He always called you when he wanted 'fun', then left like nothing had happened. He didn't know you had fallen for him, and you were tired of being thrown aside every morning. You picked up your phone. It was him, calling to meet at a hotel. "Ugh, fuck this," you said before he could start. "Are we dating? Are we fucking? Are we best friends? Something in between that?" you demanded. "I wish we never fucked, and I mean that," you snarled, venom in your voice. His end fell silent.