Coming Down [G-Eazy]

Chapter X

A/N: I'm going to have to slow down on posting soon since I've only got about another five-ish chapters after this one as of right now. Please vote/comment if you liked it, as it's what keeps me motivated to post, lol. Thanks for reading, it really does mean a lot. x

Elena's POV

The next month and a half went by relatively fast, as I was super busy doing different shoots all over California, and even a couple out of state. I loved it, though; I hated being idle and not doing anything. It made me feel accomplished being able to be on the go constantly.

After not hearing anything from G for such a long period of time, I had assumed he had forgotten about me or given up when I didn't respond to his texts just before he left for tour. I was glad because it was what I wanted; it would be a lot easier than having to awkwardly end things in person. Both our lifestyles were way too hectic for us to get involved any further, and I didn't really want anything more from him at that point, to be honest. It was fun while it lasted, but I knew that keeping it up would be detrimental for both of us in the long run. 

Apparently, I wasn't getting out that easy because he texted me: Lena, I know you've been ignoring me but I'm in LA tonight. I wanna see you if you're still interested in me. 

Fuck. Of course, I was still interested in him, but I knew that logically we should stop this. We should have stopped it a long time ago, but he was way too good to give up. I knew that I was just one of his many hookups on tour, but I tried to push that to the back of my mind. I missed him a lot, and I hadn't really realized up until then just how much. 

I sighed audibly, debating on what I should say. Still not gotten your fix of sex yet G? I'm sure there's lots of girls who want you in LA

Hey, that's in poor taste. Actually though I can't fucking sleep with anyone because all I've been thinking about is you, and now I really really really need to get laid. Please just come.

That's laughable, I really don't believe that's true. And you want me to drive a whole 20 minutes to LA just so you can fuck me?

Well no. You can come see the concert too. Come hear some of my stuff if you want

Idk G. Sounds like you're just using me

Please just come. I'll text you the address of the hotel. I've got an off day in LA just for you ;)

You are the dumbest person I have ever met, seriously. I'll be there in about an hour.

You're the best and you will not regret it ;)

For some reason, I felt like his statement was entirely wrong. I was going to regret it, because this was going to make him think that I was going to just drop whatever I was doing and give him what he wanted all the time. Why couldn't I just fucking stop? I thought to myself, throwing my phone onto my bed, not even responding to his text. Going to my closet, I found a random pair of black skinny jeans and a plain white crop top, throwing them on. Then, I put on some eyeliner and mascara before getting my purse from my dresser. After lacing up my Vans, I grabbed my keys off the hook near the doorway. 

"Hey, where are you going?" Brooke asked me from the couch. I had been so focused that I hadn't even realized she was sitting there.

"Out," I replied, going to open the door. 

"Where? If you're going shopping I'll come with you. I need to pick up a few things-" she went to stand up. 

"I'm... not going shopping, Brooke," I cut her off. "I'll be back later tonight. Got some last minute stuff to plan for a shoot. You know how it is."