𝕾𝖞𝖓𝖔𝖕𝖘𝖎𝖘: Ever since hooking up with Elliot at the New Years party, you've had your eye on him. Of course, nothing in life likes to go your way, and it's no surprise when he just wants to be friends who hookup and nothing more.

𝕻𝖆𝖎𝖗𝖎𝖓𝖌: Elliot x Female Reader

𝖂𝖆𝖗𝖓𝖎𝖓𝖌𝖘: cursing, mentions of smut

𝕬/𝕹: thank yall for 11k reads wtf i appreciate it sm. also this is my shortest fic ever i didn't even think that was possible

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Jules Vaughn. You were beginning to fucking hate her, despite not knowing her at all.

Elliot should've just married her. And it was pissing you off how much he talked about her right after your one night stands with him, almost as if you weren't in the room.

"So what should I do about Jules," he'd ask the moment you stepped out of his bed and put your shirt back on.

The silence though, it was pretty thrilling. It has been approximately 2 minutes since you'd finished hooking up with Elliot, and he hadn't mentioned Jules at all.

You lied in his bed, trying to relax as he sat on the ground, strumming his guitar to a song he made up.

"So—about Jules..." he started.

"Jules," you muttered out, heaving an annoyed sigh.

"Yeah, what about her?"

"What makes her so special?"

"She's–this is gonna sound corny—she's the one, you know?"

"But...what if she's not?"

"What do you mean?"

"What if she's got a boyfriend or something?"

"—Girlfriend."

"So she's a lesbian. Meaning you're out of luck in that department," you chuckled out.

"Well, I wouldn't say lesbian. We've kissed before."

Your fists gripped the blanket of Elliot's bed, and you fought against the urge to sit there and scream. Elliot wasn't yours, of course he wasn't.

"You kissed? While she was dating this other girl?"

"It sounds so bad when you put it like that, Y/N."

You bit your lip, hoping you didn't come off as aggressive as you sounded. God forbid, it would hurt the both of you if he knew how much you cared.

"I just—why get your hopes up, you know? I think you're a good person. And good people don't homewreck."

Elliot snickered, resting his guitar in his lap and his head on his hand, staring back at you.

"And....why the fuck would it matter to me if you think i'm a good person? We're just hooking up, Y/N. We're not together."

"That's the problem."

"Y/N," he let out, his eyes shifting nervously toward you, "we aren't together."

"You don't need to remind me."

"Y/N, I thought that you knew. That went we agreed to this, it wouldn't matter who either of us were seeing."

"I like you, Elliot," you breathed out. You sat up, clasping your hands together. Your stomach churned as you looked at him, and you were beginning to feel sick as he licked his lips, turning his head away from you. He sucked his teeth.

"No you don't. You like having a plug. I'm the one with the weed, and you just like hooking up and getting high. Nothing to be ashamed about. That's enough for you."

Your eyebrows furrowed. You glanced at the wall, unable to take that damned scowl off of your face.

"Who the fuck are you to tell me what I feel?"

"Oh-like me getting my hopes up about Jules?"

"Jules, Jules, Jules, fuck the both of you."

You began to get up, which was pretty laughable considering you were wearing nothing while you were under his covers. Naked and angry didn't mix.

You put on the t shirt and underpants you wore when you came to his bedroom, and headed for the door. Surprisingly, Elliot didn't know went to stop and shut up.

"I'm just trying to help you out Y/N. I know weed makes us all a little cra-"

"Call me anything, I fucking dare you, Elliot. But it better not be crazy. And least I'm not a—a home wrecking whore!"

"Don't call Jules a whore."

"I was talking about you," you spoke, putting your shoes on, "But if the shoe fits—"

"Just fuck off, Y/N."

"Gladly."

You grabbed your phone off the nightstand and left. As soon as you ditched his house, you walked home, struggling not to fall to the ground and cry. And as you expected, seeing Elliot around school would be painful as hell.