I had decided to watch a movie that would make me laugh and forget all my problems, so I picked one which I believed would do just that. But, it turns out that the movie was barely even funny and I was just sitting in the theatre wondering where my life went wrong. When did I get to this? This movie sucks.

The only time I would ever be caught in such a boring move is when I'm with Cody and that's only because we weren't actually watching the movie. Those were good times. We'd always take the seat in the corner at the very back, and no one else would want to sit in that entire row. I don't know if I should have felt insulted, but I definitely didn't. I had Cody and that was all I cared about.

Gosh, I'm so pathetic. I feel like I relate everything happening to me back to Cody. It's probably because he and I were always together. But I really should stop. Cody left me. Why am I so hung up on him? I should move on, right? I should find another guy to love unconditionally... or maybe I shouldn't. Maybe I should just be a slut. Why should I even have any feelings for anyone? Wouldn't it just make complete sense to fuck around? That way no one could break my heart or hurt me. I'd be perfectly fine after, right?

Can I even do that? I'll probably be the idiot to have feelings – which would just mess everything up. I'm such a screw-up.

"No, you're not," someone said, taking me out of what I thought were my thoughts. I stood, leaning against the wall of the theater, just because I don't feel like going home. I hadn't even realized that a guy had come next to me. I look over at him with flushed cheeks – which I hoped weren't very visible since it was really dark.

"I'm sorry. I thought I said that in my mind," I say, sounding confused with myself, which I am. Why did I even apologize? I scratch my forehead awkwardly then lsound at him again. He wore a smile, showing off his picture-perfect, pearly white teeth. I could barely see his face, but I could have definitely seen his teeth when he smiled.

"You aren't a 'screw-up'."

"Yes, I am," I rolled my eyes. He stepped in front of me and stared down into my eyes. He was really tall, probably taller than Cody. I felt short, and I'm not very short. I'm of average height.

"You aren't a screw-up," he says softly, again. I furrowed my brows for a minute, before blurting, "Are you gay?" It's a really stupid thing to assume, I know. He could have probably been a really inspirational guy who wants to see his fellow human smile, but I wasn't even thinking when I asked, and now, some seconds after, I feel so idiotic. He stepped back, before asking, "Are you?"

"I don't know, do I look gay?" I looked down at my attire. The guy chuckled softly, "Listen, I don't judge."

"So, you're straight?" I ask confused. He smiled before shaking his head, no. I rolled my eyes at him for being so complicated, but I smiled afterward. I bit my bottom lip softly, realizing he didn't even tell me his name. But I don't even know if I want to know his name. I stare up at him, trying my hardest to at least be seductive. He stared at me for a while, before finally asking, "Would you like to get a drink with me?"

"Now?" I asked him.

"Is now a bad time? I didn't actually think you wanted to stand here all lonely."

"Rude," I comment, "But I'll take your drink."

"Good," he smiled and winked, "My car's right over there." I furrow my eyebrows. I can't help but overthink it all. What if he kidnaps me or something?

"Uh we could walk," I suggest. I think there's a place somewhere around here where we could sit and talk... or whatever. The guy blinked back at what I suppose was his car but then nodded at me. He probably was going to kidnap me in his car, but not anymore. I'm smart.

...yet I'm still having a drink with him.

I need to loosen up. He's a harmless guy who is probably interested in me a lot. Or maybe he's just like me and wants to forget an ex. I don't know his story, and honestly, I don't intend to get to know it. All I want to do is forget. Is that too much to ask? Can't a guy be a whore for just one night, just to forget?

Him and I walked to a nearby bar. It was silent as we walked, but not awkward. I think we both knew what the other wanted, but didn't actually say it. We arrived at the bar and ordered some drinks. Of course, there was the usual everyday conversation like 'how was your day', just cliche things like that. Eventually, I couldn't really wait any longer, so I excused myself to the bathroom.

I make my way to the bathroom, running my hand along the wall as I did so. There was only one guy in the washrooms, and he was just washing his hands. He blinked up at me confused, but I shrugged him off, just as the guy (whose name I still don't know) walked into the bathroom. The first man left, and my small dosage of forgetfulness locked the door. I blinked up at him and stepped back against the wall. He came to me and made no hesitation to grip my waist, jamming my body onto his. He was rough but I liked it. He kissed me hungrily and he gripped the back of my hair. I felt like it turned me on more. It was all so rushed. I've never experienced anything like it. I know I hinted sex, but I wasn't even completely sure if he took my hints. Now I know for sure. He definitely wanted what he wanted and I think he was going to take it whether I was willing to or not. I was willing though. I was ready and willing.

His lips went down my neck, making a moan left my mouth when he found my sweet spot. His hands went down to unbuckle my jeans, and I allowed him. He got out a condom from his back pocket and quickly slid it onto himself. I wrapped my arms around his neck as I kissed him then jumped to straddle his waist. Unfortunately, some seconds later, he pushed me off. Did he think things were going to fast? I mean, I had thoughts, but I didn't say them out loud. In under about a minute he already had a condom on. This is definitely fast paced. I furrowed my eyebrows but didn't even have time to say anything. He quickly turned me around and without any type of warning, he pressed into me forcefully.

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I lay on my bed, feeling bruised and tired. I slept until about twelve that day when I got home last night. He was too much for me, honestly. I was texting Hannah, just telling her random things; nothing of importance. I don't think I could ever tell Hannah things like that. I didn't even tell her much about Cody and I. I would say I like to keep my business to myself, and I'm not really excited to hear other people's business either.

Hannah is a slow texter, it's either that or she just doesn't want to talk to me when I'm texting. Either way, she takes centuries to reply to me – which I absolutely hate. I'm actually in a good mood today (apart from the pain), but Hannah is sort of bumming me out. I groan softly and turned around on my back, throwing my phone onto my bed. It's so boring here without Cody. He would usually pick me up on a Saturday and we'd go out to random places just for fun. And on Sundays, we'd just go back to his place, which is so much more fun to be than here. He has a roommate who always seems to be either high or drunk. I would go visit him, but I think it would be a bit awkward without Cody there.

But I can't stay here and stare. I have to do something with myself.

The sudden vibration, then the ringing of my phone had a small smile printing on my lips. I feel so happy now that someone is calling me and willing to have a conversation with me. I probably sound friendless right now, but I don't really care. I quickly flip onto my stomach and grab my phone, swiping it quickly.

"Ethan?" he spoke. My body froze and I felt speechless. Cody's voice on the other end called my name again. I sucked in a breath before reply, "Uh Cody... hi..."

"Why do you sound so surprised?" he asked me. I chuckled softly. Why wouldn't I sound surprised? He left me, now he's calling me, talking as though everything is okay.

"How am I supposed to sound?" I reply.

"Happy, I guess."

"Why would I be happy? You're gone; you left me. No part of me is happy right now. I want to beat you to a pulp, but kiss you and hug you at the same time."

"Ethan, I'm sorry for leaving. I don't know what you wanted me to do."

I bite my bottom lip, holding back a few tears. Gosh, I was just getting over him. Why did he call me now, while there's still an open wound?

"I wanted you to stay with me, Cody. It's selfish, I know, but you should understand... or at least I think you should understand," I finally answer him. I sigh softly, already hating my next move. Before Cody could answer me, I remove the phone from my ears and end the call. I hated doing it because I really wanted to talk to him longer and tell him how I really feel. But I can't do that.

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A/N: Chapter cinco (That's five in Spanish, right?)!

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Above is a pic of Ash Stymest as Ethan Block!