𝐬𝐭𝐚𝐭𝐮𝐞𝐬𝐪𝐮𝐞 | machine gun kelly

12

I WENT BACK TO MY SEAT, THE music blaring into my ears from the stage. Trippie was just talking, asking the crowd to cheer so loud that the satellites would shake, which was not possible of course but that was just how high Trippie got on stage. It was Colson's turn and he had come on the stage now, I could tell by the screams of delight that were almost deafening me now. 

I was still shaking as I grabbed my phone that I had left on my seat, I didn't want to face the stage and look at him. I wanted to pretend he didn't exist right now. Taking my phone, I made my way backstage from the crew way and dialled Sam's number when I couldn't see him backstage. Then as his caller tone rang in my ear, I made my way outside. I was going to go back to the hotel. 

"Hello," Sam chirped over the music in the background. 

"Hi Sam," I replied, the show sounds becoming a bit blur outside as I made my way to the street to stop a taxi. "You don't need me right? I'm going back to the hotel." 

"What, why? Aren't you watching the show?" Sam asked in concern. 

"I'm tired," I managed, "You enjoy it for me okay?" 

"Alright, go rest," He sighed, and I could feel him shake his head. 

I hung up and stopped a taxi, told the driver the hotel name, and I was then on my way. I rested my back to the seat and put a hand on my chest trying to recede my still pounding heart. What just happened to me? 

Colson Baker tried to sleep with me. 

Would I have given in if I thought he was still the same person I met on that studio terrace? yes. I would've. But he's not that person anymore. He's no different than Trippie despite what bullshit I tell myself in consolation. And whatever Trippie is, however he treats me, I am no cheater. For all his faults, I will not make one in myself, despite how much I wanted to. But why do I want to? 

I think it's just me. I'm so used to disliking the way Trippie gives me attention that when I get a different kind of attention that I do like, I think I don't deserve it. 

The taxi soon came a stop outside of the hotel and I got off, paying off the driver with the emergency money I had slid behind my phone case in between my room key card. Then I made my way inside and took the elevator. The elevator opened on the 6th floor with a ding and I started making my way towards my room, 505. 

The hallway was empty except for two guys that I could make out in the distance in the direction of my room. They were both wearing black jeans with one guy wearing a green shirt and the other wearing a black one. They were frantically trying to open a door. Getting closer, I made out the black leather gloves they were both wearing and realized in an instance, but still too late, that they were trying to break in. They had a black bag resting by their feet. 

They hadn't noticed me, but suddenly my heart started thudding so loud I felt as though I was making so much noise. They were trying to break into 506, Colson's room. And my room was just beside it. I quickly looked back towards the elevator, it was at a distance now. Should I run? get hotel security? 

"Well," one of spoke, and my head instantly turned towards them. Shit, they had seen me. 

"What do we have here?" The other one in the green shirt spoke, his voice much higher than his partner in crime's. 

My instinct quickly took over and I sprang towards the elevator. Rapid footsteps thudded behind me, running. I reached the elevator but decided to rush past it. It will take time to summon it and the doors will take a while to open and shut, it was useless in these situations. Rushing past, I tried to look for stairs, but was met with an endless hallway of doors and another elevator in a far off distance.