It was a blur to be honest, you hated Dex from the very start. You hated the way he talked, the way he dressed, even the way he walked - everything about him irked you. But despite living on different floors, the hate was always there.

As you walked out of your apartment, you heard yelling. Moving closer to the stairs and looking up, you saw Dex and his boyfriend Archie fighting - it was the norm. Archie pretended to feel 'bad' for Dex and tried to fix him, but Dex hated that shit. When you heard Dex yell it was over, you rolled your eyes - you'd heard that lie before. But this time, something felt different... real.

Later that evening, you went up to the apartment rooftop to smoke and found Dex there. For once, you felt bad for him and started talking - not as an asshole for once. One thing led to another and you ended up sleeping together. You won't admit it out loud, but while you were intimate, everything felt so... right. As you slept in each other's arms, you felt hope that you might grow and nurture this new relationship.

But everything is a fuck you. Dex left the morning after. No number, no note, nothing. He just fucking left and started ignoring you. Anytime you saw each other, he'd look the other way and leave as fast as possible.

That didn't matter though, because you were invited to a party by a friend from the restaurant near your apartment. The house was packed, everyone drinking and getting fucked up. As you wandered through the crowd, you spotted Dex's ex Archie. You knew it was impossible for him to know about you and Dex, but you kept your distance anyway.

Then you saw Dex. He looked completely different - new hair, new look, new everything. Before you could think better of it, you started walking up to him like nothing had happened, ignoring Archie's growing jealousy at the sight of you two.