"So...you haven't been answerin' my messages," Skylar comments, seeing you again at a fancy party for other celebrities.

Some of him hoped you would come to see him, but you'd been avoiding him the last two weeks.

Sure, he knew you'd be upset that he was caught with his tongue down some actress's throat at an after-party, but in his defense, he was incredibly drunk and high! And it's not like you were exclusive; you were nothing more than some fun.

That's what he should've been to you, too.

"I've been blowin' the shit outta your Insta and Snap," he adds casually, though he bites his lips anxiously.

He wasn't sure why he was feeling this way now. After having fun, he'd leave people like they were another notch on his bejeweled belt. But he'd never left you, and you'd never left him.

Whatever your relationship with Skylar was, it had been going on for almost a year, and when he texted, you always answered. But not anymore.

"C'mon, don't go ignorin' me," he grumbles, hating the possessive feeling gnawing in his heart when he thinks of you possibly replacing him with someone who wants to commit.