(Ryan's point of view)

I was so tired when I got home last night, I only had enough energy left in my system to tweet one thing in defense of Sara, so when I logged on today, I finally read all the hate mail I had gotten, as well as the stuff they sent her. It was ridiculous. I'll admit, I was a bit trashed last night and Sara's not the prettiest horse in the shed, but I had fun. I didn't think she was that big of a whore, but apparently all my followers did. I didn't do much with Sara, we just drank, danced and well, I can't go into much detail of what went on in my bedroom. Okay, calm down, we didn't fuck. I wanted it, yeah, but she had to leave right as things were getting good. She blew me, and seemed like a pro, which was a little weird.

Okay, so really? My thoughts about Sara are this: She seemed desperate to hang out, so I finally gave in. She used to be some fansite on twitter, and would basically both Chaz and me until we talked. Her pictures proved to me that she was easy, so I went for it. She bought us beer, and even got Chaz sneakers. I found that part a little weird, but whatever. When she got here the other day, she kept showing up at places we were at. It got a little creepy after awhile.

Finally, I invited her to hang. I figured one time hanging out wouldn't harm anyone. I ended up getting so shitfaced that we hooked up. When she was being stalkerish, Sara was actually nice. But I didn't care about her enough to defend her for hours over twitter.

I closed the twitter app on my phone and pulled back the covers, and slid out of bed. Fuck hangovers, seriously. Still half asleep, I made my way downstairs to the kitchen and poured myself a bowl of cereal. The whole morning was pretty boring so say the least; I just hung around my house all day.

I had left my phone upstairs for most of the morning, so when I went back to my bedroom, I had ten new texts. One was from Chaz, one from Justin and 8 from Sara. What the fuck was I thinking last night? Yeah, I had considered being with her, but just a fling type thing; Nothing serious. Obviously she thought otherwise.

I started out with Chaz's text.

Chaz: Hey, everyone's working and shit. Hang?

Ryan: give me an hour or so to shower n shit. I'll call you.

Chaz: k.

Then I skipped through Sara's to find Justin's text.

Justin: dude…I'm looking at twitter. WTF DID YOU DO LAST NIGHT.

Ryan: hahahhahahaha. Don't ask.

Justin: herpes dude. Herpes.

Ryan: didn't fuck her.

Justin: amen.

Ryan: yeaa.

Justin: have you talked to her?

Ryan: I have like 8 texts from her. No replies sent yet. lmao.

Justin: asssshole.

Ryan: she's obsessed.

Justin: tell her back off my boyfriend.

Ryan: shut up homo. I gotta go shower, I'm hanging with Chaz soon.

Justin: iight, tell everyone hey for me. Peace.

Last, I looked through all of Sara's texts. Not once did I bother to reply.

Sara: heeey you 3

Sara: I had solo much fun last night.

Sara: I miss you already.

Sara: ughhhh still missing you.

Sara: why won't you reply :/

Sara: oh my god Ryan!

Sara: ): reply baby

Sara: BABYYYYYYYY.

This bitch is psycho. I'm debating on whether or not to block her number. I shook my head, a little bit annoyed, and threw my phone back down on my bed as I made my way to the shower, stripping the clothes off of my body along the way. Showers were so much easier without hair. I stepped in the tub, and turned on the water, letting it wash away my feelings of regret, and alcohol remnants left on my body from last night's events.

Once I was cleaned off, I threw on a t-shirt, some jeans and typical shoes. I could feel the alcohol still in my breath, so I went back to the bathroom, brushing my teeth for the second time this morning. Once I felt alcohol free, I opened the bathroom cabinet, grabbing a bottle, and pour out a few ibuprofens into my hand. I filled up a cup of water, downed the pills and headed out the door, skateboard in hand.

After jumping on my board, I pulled out my phone from my pocket and dialed Chaz's number. After 4 rings or so, Chaz's voice came on the other end of the phone. "Hello jello?" Chaz wasn't exactly normal. "Hey faggot I'm almost there." He let out a laugh before walking outside to his front yard, and hanging up his phone. I slid mine back in my pocket, and rolled onto his driveway.

I pulled my board out from under my feet, and sat down on his driveway, sitting next to him. "Dude, everyone hates you now." Seriously, I was going to have to talk about this bitch with everyone, wasn't I? "I know, I know. Look last night is basically all a blur. By the way, why'd you bail?" He just shot me a glare, as if I should already know that answer. When he realized I was clueless, he explained. "That bitch is fucking weird. She bought me sneakers! She stalked us. She creeps me on Facebook all the fucking time. And she's a fucking pedophile dude. I can't believe you hooked up with her. It's probably as wide as a bowling alley down there. Fuck."

Rolling my eyes, I ignored him, too annoyed to defend myself once again. "Can we just go skate or something?" He nodded his head and grabbed his board before taking off down the street. I followed him quickly, doing my best to catch up, and we skated down to Tim Horton's.

By the end of the day, I was still hung over, so I decided to just go back home and lay in bed, instead of joining the guys for another party. I pulled out my phone, hit the twitter app, and looked through the threatening messages from this morning, and from last night. Most of the tweets consisted of calling Sara psycho, or a whore, or a horse, or a walking std. I couldn't help but laugh a bit. She's texted me a total of 22 times today. I still haven't replied to any of them. It's not because I hate her, I just think she misunderstood what we were. It was a hookup, not the start of a relationship.

Skimming through the threats, there was a few supportive tweets, saying that they just wanted me to be happy, but one tweet in specific caught my eye. My eyes grew wide, just reading it. You ever have one of those moments, where you're instantly turned on? Yeah. That's what just happened.

uhhhhhcaseyxo: itsryanbutler little Ryan, I don't know why you're going for a cougar. I know a girl your age that could take way better care of your needs ;) that's a promise.

Trying to ignore the sudden urge in my pants, I clicked her name, taking me to her page. Thank god she had pictures. I skimmed through them. This girl was an angel. She had curly blonde hair that fell to her shoulders, bright green eyes that you could melt from, without crazy photo editing, and her body was like a model's. I hope to god this girl was serious.