*** COMPLETED *** If I'm Lucky [A G-Eazy Story]

Chapter 16: "What if we were more than friends?"

A/N: Happy New Year, everyone! I hope everyone had a great holiday. I know I did! This chapter is in Kaitlyn's point of view. Enjoy!

March 10, 2018
The Beautiful & Damned Tour

***Kaitlyn's POV***

We've been on this tour for a little over a week now, and I'm not going to lie, I'm actually kind of beginning to have a little fun.

It's been a little annoying having Gerald steal Rachel from me with every chance he gets, so I've taken up talking to Grady in my free time.

He's shown me the basic functions of a camera and has even let me take a few photos. I'm not great by any means, but it's nice to have someone to talk to when my best friend is fucking her ex-boyfriend in the cramped tour bus bathroom.

I came out of the bathroom to Rachel looking at herself in the mirror and Gerald laying on the bed.

"Where are you going all dressed up?" I asked, raising an eyebrow.

Gerald looked over at me from his phone, sitting up.

"We're going out to dinner and leaving you and Grady alone for a while," he smirked as he grabbed Rachel's ass, smacking it. "Damn, baby girl, I love your ass." 

Rachel rolled her eyes, laughing as she turned towards me after spritzing herself with some perfume.

"We thought you and Grady could use a little one-on-one time," she smiled. "You know, away from tour and not on a crowded bus."

"Excuse me?!" I scoffed, putting my hands on my hips. "We get enough one-on-one time when the both of you are too busy fucking!" I nearly yelled. "It's just a fling, I don't want a boyfriend."

The truth is, I'm still not quite over hurting Rachel. Sleeping with Gerald quite literally broke her, and our friendship. It gave me a wake-up call, and though she's not romantically involved with Grady in any way, I'm still cautious.

"Then continue that fling," Gerald laughed as he checked his hair in the mirror. "Ain't nobody say you gotta cuff someone up."

"When are you gonna cuff Rachel again?" I yelled as I went back into the bathroom, slamming the door shut.

"You'll see!" He yelled as he turned back to look at Rachel. "Ready, baby?" He asked.

Rachel and Gerald left a few minutes later to go to some fancy Italian restaurant. He always seems to find one in every city we go to.

After eating half of a large cheese pizza and watching "The Greatest Showman" for the hundredth time, I decided to go see what Grady was up to.

"I can't believe I'm going to do this," I muttered, checking my leggings and t-shirt over in the mirror before sliding on my Nike slides and leaving the hotel room.

Gerald's room was next door to mine and Rachel's, and Grady's was next door to his. I didn't actually know if Grady was seeing or dating anyone - so if he answers and there's a half naked girl in his room, I'm throwing the whole relationship away.

He swung the door open seconds after I knocked on it - almost like he was waiting for me to come. Weird.

"Kaitlyn," he smiled. The room smelled like weed, which kind of made me sick because I can't remember the last time I smoked, but also turned me on because I wasn't aware that he was also a pothead. "Come in," he grinned again, stepping to the side and letting me through.

I walked in, crossing my arms over my chest as I sat down on the bed, crossing my legs as I looked up at him.

"Hi, Grady," I smiled. "I didn't know you smoked," I laughed as I slipped my slides off, crossing my legs under me.

He nervously ran a hand through his mop-like hair and sat down next to me.

"I haven't in a few weeks actually," he confessed as he held the lit joint between his fingers. "I decided to tonight because I was editing, and I felt anxious for some reason...want a hit?"

I took the joint from him and put it between my lips, inhaling. My lungs felt like they were on fire, but I successfully stopped myself from being an embarrassment in front of Grady.

"You okay?" He laughed as he watched me exhale after a minute.

I nodded, laying back on the bed and staring up at the ceiling.

"Yeah," I breathed. "It's just...I can't remember how long it's been since I've smoked weed," I laughed as I looked over at him as he laid down next to me after putting out the joint.

He rolled over on his side and propped his head up on his elbow - our faces were just inches apart now, and it was taking everything in me to not kiss him.

"You look so comfy and cute tonight," he laughed. "Rachel out with Gerald again?"

I rolled my eyes, nodding as I laid my arms behind my head, linking my fingers together.

"Yes," I muttered under my breath. "He steals her away from me the second he has any free time. All they've been doing is fucking, but she says they're 'just friends,'" I said as I rolled my eyes again.

"Gerald may steal Rachel away from you, but you have me," he said with a sheepish smile as he leaned down and pressed his lips to my cheek. His face was still stubbly.

I laughed as I looked up at him, shaking my head.

"That's true, we've gotten to be pretty good friends, huh?" I smiled. I thought if I convinced myself that we were just friends, it would take that urge to kiss him away...but it didn't. Fuck my life.

"What if we were more than friends?" Grady asked out of the blue. "Not like boyfriend and girlfriend, but like...I dunno, fuck buddies?" He asked. 

My eyes widened as I looked at him.

"You want me...to just...fuck you?" I asked, my heart sinking a little.

"Well...not exactly," he laughed as he nervously ran a hand through his hair. "I mean...maybe it could develop into something more one day, but for now, we could keep it just a fling."

I swallowed as I broke our eye contact. Is "fuck buddies" the term for what Rachel and Gerald are right now? They seem to be pretty happy, so it couldn't be that bad, right? Then again...if I catch feelings, I'd end up being shit out of luck because he wants to be just friends.

"Uh, I don't think I could be just your fuck buddy, Grady," I said as I sat up, running a hand through my hair. "I'm worth a lot more than that," I said as I stood up off the bed, sliding my sandals on.

He sat up after I did, grabbing my hand.

"Wait, don't go," he frowned. "That's not what I meant...I mean... we could just fuck around for a while and satisfy each other's needs."

"You think I'm horny for you all the time?" I scoffed, backing up towards the door.

"I see the way you watch Rachel and Gerald, I just thought you wanted someone to he-" He said as I cut him off.

"I don't give a SHIT what Gerald and Rachel do. She's my best friend and Gerald's...whatever Gerald is to her right now," I said as I opened up the hotel room door. "If she's happy, I'm happy. I'm not jealous of her, and I never will be. Don't you ever talk to me again, you pig," I yelled as I slammed the door, stomping back down to my own.

Once I got inside, I locked the door and walked over to the bed, getting in and burying myself into the covers. I started to cry, blinking back the tears that blinded my vision.

I can't believe this whole time, Grady thought I wanted to fuck around with him because I was jealous of Gerald and Rachel.

He's not as nice as I thought he was. And I was stupid enough to fall for it.