Coming Down [G-Eazy]

Chapter V

A/N: A bit longer of a chapter this time, haha. Kind of ends a bit abruptly but anyways, as usual vote/comment if you liked it. It really means a lot! x

Elena's POV

I sat on the couch, idly flipping through channels on the television. After about fifteen minutes, I finally settled on some reruns of some random show that I didn't really intend on watching, anyways. It was more just background noise for the otherwise silent apartment; both Brooke and Jesse had gone out for breakfast, and despite them insisting on me going, I decided to stay back.

I still hated myself for giving into the temptation and going back to G's hotel room once again. I knew I shouldn't have done it, especially since Brooke had warned me about him. She was right when she said it was easy to get fucked up with him. After only knowing him for two days, he'd already managed to do so pretty badly. There was something about him that intrigued me, and it wasn't just the fact that he was a good lay. Cockiness wasn't a trait that I usually found attractive, rather it was one that I avoided, but he just pulled it off so well and I hated that I liked it.

I stood up, padding my way into the kitchen to make myself something to eat. I hadn't eaten anything since the night before, and I was beginning to feel a little sick from only drinking alcohol and not consuming any food. I decided on peanut butter and toast as it would be the easiest both to make and on the stomach. After the toast popped up, I spread some peanut butter on it, going back into the living room and plopping down on the couch. I was about halfway through eating it when someone knocked on the door. Who the hell would be here when it was barely noon?

Taking my plate with me, I practically stomped to the door, pissed that someone would make me get up at that point in time. I took a bite out of my toast before opening the door. I almost choked when I saw who it was.

"G? What are you doing here?" I hissed. "How do you even know where I live?"

I wasn't even dressed yet, my hair was in a bun on the top of my head and my mouth was full of peanut butter. Nice.

"You're not even going to invite me in?" he faked being offended.

"No, I'm not going to invite you in because you shouldn't be here!" I spoke, exasperated.

"Calm down, okay? Jesse and I were supposed to hang out later, and he told me he was going to be here. That's how I know, relax," he laughed.

"Well, he's not here so you'll have to come back," I went to close the door but he stopped it with his foot.

"Oh, I know that. Why do you think I'm here right now?"

"No," I shook my head. "No, no, no. You should not be here, G. This is not right."

I was still concerned with what Brooke had told me about him. After all, I really didn't know anything about him; I didn't even know his actual name, for god's sake.

"Come on. Why are you so big on moralities? I'm here for another six hours, and then you never have to see me again, okay?" he managed to move closer to me, cupping my face in his hands and tilting it up toward his.

Hearing him say that almost made me sad; the last two nights were fun, despite how fucked up it all was. Getting attention from guys wasn't something I was new to, but it was strange coming from a guy like him. And I know it wasn't like casual hookups were abnormal- even for me they weren't- but doing it with someone like him, a complete stranger and not to mention a "famous" one, was just not really in my realm of happenings.

I exhaled audibly, moving away from him. "Fine. Come in."

He smiled a bit, following me into the apartment where I sat down on the couch, my legs folded underneath me. "I'm finishing my toast first, though."