Love Is For Fools - Fifty Shades Of Grey: Elena's Story #Explicit [Fifty Shades]

CHAPTER TWENTY FIVE

FEBRUARY 2002

"Oh darling, it can't be that bad."
"It IS! The content is so BORING!"
"Christian, you chose to major in economics and politics. It's bound to be a little...dry."
"Dry doesn't even come close," he sighs down the phone and I imagine him running his hand through his glorious floppy hair in irritation. "The economics is okay...but the politics...It's all just talk and hot air."
I laugh. "Yes, that just about sums up politics, my darling. You have learnt something then!"
He chuckles. "I miss you SO much, Elena. Christmas seems a lifetime ago. I don't know how I'm going to get through the months till we meet again."
"Oh, Christian." I scold. "I told you to socialise. You didn't go to college to become a monk!"
"Socialising equates to fucking, around here. You don't know what it's like. The moment I step out of my dorm door it's like goddamn open season! Next time I'm home I'm buying an attack alarm and some pepper spray!"
My poor sweet Prince. He'd worked so hard to get into Harvard, but being so far from home without the tangible support of his family, Flynn and myself...He was obviously struggling.
"Have you spoken to Flynn or your family recently?"
He sighs again. "Yeah...I speak to mom and Mia a lot. Mom just worries about me so I don't tell her anything...and Mia's too young to deal with my shit. Elliot's finally in a regular relationship, yet all he's interested in is if I've blown my goddamn cherry yet! Flynn at least talks me through coping strategies...But not how to miss being with you." He finishes in a sad tone that makes my heart ache.
"Oh, Christian..." I begin.
"Hang on, Elena...There's something being pushed under my door..."
I hear scuffling in the background and what sounds like an envelope being ripped open. "Oh for fucks sake!" I hear him suddenly snarl.
"Christian!" I call in alarm. "What is it?"
He puts his cell back to his mouth. "Yet another invite to a Valentine's Night party to end all parties, this weekend. I have a trash-can full of this shit. I swear after my next lecture, I'm hitting the art room and making up a poster that says FUCK OFF in big letters and nailing it to my goddamn door!" He rants vehemently.
"Christian." I must try and placate him before he goes and does some serious damage. "Why don't you come home for the weekend? Get away from it all?"
"What, and have Elliot rip into me about coming home like a sad virgin on the one weekend everyone's got a free pass to bang the crap out of each other? No way. I'd never live it down." He moans softly and my body quivers in response to the sound. "Besides," he continues. "I've got a shitload of study to do, plus an assignment due in by Tuesday. I'm just going to go into lockdown and block every fucker out this weekend. Hopefully they'll all be too busy blowing their loads to miss me."
"Oh, Christian." He sounds so dejected I can hardly bare it. I hate to think of my beautiful Prince - who has come on in leaps and bounds over the past eighteen months - is so far away and so unhappy. "I wish there was something I could do, but I'm stuck in Albany for the next week with..." Shit, can't mention Linc's name as it just riles him up further, but he knows I'm there with him working on a new build. "...business." I finish lamely.
"I know, I know." I can hear the tightness in his voice.
"I DO miss you terribly too, Christian. You know that don't you?"
"Yeah...Maybe once you're back and this assignments done, I can pop back for the weekend. Call it a study break."
"Of course, darling!" I brighten thinking of the possibilities. "You should definitely look ahead to do that. Give you something to look forward to and focus on."
"I could do with looking forward to something at the moment, that's for sure." He sighs again. "Look, Elena I have to go I have a Lecture in ten with Professor Briscoe who is about one hundred and ten and looks like Einstein, but is as sharp as a tack. I'll text you okay? Maybe we can chat again in a couple of days?"
"Yes, yes, Christian. Please don't lose faith my darling okay? Remember there are plenty of us in this world who love and believe in you."
"Mmm." Typical Christian negative response.
"There ARE, Christian. We're all here for you. Okay?"
"Okay." He acquiesces.  "Speak to you soon...Ma'am..."
And with that delicious word hanging between us, he ends the call.