Set The Town Afire

Diana

One month later

"I wish you could stop meeting with that Diana all the time. You know she's not good for you and besides, I am your girlfriend."

Dave ignored me, jumping off the couch he had been lying on with a half-empty beer bottle in hand, rushing out of the room. The guys and I stared after him until he was out of sight and we heard a door being shut closed.

Ouch.

Dave, who was now my boyfriend (well, in theory) tended to his affair with his ex Diana very often. He seemed to never be able to get over her, no matter what happened between them. It made me kind of sad since I thought we had a special bond due to our similar features and just everything.
And the stupid, naive girl I was, I trusted he would always return to me, would always seek my loving embrace when he fucked it up with her again.

"Tiffany, you don't have to stay with him, you know that. He is an ass, and he knows it. How can a guy throw such a loving girl like you away...", Junior said.
I knew that Junior had a thing for me, ever since he accidentally had grabbed my chest when mistaking me for his ginger bandmate. And to be honest, he didn't put much of an effort into hiding it.

"Junior, please, we can figure that out on our own. I hope...", the last part I whispered.
Luckily he left me alone after that and I could escape the stares of everyone, piercing through my body and my heart. They checked me out, both knowing that I probably would be single soon but also slightly worried about me. I didn't know what to make of these three guys.

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It was late in the evening, maybe even mindnight already. I didn't care anyway, I was lying on the tiny beat-up bed I had been sharing with Dave for a while now.
After getting to know each other at that festival a month ago, we soon had become a couple and he had asked me to move in with him and Junior.
Since none of us had a lot of money to spend, we gladly shared an apartment and contributed our share to the rent.

Dave wouldn't be coming this night, I felt it. He was either hooking up with that damn Diana girl or drinking himself out of his mind and fucking a random groupie.
Junior must have been home though, I heard noises coming from the living room or kitchen, I couldn't really tell since they were next to each other.

Why can't it just be Junior? Why does it have to be the biggest egocentric, fucked up asshole in the world?

I was sad, but not only because of my absent, cheating boyfriend.
There were many things on my mind which had been bothering me for years, and the current situation only made my thoughts worse.

I hated myself, I was never good enough for anything. In high school, my grades always had been good, but I still hadn't figured out what I wanted to do with my life, so I changed jobs like Dave did with girls.
University would have been nice, but it felt so unnecessary by now. Moving into a new apartment, having to get along with new people, being all on myself, having to pay for studying... No, that wasn't worth the effort. I'd rather stay where I was and have a fucked up vita than work myself to death.

A sigh escaped from my mouth when I decided to just hide under the blanket and hope to fall asleep soon.
I had just buried my body under the cloth, staring at the dark, shadowy wall next to me, when the door slowly opened.

Stumbling footsteps approached me, or rather the bed, since I highly doubted that the person had noticed my presence with the lights turned off and his drunken state. I could smell the liquor as soon as he came in and turned around, expecting him to bring a girl with him. But there was none.

"Dave, you're drunk.", I said.
He surely didn't expect me to be there and was confused for a moment, but didn't really care anyway.
"Looks like it.", he slurred, then laughed that filthy laugh that I absolutely loved and threw himself next to me on the mattress.

"I missed you.", he came really close to me and put his strong arm around my shoulder. I didn't want to be close to him anymore, after all he'd done to me, but how could I possibly resist his charme?
"I hate you, Drunkstaine.", I hissed and kissed him fiercly. He didn't hesitate to join the kiss and intensify it, while his hands were busy working on my shirt.

"It's a shame you have a man's body."
"Well, I can't do anything about it. And my booty pretty much makes up for it, don't you think?"
"Yes, yes it does.", he smirked and smacked the subject of our conversation.

At the end of the night, I found myself laying naked next to the guy who I both hated and loved most. I felt so weak that night, like I had just given up myself and my pride. He would just fuck a new girl the next day. And the day after. And so on.
I silently cried myself to sleep.