A soaring headache that can only be relieved by a bottle, is making its wake.

The day passes quickly, on the phone I assure aunt Lilly that everything is fine, when she says that she will be gone another week, because of a snowstorm in the city she's in, it's nearing April, so I was wondering where she would be.

I don't ask, not wanting the conversation to go on too long.

Then there's Jake who is out of the city, and is doing an internship that will last another three weeks. Dean finished his classes early, mainly for his parents, he's with them at some beach in Florida, and Cleo is with Theo somewhere.

The only person on my case is Collin. I hide my red-rimmed eyes with a shit ton of makeup.

"Something's wrong," he says, still looking at my face with worry.

"Seriously, everything's great, do you want to watch the movie or not?" I say placing the bowl of popcorn on the coffee table.

"Are you usi-"

"No, what? Of course not, why would you think that?"

"Ens-"

"I'm fine," I realize I keep cutting him off but there's nothing else I can do, he nods and we watch the movie in silence, he doesn't believe me, though I know he won't tell anyone unless he's sure.

For now, I'm safe.

But for how long?

~*~*~*~

R y v e r s P O V

Ensleey seems to be everywhere, always someone I'm thinking about, and I'm getting sick of it. I just want to stop loving her, and get her away from my thoughts.

She didn't even try to get in contact with me after I called her a cheater, if it hadn't been true then she would've talked to me, told me, just anything that wasn't what she did.

Is she with him right now? In his bed? Probably having the time of her life?

The thought only adds more sadness, not that I can stop it. It consumes me, drowns me in a way I wish it didn't.

"You gotta get up bro," I hear a familiar voice, "are you dead? Is that why you haven't answered my texts?" Justin says in a low voice like it's some dark secret, "oh my god! My best friend is dead! May he rest in peace,"

I turn around from where I'm lying on my bed and throw a pillow at him, "shut up,"

"Oh thank goodness I thought I would have to be the one to break the news to your mom, and you know she scares me sometimes,"

I almost let loose a chuckle, my mother has always seen Justin as another son.

"Just leave," I all but growl at my best friend.

"What happened?" He asks his voice a silent whisper in the quiet room.

"What makes you think anything happened?"

His head shakes with a quiet laugh. Justin despite his jerk appearance, can see right through my lies, I know he doesn't buy it, but that doesn't mean I want to admit the truth to him, even if he is the last person to judge.

"Well Ensleey hasn't been around for over a month, you barely take my calls, hell anyone's calls, and well quite frankly you look like shit, so spit it out, and tell me what the fuck is going on,"

I sigh, not looking at him, but still sitting properly on the bed, even her name is like a bitter taste of the truth, he comes over and sits next to me. "We-me and- we broke up," is what I settle on saying to Justin.

He nods and waits for me to say more. I don't.

He just sits there without a word, so finally, the word vomit comes.

"She cheated, Justin I- I never thought she would do that to me,"

"How are you even sure? Is that what's been bothering you, because-"

"I saw a fucking video, okay? She looked like she was enjoying herself, she didn't try to deny it, she just let me go, leave, like she expected it, or something."

"Well then she's the idiot, dude," Justin nudges me, "you wanna go to that party tonight?"

Justin's attempt at a distraction is a great idea, but I don't want to go.

"No,"

"C'mon, it could be fun we could get drunk-"

"I think Ensleey was an alcoholic," I say out of nowhere, the realization hitting me.

"What?" I can hear the shock in his voice.

"That would make sense,"

"Ryv you need to give me more than that,"

"I wasn't always honest with you about her," I admit, wishing I just talked about this sooner.

"Do you want to?" I shake my head, "then we're going to party!"

I just nod, maybe I do need a drink, let loose, distract myself from the thought of her.

~*~*~*~

We're at the party by ten, mom doesn't even question it when she sees Justin practically dragging me out of my own home.

So now we are here, in an overcrowded jock's house. Last I heard about the guy was that he was on the swim team, but I can barely remember his name.

By eleven o'clock, I knew my choices weren't the smartest. I'm drunk. Justin went away with some chick, after i told him too, he kept looking at me wearily like he was trying to figure out how much of a good idea it was. To my relief, he finally did go.

So now I sit nursing another solo cup full of some alcoholic beverage. I didn't look at the label but whatever it is, it's strong.

