rough hands along my skin. I shuddered at the slightest touch from them. And their lips were soft and gentle, yet rough and aggressive. They were lovely, and when used well, were on my mind for days at a time. I could go on and on for hours about surface shit. There's just so much with them, emotionally and physically. They rolled over and put their arm around my waist.

"I would've thought that you'd be exhausted by now, darling," they said, eyes barely fluttering open.

"I'm plenty exhausted Drew," I said. "Something is just keeping me awake, I guess."

They sat up to accompany me. "Want to talk about it?"

I nodded and they pulled me onto their lap, still bare and partially erect. I gave them a look, and they smirked slightly.

"What? Surely you're not up for another round this late?" they said as they slowly ran their fingertips down my thigh. I pulled their hand away.

"Not tonight. And besides, I thought we were talking."

They sighed a dejected sigh and rolled their eyes. "Fine, whatever. Talk then."

See what I mean? Asshole.

"I guess I've just been thinking recently about us."

Drew raised his brow at me. "What about us?"

"Well, what are we?"

"What do you mean 'What are we'?"

"I meant what I said, Drew. You come to my window every night when I'm supposed to be, hell, when everyone is supposed to be asleep, and crawl into my bed with some bullshit excuse that leads to us fucking. And then in the morning, you just leave, ignore me all day, and then we do it all over again,"

I felt myself on the verge of yelling. I took a breath and continued, "All I want to know, Drew, is where we stand. What am I to you? Do you even like me, or am I just a piece of ass to you?"

Drew cut their eyes at me, something I had never seen them do before. They grabbed my chin and tilted my head upwards. "Let me make myself perfectly clear. I am not your partner. I'm not your friend, not even a friend with benefits. You are just a bitch that was stupid enough to let me hit. I am nothing to you."

"So this whole time, you were just being nice so that you could fuck me?"

"Took you fucking long enough," Drew shoved me off of his lap and stumbled out of bed. "Where the fuck are my pants..."

"Are you fucking serious?" I could feel a lump growing in my throat. I jumped up, almost tripping over Drew's filthy jeans. I could feel the grease emanating from them as I picked them up and threw them at him. "Y'know what? Fuck you! I hope your selfish ass falls out of the fucking tree you climbed out of!"

"Choke on a dick, you dumb slut!"

"There's nothing for me to fucking choke on!"

And with that, Drew was gone. I closed the window after him and watched him climb away. I was so done with that piece of shit. I closed the curtains and slid beneath the covers, shutting my eyes and going back to sleep.