Me & You

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Alex's POV

I fall onto my back on the left side of the bed, panting. "That was good," she says to me and smiles.

"Yeah...," I nervously laugh. "Now, how the fuck do I get her out of here?" I think to myself. I look at the time.

3:30 AM

Fuck! I can't believe I did it again. I fucked another girl that looks exactly like her. I don't even know why I'm doing it. I don't miss her, I'm gay. And that's what it is.

"So are you staying for the night?"

"Oh, do you want me to leave?" She asks with a hurt look on her face.

I bite my lip, regretfully. "Kinda yeah..."

"Oh my god, what an asshole," she says putting on her clothes. I blankly stare as she yells at me. She walks out of my apartment and slams the door.

"Bye?" I wave. Shit, she's like the fifth girl I've done that to. I get up and walk to my bathroom, I look in the mirror. "You're an asshole. Stupid fucking asshole!" I punch the mirror and it shatters. I drop to the floor and begin to cry. I miss her, and I know I shouldn't. I grab my phone and call my therapist, Cole.

Ring
Ring

"Dude, what the fuck it's four in the morning," he says in a groggy voice.

"I did it again Cole," I say, tears flowing down my face. But I'm too exhausted to wipe them away. "Want me to come over and talk?"

"Yeah," I reply.

"I'm on my way," with that he hangs up.

I drop my phone to the bathroom floor. Y/N doesn't even know how much she's fucked me up. And I understand that I'm probably not in the greatest place to even say that, I mean I cheated too. But she fucked my bestfriend.

Ding!

I get up and walk slowly to my apartment door. "Dude you look fucked up."

"Cole shut the fuck up and help me," I let him in the house.

"For the last time it's Mr.Brock."

We walk past the bathroom, he looks at the glass on the floor. "What-"

We sit at my kitchen table, "Okay, tell me what happened this time?" He says with his hand intertwined with the other.

"Okay so, I went down to the bar like I usually do on Friday. And I saw this girl dancing, with the same body, and hair. She was dancing just how she use to," I gulp. "Then we made eye contact, and she walked up to me. Next thing I know we're making out all around my house, we eventually end up in bed. And I'm on top of her—"

"Ahem, afterwards what happened?"

"I told her to leave," a tear leaves my face. "And then I looked in the mirror, and I was disgusted..."

"You broke the mirror?" I nod.

"Then I sat in the shattered glass, and cried. Cole I fucking miss her," my lip trembles as I cry uncontrollably.

"Listen man," he pats my back. "You have to get over Y/N. She's with David. And everyone thinks you're gay."

"I AM gay!" I slam my fist on the table.

"Okay sure, you've had sex with several girls in the last week and a half."

"Doesn't mean I'm not gay," I clench my jaw. He's pissing me off. I slipped up, so fucking what?

"I don't know who you're trying to convince, me or yourself."

I don't say anything back. Because he's probably right. The most me and Garrett did was kiss. I've never been with a man.

"So I'm gonna let you think about it, come to my office tomorrow, okay?" He gets up from the table and leaves the apartment.

Shit, I still love Y/N.

a/n ; sorry it's so short <3