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10 Things I Hate About You

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This was probably the stupidest decision I've ever made. Well, right under cheating in the first place.

I should probably check myself into a mental hospital tomorrow. Cause who in their right mind goes to the first concert of their ex. That they cheated on. And wrote a song about it. Which is a huge hit and plays everywhere all the time.

In my defense I was drunk and depressed when I bought the ticket.

Which brings me to right now, waiting in line to go into the theater Ava Lee is performing. The first show of her first tour. If someone recognized me I'd probably end up dead. People love her song and hate her ex. Aka, me.

That's the part that sucks the most. Ava can sing and perform. She writes annoying catchy music that you can't help but sing along to.

As soon as the doors open people shove inside. Im swept up in the crowd and soon find myself halfway to the stage. I plant my feet to keep from being pushed forward. This was a good spot. Right in the middle.

The opener isn't terrible. Not my cup of tea. I managed to catch the attention of two girls standing next to me. The taller of the pair is pretty cute and I find myself flirting before I know it. I offer to get them both a drink and make it back just in time for Ava to come out.

The room erupts into screams as the first note of the first song plays.

I find myself enjoying the concert more than I thought I would. I always knew Ava was good. She used to give me private concerts in her room. Seeing her with a full band and hearing hundreds of people singing along was a whole other level.

With two drinks in my system I am fully enjoying myself by the time I lock eyes with Ava. I've been spotted and all I can do is raise my glass to her.

"I'd like to take this moment to give a shout-out to the inspiration to this next song who's in the crowd tonight!" Ava announces in Ava fashion as the walks the stage.

The first notes of my song start playing and the crowd goes wild. I say what the hell and dance with the rest of the crowd. It was a dam good song.

"Ten, you're selfish, nine, you're jaded
Eight, the dumbest guy I dated
Seven, talk a big game 'til you're naked
Only six seconds, and I had to fake it
Five, you're toxic, four, can't trust you
Three, you still got mommy issues
Two years of your bullshit I can't undo
One, I hate the fact that you made me love you."

Note to everyone, I do last much longer than 6 seconds and don't ever remembering her faking it. Thought there was that one time, but I was really drunk.

I swear Ava is looking right into my soul when she sings, "And I've got a list of why you don't get to fuck me."

She ends up sitting on the edge of the stage towards the end of the song. We lock eyes again and she beckons me forward.

"And I'll admit it
Sometimes I miss when we were in it
So I made a list, yeah
Ten things I hate about you."

I make it up to the stage and stand in front of her. She tilts the mic towards me to sing the last chorus.

"Ten, I'm selfish
nine, I'm jaded
Eight, the dumbest guy you've dated
Seven talk a big game 'til I'm naked
Only six seconds and you had to fake it
Five, I'm toxic
four, can't trust me
Three, I still got mommy issues
Two years of my bullshit you can't undo
One, I hate the fact that I cheated on you."

The song ends and we're left staring at each other while the crowd cheers. Then I hear my voice.

"This club is playing your fucking song and it's so fucking catchy I hate it." A voicemail I had left her when I was drunk plays over the speakers.