Lafayette's P.O.V.

I let out another choked sob, holding the bottle of liquor in one hand, his picture in the other. How could he do this to me? I was in a helpless state, drunk, but not drunk enough, seeing as I was still sobbing.

I was trying to forget, but I couldn't. I remember ever so clearly. Unlocking the door to my room, seeing his lips connected with the cherry red lips of a half-naked girl.

At my place. Not even his own.

I threw my head against the wall, tears steaming down my face. If only I could forget.

My mind was racing as I began to understand.

He wanted what I wouldn't give, so he went searching for someone else to give it.

It wasn't my fault I wasn't ready to lose my virginity.

If he really loved you, he would've waited.

I sighed, getting up. I was wasting tears. Why? Why did I waste tears on someone who didn't care?

If only I could erase our memories. At least my own.

~flashback~

I walked down the hall to my apartment, unlocking the door. I walked into the kitchen and grabbed a crêpe before walking to my bedroom. It was locked, oddly. I knew I had a key somewhere...

I searched through the kitchen drawers before I came across my bedroom door key. I walked back to my room, carefully inserting the key into the knob. I turned it, pulling the key out when it was unlocked.

I opened the door, and dropped the keys in shock of what I saw. A blonde girl sat on the bed, her arms wrapped around Hercules, her red lips connected with his. I backed away from the door, noticing him walking to it, shirtless.

I ran out of the hallway, setting the crêpe down on the counter and rushing out of my apartment, running out of the building and dropping down on a street corner, sobbing.

~back to reality~

I felt like a fool for trying at this relationship. He wanted sex, and I wasn't ready for that. I should have know it would end up like this.

I saw a framed picture of us together on the coffee table. I heaved a heavy sigh, knocking it down so it wasn't showing the picture anymore. I then looked at the picture I held in my hand.

I grabbed a lighter from by the door and walked over to the sink. I flicked the lighter on, gazing intently at the flame before moving his picture into it. Once the flame had spread to the picture, I dropped it in the sink, watching it crumble and burn until it was barely recognizable.

I was done. I wasn't going to waste anymore tears. He had done that a week ago, and I had barely gotten any sleep since. He wasn't worth another sleepless night.

I picked up my phone, calling Thomas. I didn't know if I could be friends with John and Alexander anymore, seeing as they were his best friends. I loved them both dearly, but I didn't know whether they'd be mad at me or not.

I decided to just call Thomas, he was my best friend, after all.

When he picked up, he sounded worried.

"Laf? Are you okay? Where have you been?! What's going on?!"

I sighed. "I'll explain later Mon ami, but I have to get out of the house. Do you want to hang out? Maybe.. Say.. The bar? Seven o'clock? First rounds on me." I heard him chuckle.

"Alright Laf. I'll bring James and we can sort this out. Deal?" I nodded even though he couldn't see it.

"Deal."

I hung up after that. I would finally be able to get him off my mind.

Oh, finally, I'm through with wasting all these tears on you.

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Song: 'Wasting all These Tears' by Cassadee Pope.

So, yeah. That's it folks! Hope you enjoyed this one! See you guys later, and stay cool my little chicklets! Peace out!