Been You

Chapter 51: Sext With Me (Part 2)

ELYSANDRA'S POV:

"Eels," Tyler says in disbelief. I just sit there, mortified, unable to speak. He waits for me to explain, but I can't. I shrug and shake my head to signify that I have no response for him. He continues in the absence of my response. "I don't think Justin is good for you," he says plainly. My jaw drops in utter shock. Justin? JUSTIN? What in the fresh hell?

"Justin? You think Justin is bad for me? Because we were sexting? Okay, I admit, I shouldn't have done it while at dinner with you, but I'm a grown woman. I am a sexual being, and there's nothing wrong with that. It's my choice. Justin doesn't force me to do anything. If anything, I ask him for sex more often than he asks me. We're supposed to be friends. Why is this such a problem for you, Ty?" I finish my rant with the question.

"For me? It's a problem for you! This whole campus is calling you a slut, and now I see why! He's changed you, Eels. You were never this way before him. He's not good for you Eels," he patronizes.

"Tyler, the whole campus calls me a slut because I have sex. I bet you can't find one person here that doesn't though. Have you noticed how everyone blames me for losing the game by 'distracting the star player,' but no one, not a single soul, held Justin accountable for losing. He is the one that lost after all. It's not my fault, and I won't let you or anyone else here make me feel guilty for it. I like having sex with my boyfriend, why is that such a bad thing?" I ask incredulously.

"Because you're supposed to be mine! Not being a hoe with some hockey player. So cut the shit with Justin and come back to me. It's only a matter of time before he realizes your disgusting behavior is holding him back and he dumps you anyway," he says. My heart sinks. Tears well in my eyes.

"Justin says I'm the best thing that happened to him," I counter, my voice shaking.

"So you really think that when he gets signed, and he will get signed, and he has his choice of any girl he wants, that he'd really still choose you? No guy would, sure as hell not Justin," he predicts. My mascara is streaming down my face with tears now. I sniff to try to maintain at least some composure.

"I'll never know for sure what Justin will do," I sob, "but I do know what I will. I will always choose Justin. It's always been Justin, even when I was with you. Even if Justin were to leave me for someone skinnier, prettier, better... I'd still choose Justin. I wouldn't want anybody else. And even if I couldn't have anybody else, I'd still never choose you," I say before getting up and storming out, tears running down my face. I pull my phone out and call the first number I have on speed dial while walking, probably not even in the right direction.

"Hey, babygirl," Justin says, sounding satisfied.

"Justin," I sob, unable to get anything else out.

"Elysandra? What's wrong? Where are you?" Justin rushes.

"He said," I hiccup, "he said," I stop, the tears making me unable to get it out.

"Ely, tell me where you are and I will come get you," he enunciates sternly. I look around trying to figure out where I am. I don't see anything I recognize. My eyes are blurred with tears.

"I don't know, Justin," I cry, frustrated. "I'm sorry," I weep. "I'm such a fucking -"

"Hey, hey, hey? Baby, no. Calm down, it's okay. I'm gonna find you, baby, okay? Now, take a deep breath, and try to tell me the last place you can remember being."

I breathe in deeply. It does help to calm me down a bit. "I was at the pizzeria. With him," I finish angrily.

"Who, Tyler? Can you go back there? Should I call him?" Justin asks frantically.

"No!" I yell. "Don't call him; I'm not going back," I say sternly. "You were right," I admit, softly. He's quiet for a moment.

"I'm sorry, baby," he whispers. "I'm going to find you, okay. I'm on my way to the pizzeria, and Ill find you from there okay?" He assures. "Stay on the phone with me, okay? Do not hang up."

"Okay," I say as I pace back and forth, the fear of being out here alone and lost finally kicking in. "Justin?" I ask.

"Yes, baby girl? Are you alright?" He asks worriedly.

"Yeah, but I think I see a street sign? It's... Sycamore? I think?" I say, my eyes finally drying up. I hear Justin breathing heavily.

"I know where that is! I'm running to you right now! Stay where you are!" Justin pants. I exhale a sigh of relief.

"Found you," a voice whispers behind me. I whip around, expecting to see Justin. Instead, its Tyler. I open my mouth to scream, but only a bit is let out before Tyler covers my mouth. He grabs me in a bridal hold, but it is anything but romantic. In trying to struggle, I drop my phone.

"Ely?! Ely are you okay?" I hear distantly through the speaker of my phone. I try to yell, but my voice is so muffled I doubt he could've heard anything.

"I told you, you're supposed to be mine," Tyler says, carrying me off.