He was close now, the liquor from his breath and his cologne surrounding me, "Sorry, I don't do rappers." I whispered and used all my will power to push him off me. "What do you mean? Come back!" G yelled. I just shook my head and walked straight out of the club. G-Eazy, for once, can't get a girl, so now of course, she's everything he wants, but when he gets her will it last?

Who knew what could be made out of annoying calls, anonymous texts, and a little bit of chemistry? -highest rank #8 in short story -contains some mature content -completed but unedtited