I was back in L.A. Anxious to see Joe, rushing home to my apartment. I ran in, threw my purse into my living room and raced down to Joe’s condo door. I didn’t even care what mine looked like... I just ran to see him. I knocked on the door, anxious to see him, till the door opened and a blonde woman stood there.... Oh wait... Miss Ashley Greene.... My heart stopped... oh god......
“Can I help you?” she asked. I tried to calm myself before I spoke.
“I’m here to see Joe..” I said, softly. She smirked.
“Well.. he’s a little indisposed... he’s in the rest room..” she said, smiling smugly at me.
“Ashley... your still here? Who’s at the-” Joe said, coming out and drying his hair with a towel, till he looked up to see me there.
“Mallory!!!” he said, excitedly. I just shook my head and started to back up. He looked at me, then Ashley then back to me. I was in tears already.....
“Oh!! No! No no no!” he said, rushing over, “Mallory.. no no... she’s not... we didn’t...” I didn’t let him finish stuttering to find an answer before bolting for my apartment door. Fuck this...... I refuse to be a stupid bitch who lets his charm work on her. I got screwed over, just like my uncle said, so screw him... Fuck... dammit.. I love him and he broke me... Within a week, i met a guy, fell in love and had my heart broken. Wonderful, just fucking great. I just shut and locked my door, going to my couch, with a blanket and a pint of ice cream.
My tears were on a rampage down my cheeks, as I sobbed helplessly on my couch. How could I be so stupid?! I was warned, I’ve seen in pictures how he used to stare at her. How could I possibly think he loves me even close to how he loved or well still loves her?! I was a mess of ridicule in my own head, lecturing myself on my stupidity, reprimanding myself for letting myself.. ONE fall for a guy period, TWO letting that guy be Joe Jonas, and THREE thinking he could ever love me..... After about ten minutes, I heard a banging on my door.
“Mallory... Baby.. please..” he begged, “That was far from what you thought it was....” I just tried to ignore him and wiped my tears from my eyes, but he continued.
“She came to pick up her shit... Her and I had only broken up a few weeks ago... and when I was cleaning, I found a box of her shit...” he said, in a non coherent blabbering mess, “I told her to come get it.. I thought she left, so I got in the shower...... Baby... please.. I love YOU... no one else...” I just stood up and went to my closed door and kicked it.
“GO. Away. NOW.” I screamed at it. I could hear him crying.
“No... please.. Malls.. please you gotta believe me...” he begged again, still beating his fists on the door.
“NO!! I don’t believe you! Uncle Johnny warned me about this shit!” I shouted, “He told me you’d break my heart... now STAY! AWAY!” I heard a body slide down my door and sobbing on the other side.
“Mallory....” he whimpered, “Please.. I can’t... I WON’T leave here until you listen to me,” I just turned off my TV, and all my lights before retiring to my bed to wrap myself tight in my blankets and cry myself to sleep. Thank God I started work tomorrow and I had something to forget about him.
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I woke the next morning, got a shower and head to my front door. I opened it and Joe was sitting in a chair, wrapped in a blanket, waiting on my front step.
“What the hell?!” I spat. He turned to see me and smiled.
“Malls,” he said, standing, dropping his blanket.
“Why are you here?” I asked, angrily.
“I told you... I’m not leaving here till you talk to me!” he said.
“Wow, so you slept out here? Stalkerish much Joe?!?!?!?!” I hissed.
“Dammit, Mallory, I love you..... I don’t give a flying fuck about Ashley,” he said, his eyes pleading with me.
“Then her shit should have been on the front step, not still in your house...” I shouted at him then seen the cameras, “Now, stop, the paparazzi...” I walked away, them asking questions if we were dating, why Joe was crying, why I was so upset.
“I’m sorry, Joe’s a neighbor, I miss home, my dog died,” I started, “He is just a sympathetic guy....” Lies... all lies..... fuck Joe Jonas.... I refuse to let him break me... I got a text from him shortly after I arrived at the courthouse.
“I love you... and I’m not giving up....” it said, from Joe of course. I sighed. I can’t believe him... seriously... he’s sitting on the edge of a need for a restraining order. I just sighed, sitting at my desk at the friend of the court. I worked as a case worker for children and their families... Custody, child abuse stuff.... I loved my job, but I hate it.... sometimes it was nice to see parents fighting tooth and nail for their kids, because they love them, but I have had a lot of parents in the past that just use them as tools in a divorce..... It’s sad really.... But my day dragged on, me ignoring his text messages, and the three phone calls he left at my lunch hours. Three voice mails of him begging pleading for me to listen to him. I don’t do heartbreak... I am not a door mat, and no matter how much I love him, and how fucking amazing I THOUGHT he was, I refuse to let him drag me down.
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Just In Love
Fanfiction"I guess everyone knows now......" he whispered into my ear, as we laid entangled in the sheets of my bed. "My uncle will kill us both when he finds out.." I responded, tracing circles on his chest. "He's just gonna have to get used to the fact t...
