Coming Down [G-Eazy]

Chapter IV

A/N: Relatively short chapter in G's POV! I already have like eight other chapters written, so there will probably be another one posted soon. Vote and comment if you liked it. x

G's POV

I rummaged through my bag, trying to find a clean T-shirt. After finally finding one, I pulled my dirty one over my head, tossing it to the side.

"Holy shit," I heard my best friend Marty chuckle from the edge of the hotel bed where he sat.

"What?" I asked, turning around to face him.

He raised his eyebrows amusedly. "Looks like someone did a number on your back, man."

I sighed, shaking my head as I pulled on the shirt in my hand. I recalled the night before, Elena's nails digging into my back. Jesus Christ.

"A back scratcher? Don't let that one go!" he laughed again. "She must have been wild."

"It's too late," I responded, not really wanting to get into it so I quickly changed the subject. "Can we go now? I just want to get smashed tonight."

"Oh, well, yeah," he muttered, standing up. "Let's go."

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This place is absolutely packed. Even if she did show up, I'd probably never even see her. Glancing down at my watch, I saw that it was nearing 11 o'clock already. I knew I had gotten my hopes up for nothing. She wasn't coming. I was an asshole and I screwed every chance of me ever sleeping with her again. Fuck.

"G?" I felt someone tap my shoulder. I turned slightly, seeing Marty.

"Dude, what are you doing moping around, just staring off into the distance? It's a fucking party, man," he spoke, and I shrugged in response.

"Not feeling it," I brought the red cup in my hand to my lips.

"I know you're pissed off about that good lay you got last night, but look around. This place is full of ladies who would hop all over you, man. You know that," he chuckled, slapping my back.

"I know. Thanks, man."

"No problem. Get out there and get yourself laid," he laughed again, pushing me toward the crowd before disappearing again.

I stood there for a moment, zoning out a bit. Suddenly, I saw a blonde coming toward me rather quickly. "Elena? I thought you'd-"

She cut me off, her lips smashing onto mine, her hands gripping my hair tightly. "You're a fucking asshole, you know that?"

"Wha-?" I began to speak, caught off guard.

"Why are you acting all surprised? Weren't you expecting that I'd show up? You're pretty sure of yourself, aren't you?" she cut me off again, her voice sounding almost bitter. She'd been drinking and it was pretty obvious by the way she spoke.

"Um, I actually assumed you wouldn't show up, but here you are," I replied. "Why are you here if you think I'm such a huge asshole, Lena?"

She inhaled sharply. "I think the reason is pretty obvious."

A slight smirk formed on my face. "I thought you weren't interested in that."

She rolled her eyes in annoyance. "Look, if you're just going to be a prick, I'll go find another guy to fuck around with."

She began to turn away, but I grabbed her wrist, stopping her. Like hell I was going to let that happen. "Wait, I'm sorry."

She raised an eyebrow. "You really wanna get laid, don't you?"

I chuckled. "If it's with you, most definitely."

"Wow," she shook her head. "You're so smooth."

"I try," I responded sarcastically.

Suddenly, she reached over, grabbing my cup out of my hand, finishing off its contents. "Well, come on, then."

She handed the empty cup back to me, taking my hand before dragging me through the crowds of people.

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"Fuck," I groaned, dragging my hand through my hair. "You really are something, Lena."

She stood up, putting on her bra and underwear, not saying a word.

"What are you doing?" I asked her, sitting up.

"What do you think I'm doing?" she responded, picking up her dress off the floor and sliding it on.

"Do you have to leave? I'm going back home tomorrow which means I won't see you anymore."

"G," she spoke. "I can't stay. Besides, this was supposed to be a one night thing, and you ended up getting two because I'm oddly attracted to your arrogance."

I chuckled a bit, standing up and sliding on some boxers before walking over to her. I cupped her face in my hands, looking down at her. "Stay, please?"

She shook her head. "You'll just make it harder when you leave. I don't have a lineup of people to sleep with like you do."

"Okay, I somehow highly doubt that, looking the way you do," I responded.

A slight blush rose in her cheeks as she looked away. "Stop it. I really don't."

She stood on her tiptoes, her lips brushing against mine but she pulled away before I could do anything else. "I'll be around if you want to hang out the next time you're in town. Goodbye, G."

"Right, just don't forget about me," I smirked, and she shook her head once again.

With that, she slid on her shoes, walking out of the room.