Bite The Bullet. [a jessie j fanfiction]

CHAPTER 3: Facetiming London.

Robin engulfed me in a right hug, and I pressed my head deep into his chest. "I really like her." I said, sniffing a little. "I know it probably sounds stupid that I've only known her for a few hours but really, I can't seem to get her out of my head." -"Alright, alright. I'm sure she'll come around. Anybody would be lucky to have a girlfriend like you." I pulled back a little and looked up into Robin's blue eyes. "You really think so?" I pulled away with one of my arms and dabbed my watery eyes on my sleeve. Robin nodded and smiled warmly. "Yes, I really do." He pulled away and flopped down onto his bottom bunk, leaving me standing in the middle of the room, fiddling with my sleeves. "Leave them alone, you'll poke a hole in them." He said, his voice slightly hoarse. You could tell he was tired. I sat down on my bed and ran a hand through my hair. "Like I've done to pretty much all my hoodies?" I replied, pointing over to my small wardrobe full of slobbish clothes. I definitely am the comfy clothes type. I leant back and rested my head gently on my pillow. Something felt hard in my back pocket and I jumped up into a sort of bridge shape, pulling my IPhone out. My legs buckled and I fell back down into my original position on my bed. I held my phone a few inches from my face and checked the time: 10:00pm.

"Dylan won't be back for a bit, ey?" Robin said dozily, rolling over to face me. "Although its been a long day at work, he'll go out and get plastered again probably." I laughed. "Hey, I'm not sure. Dylan's not always like that, he just loves a good party." I replied defensively. "Last night was a one off, we all make mistakes." He raised a sarcastic eyebrow at me. "Okay, okay, he might get a bit tipsy, but that's all. I hope." -"He's probably down at the bar on the deck getting slaughtered. That Jessie girl might be there too." Those words swept a maroon wash over my face. "He'd better not try anything, cause I swear I'll kick him." -"Ooh, you'll kick him." Robin mocked. "Robin, I swear. If he lays a finger on h-" -"HEY!" Dylan burst through the door, obviously drunk, with a familiar girl holding onto his arm. Jessie. "Hello guys!" Jessie slurred, letting go of his arm and wobbling towards me. "How's it going?" She asked, dropping onto my bed beside me. I sat up and looked at her, confused. She leant over and rested her hand on my thigh, which instantly made the butterflies in my stomach go mental again. "Jessie, what happened to you?" I asked, holding her shoulder to steady her. "Well, I was at the bar-" She paused, and swallowed heavily before continuing, "And I was drinking some orange juice. I went to the ladies' room and when I came back, my juice tasted different." She licked her lip slightly, and I forced myself to keep eye contact with her. She ushered towards me with her finger, telling me to come closer. I leant forward and she put her chin on my shoulder. "Dylan put some vodka in it. I don't like vodka!" She laughed a little and stood up swiftly, pushing Dylan into the wall.

I chased Jessie out of the cabin, leaving a confused Robin and a vomiting Dylan behind. I was a pretty fast runner, so I caught up with her quickly. She pushed herself into one of the many ladies' rooms and ran into one of the stalls. I heard some horrible noises, and I could tell that the vodka Dylan had given her didn't really want to stay where it was. At first I covered my ears, but I could still hear the faint noises that I really didn't want to hear. I wanted to stay in there, to see if Jessie was okay, but I wasn't particularly keen on the vomiting that was going on behind me. I drew in a deep breath and thought of one thing that could possibly drown out the noise. I began to sing:

"White lips, pale face,

Breathing in snowflakes, burnt tongue, sour taste,

Light's gone, days end,

Struggling to pay rent, long nights,

Strange men..."

The disgusting noise behind me stopped and I turned to see a rather pale Jessie standing very close. Let's put it this way: I had to breathe through my mouth. She leant lazily towards me, and I didn't know what to expect. She wrapped her arms around my waist and pressed her chin on my shoulder. I wrapped my arms around her shoulders and was startled by what was happening behind me.

"And they say,

She's in the class A-Team,

Stuck in her daydream,

Been this way since eighteen..."

Jessie sung beautifully over my shoulder, continuing the song I had previously sung when I was trying to cover over the horrible noises. I was surprised at this, but her voice was so beautiful, so sweet and angelic. I smiled and squeezed her tight, I actually thought she liked me. Oh how wrong I was.

My phone lit up and I leant it on my leg, accepting the facetime call. I leant against the head of my bed quietly, trying not to wake anybody up. "Hey!" Summer shouted. I brought a finger to my lips harshly. "Hi! I don't want to sound annoying but there are three sleeping people in here, and I don't want to wake them." I looked down at Jessie, who had basically passed out on my bed. I had to lay beside her because, at some point in her sleep, she had wriggled so close to me her head was basically in the dip between my head and shoulder. "Who's she?" Natasha asked, popping up into the camera view. "This is Jessie," I replied, whispering. "And Dylan and Robin are sleeping over there in the bunk beds." I rotated my phone and showed the girls the two sleeping guys. "He's cute!" Daisy exclaimed from behind Summer. "Where did you lot come from?" I asked, laughing gently. My laugh made Jessie move a bit, and she made a cute noise. I smiled and resumed my attention to my phone. "Dylan is not cute." I said, frowning. "He's an absolute numpty." I heard Natasha laugh loudly and I widened my eyes fiercely. "Sorry." All three of them said in unison.

"So anyway, how's London? We're nearly in the USA so we're quite far behind." -"London's fab! We're heading out soon, we were just wondering when your two week break is? There's a pretty big party coming up soon and we were thinking if you'd be able to come or not." Summer invited. "Hang on, I'll check my calendar." I put the facetime on hold and went to my main page. It was quite hard to scroll through all my apps one handed, because I'd only just realised that my arm was under Jessie, almost cradling her. I literally had to carry her back here bridal style, because she was feeling pretty rough. I eventually found my calendar. "I get off mid-August." I recited. "That okay?" Summer looked back at the girls and they both nodded. "Perfect timing! What's the date now?" -"It's the 13th of July." -"Great, we'll see you then babe! I'll text you the details at some point. Bye!" Summer hung up the call and I yawned, setting my alarm for the following morning. I placed my phone on the small wooden table beside my bed and locked it, so the screen went black.

I pushed myself deeper under the duvet, my arm still under a sleeping Jessie. I gave her a gentle kiss on the head goodnight and wriggled back a little, to get a full view of her. She was so cute when she was sleeping: her hair curly, slightly smudged makeup and her mouth half open. Every time she breathed in, she made a tiny cute noise, which I couldn't help but smile at.

"Goodnight Jessie." I whispered, closing my eyes.