Coming Down [G-Eazy]

Chapter VII

A/N: Longer and more interesting chapter to make up for the short, boring one before it, lol. Vote/comment if you liked it. x

Elena's POV

It had been almost two weeks since G left, and I was rather surprised by the lack of contact we had had since then. He sent me a simple "goodbye" text the day he left, and when I responded saying that we could still hang out when he was back in town, he never said anything back. This confused me as I didn't think I'd done anything to piss him off, and he seemed pretty interested in me, but maybe I was wrong. He probably had someone back home and didn't care about me. That's probably what it is, I decided. I was just someone to fuck around with while he was away. Not that I was overly upset about this; after all, that's what it was supposed to be, anyways.

So it definitely came as a surprise when I finished my shoot for the day and saw a text from him:

I miss you.

This was definitely strange coming from someone who was avoiding contact for well over a week. I didn't even know how to respond; I missed him too, but it was his fault for not responding to me in the first place.

Really? I thought you were pissed off at me considering your lack of response when you left, I texted back once I arrived home, feeling a little agitated because I knew the only reason why he was initiating contact now was because he wanted someone to sleep with.

I know, and I probably shouldn't be texting you now anyways but I can't help it.

So why are you then? None of your other fuck buddies free?

Please. It's not hard for me to find someone to sleep with. I'd just rather it be you Elena. I need to see you

At this point I wanted to roll my eyes back into my head and just leave the conversation at that, but I responded anyways: Not sure if you've noticed, but you're like six hours away from me so that's not going to work very well. Find someone else.

It took a little longer for a reply from him this time. Whoa, okay? Why are you so bitter?

By then, I was livid. How could someone be so goddamn dense? I thought as I typed out a text back. I'm bitter because it took you two weeks to respond to my fucking text and the only reason why you're responding to me now is because you're horny. Fuck you, seriously.

A few minutes passed and I still hadn't received a text back from him. I assumed he finally got the point and decided to leave me alone. 

Apparently I was wrong. 

My phone began ringing, and I looked down to see who I already anticipated it would be. 

"What?" I answered angrily. 

"Look, I'm sorry if I pissed you off, but even if you don't wanna fuck again I don't want to leave things on bad terms," G spoke, his voice slurring a bit. "The reason why I didn't text you back was because I was trying to cut things off with you. Brooke made it pretty clear that she didn't want me around you, and the easiest way I could think of was avoidance. That didn't work because I couldn't stop thinking about you. I'm obsessed with the thought of you, Lena. Specifically the thought of you underneath me."

"Are you drunk?" I asked him after I processed all that information, unable to think of anything else to say. 

I heard him exhale, a long pause following. "That's not really important. Are... Umm... Are you still pissed off?"

"Yes," I replied. 

"Fair enough," he laughed. "I'm sorry for making you mad."

"You should really go get some sleep, G," I said, changing the subject.