"Hi Im Ane," A blonde girl takes a seat next to me on the couch.

I only nod, not bothering to pay her any attention.

"The party's pretty boring isn't it?" She giggles, leaning closer to me, and her knee bumps into mine.

I want to tell her I'm not interested and that she should leave, but a part of me wants to get back at Ensleey and this chick might not consume the way Ensleey always has, but her body is hot, which should be enough.

What the hell is wrong with me?

Her hand touches my knee, and I let her I should stop her but I still don't even when her hand brushes my dick.

She gives me a shy look, and I raise my eyebrow wondering where she's going with this.

Her hand brushes my inner thigh, I grab her hand, and I see the excitement in her blue eyes, fuck I bet she'd let me do whatever I want with her.

"I think you should go," moving her hand away, disappointment takes over her face.

"Why's that?" She asks with a slutty voice, "are you still with that nerd?"

I want to laugh, how could she think Ensleey is anything close to that? But I don't, feeling vague of any emotion, she knows I have a girlfriend and still came up to me, how much of an idiot can she be?

Well had.

"Trust me I can make you feel so good,"

"Get the fuck away,"

She gets up, but I feel her arms around my neck from behind me and her nibble at my ear, "I'll be in the kitchen if you change your mind," she sucks on my ear a bit more before she's gone.

Another solo cup, and I call Ensleey, she doesn't answer on the first call, but she does on the second. Why did I call twice, again?

It's not her sweet voice though, "Ensleey's phone,"

A guy says, a guy.

"Who the fuck are you?"

"Look, is this important? Ens is a bit busy," he laughs.

"Yes," I growled into the phone.

I hear rustling, then "Ryver?"

"Where are you?" I say, stumbling off the couch.

"Nowhere-"

"Who was that?" I ask, "your new friend?"

"Ryver it's not like that," she seems to be on the verge of tears, i'm to araged to give a fuck.

"Are you sleeping with him too? Are you whoring your body out now?" The second words leave me. I realize what a mistake i've made, I shouldn't have had so much alcohol. "Ens..."

"N-no, you're right that's all I am," her words sound broken, and stitch her back up and tell her how sorry I am, but it's too late the words are already out there.

"Ensleey,-"

"No, I'm done with your bullshit,"

Before she hangs up I make another mistake.

"You're done? In case you forgot you were the one who spread your legs for someone else, you did this, you don't like being called out for the truth, but what else are you? How many guys were you with when we were together?"

"R-ryevr p-please, I didn't-"

"But you did! You did, I can't believe I trusted you, and loved you, when I meant nothing, so go and fuck whoever you want I won't hold you back,"

"You never- I never cheated,"

"Say that to the next guy you fuck over," to add more to the already explosive destruction I have caused, "cause don't worry Ensleey, there's already someone that seems better than you ever were, Im going to fuck her, and Im going to enjoy more than I ever did with you."

I hang up, not letting her say anything more, it's a lie, a good one too.

How can anyone compare to her?

But at some point, there has to be.

I feel a tap on my shoulder, as I fill yet another drink, and see Kiara standing behind me, wearing a small red dress, her dirty blonde hair falling over her shoulders.

"Hey Ryver," she says with a smile.

I could take her to any bedroom, I remember the few things we did and she wasn't bad.

She's not Ensleey.

A small voice in the back of my head reminds me.

Another voice reminds me, that's the best part.

"Hey," I said without looking at her.

"So how have you been?" She attempts small talk.

"What do you want?" I ask.

"I think you know," she says, coming closer to me, much bolder than the chick on the couch was. "I think you want it too."

I don't say anything, but place my hand on her ass, feeling the perfect little thing, she moans, and I hate the response my dick has because fuck does this feel good, it could be the alcohol talking.

No I know it's the alcohol, if I was sober I would have stopped it.

Ensleey was busy.

She tries to kiss me, but I turn away, "no kissing,"

She nods and her mouth is on my neck, and before I know it we're in search of a bedroom.

Once the lock is clicked and Kiara is in a rush to take her dress off, I let the alcohol running through me make this easier.

Im going to fuck Kiara tonight, and won't let Ensleey Hendrix stop me.

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A u t h o r ' s N o t e

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