After some time, she let me leave and I began walking back to my dorm.

But of course, I wasnt half way out the door, when whats-her-slut stopped me. You know, that girl that was hitting on me earlier. "Can you please just move?" I say, desperately wanting to leave this hell hole.

"What happened to the rumors I heard about you, huh? What, am I not sexy enough for you? Dont I….turn you on?"

And this is how it is almost every night. Every night a new slut begs me to fuck them. Begging is so pathetic. I mean, Spencer used to beg, but that was different. That was playful, us just having fun really. These girls on the other hand, they really are desperate to be fucked. I almost feel sorry for them. I mean, I have sex a lot, sure, but its not like I need it. Its just something I do. But with these chicks, its like they want so much attention, they feel content when they go to a party and some random girl or guy bangs them.

Eventually, I push past the drunk chick and this time, I dont let anybody stop me from getting out.

When I finally reach the outside world, I relax myself on the curb for a while. I am out of breath and my head is seriously pounding. I should go to the doctors but I’m not too fond of them. They lie. And I know, if you’re sick, you’re sick, but for some reason, I think they should be miracle workers. You should just be able to go to them and they should make you better.

"It’s beautiful," I whisper.

"Hm?" She responses. The poor girl is so tired, so I think we are going to go inside soon. Her head is lightly resting on my shoulder and my fingers are gently stroking her long blonde hair.

"Just this…the whether….the scenary…..us."

"I love you," she says it too low, and I could barely make the words out. But, boy, I heard it. It wasnt the first time she said it. I’ll never forget that night.

"I love you too, Spencer."

"Never leave me?"

"I would never."

Too bad I never made her promise me that.

Anyway, after I had been sitting on the sidewalk for about twenty minutes, I figure its time to get going. I get up to leave, but I must not being paying as much attention as I thought I was, because I turn around and accidently run into this girl. She had a camera in her hand, and when I ran into her, it had dropped.

She rushes to pick it up, gasping, "no, no, no."

I react, leaning down to help her pick it up.

"I’m so sorry," I say so fast. I really am clumsy, "Is it broke?"

"I don’t think so," she says, examining it. It took her a few minutes to reply. She was busy, making sure all the buttons and shit were still working.

"Im real sorry," I apologize again.

And then, something really strange happened. It’s like those things that happen in movies. That’s why I hate seeing movies, most of them are so fake and stupid. I mean, some of those scenes are just so unrealistic, espeically when it comes to the love scenes. Everyone knows love really doesnt work out like that. Love doesnt last forever, you know.

Either way, that was the moment I realized there must be some truth in movies, because when the girl got up off the ground, I was faced with an old friend.

Spencer.