You're someone you're not

"Are you sure you want to do this, Gee? Something could yknow happen," Mikey said hesitantly from behind me.
I looked at the pile of notebooks and sketching that lay on the cold floor. We stood in an alley way next to our apartment building. I had lighter fluid in one hand and a matchbook in the other.
It was Christa's idea. She said it would help me let go or feel better I don't know I wasn't really listening.
"What, Mikey, like we get back together? You and I both know that's never going to happen," I growled spraying the books with gas. Mikey had been going on and on about the possibility that me and Frank will get back together. Of course I knew that was never going to happen and even if it does I'm not sure I want it to. We are never ever ever getting back together. Thanks Tay Tay.
"You never know..." Mikey mummbled. I shot him a disgusted look. He just shrugged. I groaned and lit the whole matchbook on fire and flicked it into the pile.
"Yes I do," I said under my breathe. I'm not even sure if Mikey heard me. We stood there for a moment watching the blue flames as they ate up Frank over and over again. The cardboard covers peeled up revealing chemistry notes and vocabulary but soon they were gone, just black sut. I kicked some loose papers into and the fire and spit.
"Cmon let's go," I grumbled and pulled Mikey along behind me.
"Did that help?" Mikey said with a hint of in his voice. I laughed dryly.
"Of course not," I said opening the door to our apartment. Mikey sighed.
Frank had been all over the news and TMZ this last week. Of course I didn't watch it, bit Mikey did and he reported back to me. I don't think he understands everytime he talks about Frank he might aswell be punching me in the gut. I didn't want to know that Frank was denying that he even knew or that those photos were fake and that he wasn't even there that night. It was the best night of my life...
Fuck. I squeezed my eyes shut at the thought. Everything had been so painful this last week and it didn't help that I'd gotten beat up three more times, not as bad as the first but after a few days of coming in with with black eyes one of my teachers offered her room to stay in during lunch. God I'm a fucking joke.
Out of the corner of my eye I coud see Mikey looking at me sadly.
You know what? I need to get out of here. I need to get out of my own head. I need to get shit faced. I can feel it now a pack of cigarettes and a bottle of booze running down my throat oh yeah.
"Mikey I'm going out don't wait up," I said with new found enthusiasm after grabbing my jacket and wallet from my room. Mikey raised his eyebrows but said nothing. Good boy. I snickered to myself as I skutted down the stairs.
I found the closest pub which happened to be a gay bar. How fucking fitting and strangly coincidental. I sat down at one of the empty stools and ordered an old fashioned. The bartender mummbled something about only making manhattans all night and asked for my (fake) ID.
I looked around sipping my drink slowly. Directly across from me were three poles where hot men in speedos danced clearly stuffing. Loud and horrible club music pulsed through the whole joint. Men in V-necks and tight jean were everywhere, just not the one specific man I wanted to see. Nope time for another drink.
A few drinks later an attractive young guy walked over to me. I swallowed the last bit of whatever was in my glass and motioned the bartender for another.
"Hey you're they guy from the news right?" He said leaning in close to me. I close feel his breath on my ear and it didn't turn me on it just felt warm and uncomfortable. All I could do was nod. The man just looked back at me and drunkenly took my face into his hands and kissed me forcing his tongue into my mouth. It wasn't completley unpleasant but it wasn't Frank. Shut up Gerard.
"I'm Greg," He said running his hand up my thigh. He was shit faced. I was shit faced. Why not have shady ass sex?
"I'm Gerard," I said slightly unsure of myself.
"That's ok baby I'll fuck you so hard you can't remember your name," He growled into my ear pulling me up from my stool and leading me out the door. I heard a yell of protest from the bartender as he returned with my drink. I grinned at Greg and followed him out. God I was so drunk.
we ended up a block away from the bar in a shitty apartment complex. I watched anxiously as Greg fittled with his keys. Finaly he got it and we practically sprinted up the stairs. As we entered his apartment he pulled me into his bedroom and onto his bed.
"Look how much you want it you fucking slut," Greg whispered hotly into my neck as he sucked on it. I was still bruised and beat up but I didn't care and apparently neither did he.
Soon our clothes were off and he was pumping two fingers inside of me. I was drunk and horny as fuck and all I could see was Frank. Frank slamming me against his door. Frank on his knees sucking me off. Frank laughing at me at the concert. And it turned me on ad it was all so fucked up but I didn't care.
"Fuck I need you inside of me now," I moaned into Greg's lips. He grabbed a condom off the bedside table and ripped it open using his teeth, his fingers still pumping inside of me. He slid it on and positioned himself.
"Fuck fuck just do it already," I could feel the tip of his cock against my enterance. He laughed and pushed into to me slowly. He was thicker than Frank but a little shorter. I moaned like a whore.
"Look how bad you want it, baby. That whore ain't fucking you good, you're so tight," Greag talked dirty to me as he pulled out and trust back in. I screamed as he hit my prostate. Fuck it feels good. He wasn't kidding when he said he'd fuck my brains out. I could barely conjure up an image of Frank after Greg got going. I was going to come I could already feel it.
"I'm going to come. FUCK," I moned trying to hold out. Greg just rapped his hand around my cock and started jacking me off. It was too much as I came all over his hand, hard.
I didn't even feel Greg come but when I looked over he had pulled out and was taking off the condom. I watched as he tied it in a knot andtossed it on the floor.
I started to sit up.
"That's it?" Greg said. I looked over picking up my pants. I'm drunk, I'm tired and I need a shower.
"Yeah. But thank you though," I said sliding into my boxers then stumbling into my jeans.
"Anytime," And that was it. Almost no conversation out side of dirty talk. One night stands are great. Or so my drunken self thought as I hobbled down the street.

Notes

Kinda a quick filler. Thank you guys for waiting and for the comments
and also sorry for making you cry (in your soul at least) :(((