Change of events (gxg)

Chapter 22

Naya POV

It's been a week since the fight between me and Demi. I just had to work it all off in the gym, I went a lot more than usual, which only made Demi even more mad, since the fight was about going to the gym. Demi was obsessed with going there lately and I had made the mistake to point it out to her. I was concerned about her, I don't want her to end up in rehab again. Nobody would wish that upon someone else. I thought about how to solve this, but honestly I don't know how to anymore. All I'd get were dirty glances, cursing me to the depths of hell. So I went out to focus on rehearsals for Glee. As I needed to wear a cheerleading uniform again I needed to look in shape. Also I needed to return to New York for a few weeks and Demi couldn't come with me as she was busy for her new album.

When I finished my fitness routine I took a shower in the gym and checked my phone later for any texts or calls. "Of course" I mumbled, swiping my phone to look at Demi's text.

To Naya from Demi: Where are you? Or is it also none of my business?

I closed my phone again, not bothering to reply as she was most likely back in her singing booth again. I hated being in this situation and honestly I thought she was exaggerating, but if I'd ever voice out this thought I'd be dead in less than a second. I collected my gym stuff and went outside into my Mercedes G63 and drove off home.

As I got home I put my stuff in the laundry basket and went upstairs to get my suitcase, I didn't need much as I have all my Santana clothing on set, but I still had one full suitcase and my big purse. I figured I could try to call Demi, since I would leave tomorrow morning and I don't remember when Demi would be home today, if she comes home at all. Lately she's had late evening meetings or last minute dinners with her manager about every day. If I didn't know any better I'd think she was cheating on me, but I can't allow myself to think like that. I dialled her number, looking at the clock, seeing it was already 5pm, so she should be finished recording today. My phone kept going over, after the fifth I wanted to hang up again, but she had answered;

D- Hello?

N- Dems, it's Naya, I was wonderi...

D- I can't talk right now Naya, I'll be home late, there's a last minute meeting with Nathalie. Bye!

N- Dem... I couldn't even finish one sentence, she cut me off then hung up on me. She should make that sentence her voicemail, she uses it all the time. Ah well what did I expect, that she would have time for me? I'm guessing she's still mad at me. She'll have plenty of time to think about us when I'm gone. To be honest, I don't have the feeling that she loves me anymore. We used to spend so much time together, but now I'm happy if I see her for a few hours a week. I get that she's busy, but she's not the only one. And I refuse to wait for her like a lost puppy, that's not how Naya Rivera sees her relationship.

I sent her a text message, saying I would leave tomorrow at 11am sharp. I didn't get a message back, not that I expected to get one. I was too mad to make some dinner, so I ordered pizza and called, my co-star Lea Michele.

L- Lea speaking?

N- Hey Lea, it's Naya, I was wondering how you are doing?

L- Oh hi Nay, I'm doing great, just finished my afternoon run. How are you and Demi?

N- Ugh, don't speak of her, we got in a fight almost a week ago and I barely see her lately, she's always busy...

L- Aw, what's it about, if you don't mind me asking?

N- I told her she was working out too much and she took it the wrong way.

I explained Lea everything while I was waiting for my pizza, when it arrived I told Lea to wait for a minute. I paid for my pizza and re-joined the conversation. An hour later we hung up and I prepared myself a bath, needing some time to relax.

Just before I wanted to get in bath my phone rang. "Ugh, now what?" I mumbled, grabbing my phone, seeing it was Ryan.

R- Hey Naya, sorry for calling this late, but I had to tell you, there's a flight cancelled from LAX to JFK so you'll have to take a flight with a switch in Missouri.

N- Oh ok, thanks for warning me Ryan, when is this flight?

R- It's at 5am in LAX and the switch is at 11am so you should arrive around 3-4pm in New York.

N- What? That early? Ugh alright, good things I already packed. Thanks for calling me Ryan, see you in two days.

R- See you Naya, have a good flight!

"You've got to be kidding me! That early! I better get to bed right after that bath" I yelled to no one in particular. As I was still holding my phone, I texted Demi, telling her my flight had changed and that I'd be leaving at 5am. Again no answer. Sighing I got in the bathtub, after putting on some music and enjoyed the hot water, finally relaxing a little. Half an hour later I got out and towel dried myself, not bothering to wear any underwear and got in bed, trying to get as much sleep as I could.

My alarm blared, making me jump. "4:30 already?" I asked myself groggily, getting out of bed. I put off the alarm, still seeing no texts from Demi. "Well, someone cares about their girlfriend..." I said, trying to ignore the pain in my chest. I got dressed and told my driver to take me to the airport. I hope to at least sleep a bit during the flight from LAX to MO.

Once I arrived at the airport, I was happy to see it less crowded than usual, so I could easily go to my gate and wait for my flight to leave. 'Pling ploing, the flight to Springfield MO, 5am is ready to board, gate 7' I got up and went in line to check in, there weren't much travellers so it passed by quickly and I could take my seat. "Finally some rest" I mumbled, buckling myself in next to the window, closing my eyes, drifting off to sleep.