Jess awoke slowly, her throbbing headache ripping through her skull with every beat of her heart. She slowly stretched her arms, and gasped as she felt them encounter someone else. There was someone in her bed. She looked at the covers, moss green, she hated moss green. Her mind searched for whose house she could be at; she was too scared to turn and see the man who shared the bed with her.

What had she done last night? She wondered as she sat up in bed, realizing she was completely naked. Well that part was obvious, but who with? She slowly turned, so afraid it was someone disgusting, someone who surely carried more STD’s than the entire Playboy Mansion and sighed contentedly as she saw it was JC.

And then she was slowly sucked back into reality. She let out a scream that sufficiently woke JC from his slumber, his dark hair streaming in all directions possible. He looked at her groggily, groaning and then sat up, thinking that this was not the morning he had envisioned for them.

"I CAN’T BELIEVE I- I SLEPT WITH YOU!!" Jess screamed impulsively as she pointed a finger at JC who was struggling to pull on his boxers. JC’s heart shattered, the words burning a hole through his entire being. Something so beautiful had been degraded to "slept together," a term he had never heard her use before.

He quickly masked the hurt and turned, indignantly letting out a laugh, a laugh that betrayed how he secretly felt, "It’s not MY fucking fault that you were drunk off your ass! *I* didn’t want to!" he scoffed, crossing his arms over his chest.

"YEAH JC, you had NOTHING to do with this…like I had to fucking pin you down, Mr. ‘I like being on the top’…Yeah you TOTALLY didn’t want to…I fucking forced you get on top of me!" God, she prayed that that was only true; that he hadn’t felt forced or conned into making love to her, or had been just too drunk to even distinguish her from any other slut he may have slept with. She prayed that he had wanted her as much as she had wanted him, had missed him as much as she missed her.

"FUCK YOU JESS," he yelled, pushing the tears that kept wanting surface, back, a fire raging through his eyes.

"YOU DID THAT LAST NIGHT DIDN’T YOU?" she spat, crossing her arms over her chest and glaring in his direction. Stubborn as ever, he returned her glare, just as strong and steady as hers.

"What’s wrong Jess?" he taunted quietly now, his dark and controlled, "You’re little perfect life not going the way you wanted?" he asked, a scornful laughter in his eyes. "Well get fucking used to it…at least YOU didn’t get used last night…I’m just good enough to fuck but not good enough to be with."

"YOU KNOW THAT’S NOT TRUE," she screamed, tears of frustration threatening to spill. "You’re such a fucking bastard, JC. YOU are the one who cheated on ME!"

"IT’S NOT MY FUCKING FAULT THAT YOU KISSED JUSTIN!"

"It wasn’t mine either," she whispered, all signs of anger disappearing, before she sunk onto the bed, tears trickling from her eyes and staining a trail down her cheeks. She was shaking, her tears wracking through her body, a state that he had never seen her in before. She was so uncontrolled, so lost, merely a shadow of her ordinary self, left to writhe in agony as he tore her apart with his careless words.

JC stood awestricken, guilt bathing over him as he watched her cry, an immense sense of self-loathing suddenly beginning to take hold of him. "Jess, I’m sorry…" The writer of songs was finally speechless, the words that had once flowed so eagerly, now blocked, as if life itself had been sucked from him.

She got up, wiping her tears and shook her head in reply. "Bye JC," she said softly as she gathered the rest of her things and walked out the door. JC sat, tears now streaming down his face, and leaned up against the headboard of the bed, closing his eyes. His chest heaved as he curled up into the fetal position, bringing his arms in towards his chest. He bowed down his head and sniffled, finally falling asleep.

Outside, Roxy frowned as Justin shrugged sadly, leading her back down the stairs to the kitchen. "I guess we’re gonna hafta go to plan B."

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