I look down at my phone, and his name lights up my screen. I hover over the end button before finally answering who am I'm always going to answer him no matter how much it always hurts me in the end. I smile when I pick it up even though I'm almost crying on the inside "hello,"

"Hey, baby can you come over." I don't hesitate when I say yes, it's not the first time he's asked me to come over, and it probably won't be the last time either. The drive to his place takes about five minutes at the most even though I swear it feels like years every time.

I open your door with the key he gave me to make things more efficient obviously not because he just love having me around or anything.

As soon as I open the door his lips are on mine. It's not sweet, soft or romantic. It's just hot and rough. I feel his hands slip under my shirt, and I let him because I know it's what you want, and maybe it will make you love me. Even when you're dragging me to the bedroom and whispering how much you love me, it'll mean nothing in the morning.

I wake up in the morning to the sun blaring through the window and him not next to me. It doesn't come as a shock to me, but it still hurts. I can smell the pancakes that you're probably making and you whistling. That's when I start crying as softly as I could because I didn't want him to come in and see how stupid I was behaving.

Of course, this isn't the first time I cried afterwards either so as soon as he realized I was awake you were in the doorway watching me silently sob for a while until I eventually stopped. As soon as I stopped crying he smirked and straddled me and whispered in my ear "I had fun last night."

I muster up all my courage and push him off of me "no."

He looked shocked, confused, and what looked almost like hurt but I was probably reading into it too much. "what do you mean no?"

"I mean no, this has to stop I know you enjoy it but I love you, and you're taking advantage of me."

Dan just smirks, "you don't think that way do you?" He says as his hand slowly inched closer to my crotch. "Besides it doesn't matter we're just having some fun aren't we?"

"Don't you dare say it doesn't matter because it matters to me, Dan don't you understand that you're hurting me."

He looks conflicted for a minute before he says "But Phil I thought you loved me."

"I do love you Dan but if I called you, you wouldn't answer me. I don't even know who your best friend is," I said exasperatedly.

Dan nods dismissively "I know, and I'm sorry, but I have to meet up with some friends fee; free to stay just don't eat my food but I have to go." He pecks me on the lips before jumping up and walking out of his house.

I collapse onto the bed this routine has to end all we do is just talk circles around each other. Well more like Dan talks circles around me.

But I'll still probably get a large pizza eat a couple of slices, leave the rest for Dan and his friends, then go back to my normal life until he calls the next time he has a party and gets a little too drunk. Just like every other single time.