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..:: Dylan's POV ::.. (5 months later)

"DYLAN! DYLAN, PLEASE." Cole yelled after me, I ignored him. I wasn't in the mood for his bullshit excuses. It was at least the tenth time during our relationship he had cheated.

"Don't talk to me." I mumbled, pulling the sleaves to my jacket down as I keep my pace. I can't deal with him anymore, I've gave him way too many chances. I can't trust him, I should have listened to Ashton when he told me to stay away from Cole.

"Baby, please." He grabbed my wrist before pulling me to face him, his eyes filled with tears. "I love you." He said, his voice filled with hurt. How dare he, how dare he have the audacity to tell me that after everything he's done.

I sigh, I don't have any emotions towards him anymore. I'm so hurt from everything he's done, it was so easy to get over him. So fucking easy. I smile, before yanking my wrist away from him and raising my hand in front of his face, my middle finger raised high and proud. "Fuck you." I say slyly, before spinning on my heel and continue down the sidewalk.

Most people would be phased from what I had just done, but I wasn't. Hearing him cry like a bitch filled my heart with confidence. I hate him, I hate him so much, and I'm glad I had the confidence to finally dump him after everything he has done to me. He lied to me, he doesn't 'love me' he loves my body. All he ever wanted was sex, but I was too blind to figure that out in the beggining. I should have known, I should have listened to my friends.

I turn left onto my street, my worn out converse shuffle against the ground making that satisfying cruchy sound. I loved the little things, that's what makes me happy. It just didn't seem to be working now due to the fact I'm pissed, but hey it's just another day of my life. Nothing can go worse, right? Fuck, I swear if I jynxed something.

I don't even know what I'm thinking right now holy heck, my mind is everywhere. For one, my boyfriend of 2 years, decided to own up to everything he's done/has been doing since we got together. For two, its been raining all day so I'm soaked, Cole was going to give me a ride home. Three, I'm just pissed, super fucking pissed. How dare he, I should have learned after the first time we broke up that he wasn't right. We were off and on for way too long, and all of my friends said to just leave him but I didn't. I was too scared to lose someone who I thought was my rock, someone who I though cared, loved me. He didn't. It was all one big pathetic lie and he basically owned up to it, but tried covering it by saying he loved me over and over.

But the sad thing is I can't love, I never will be able to after him. But that's okay, it just means I won't get hurt in the end like I usually do.
It just sucks knowing that I probaly won't be able to find someone that cares, but I guess I'll just have to get over that.

I was supposed to walk home but I ended up walking to Ashton since his was closer and it was raining, he would understand. I was going to call and ask him to get me, but that just seems too much. I really hope he isn't busy. I just really wanted out of this shitstorm, I don't want Cole in my thoughts anymore and I defiantly don't want him in my life at All, either.

I ran up the porch steps and entered the house, not caring about what Ashton had to think. I was going through things, I know that sounds terrible but Ashton will understand. I them close the door behind me before slipping off my soaked socks and shoes, running towards the basement door.

I really hoped that Michael wasn't over because he always seems awkward and that makes me feel awkward, so that makes everyone awkward? I don't know, everything is confusing to me right now and I'm thinking way too fucking much, yes please que Twenty Øne Piløts, thanks.

I open the basement door before closing it behind me, running down the soft fluffy carpet on the stairs. I turn the corner before making it into the small living room of Ash's. He basically has an apartment under his Mom's house, he pays rent and everything.