Bite The Bullet. [a jessie j fanfiction]

CHAPTER 9: I Don't Wanna Be Alone.

We spent the rest of the night searching the decks, politely knocking on pretty much every dorm door and scanning the restaurants for any signs of Jessie and Dylan. Nobody knew where they were, nor where they had been. It was now 7:00am, and we were both exhausted. Robin had recently complained about a painful back, but it wasn't a frequent moan. He was a good guy, that could take care of himself. By now we were beginning to get worried; we'd looked everywhere for the two people we really cared about, on a huge ship, in the middle of nowhere, yet we still had no clue where they could be. We were both very angry at Dylan, me even more so than Mr Laidback, Robin, but we still felt a slight ray of empathy for him. We never knew that he'd had a drinking problem, and he obviously needed some help with it. He's a young man who likes to have fun, and we'd expect nothing less from him than a little drinking, but nobody really knew how bad he really was. He didn't know what he was doing, we'd guessed. All we knew really, is that we needed to get to him, and Jessie, now.

"Robin," I panted, resting my hands on my knees and bending down a little. "We won't find them now. They're obviously onto us." He stopped running and shot me a strange glare. "Onto us?!" He mimicked, crouching a little. "Yeah, like they know we're trying to find them, so they're running." -"Them? You think they're running away from us? As in Jessie too?" I shook my head fiercely in disbelief. "No. I think this is Dylan. He's doing this." I regained my breath rate and stood up straight, looking Robin in the eyes. I reached forward and grabbed his tie, pulling him up to his full height. "What have I done?" I asked rhetorically, my eyes burning. Robin stood silently for a while, before speaking. "You've done nothing. Don't worry, we'll get Jessie back. She'll be okay." He paused and touched the small scab on his head gently. He bit down on his lip. "Trust me." He said simply, a shot of determination ringing in his voice. I smiled strongly. "We've got this." I released his tie and punched his shoulder. He laughed and winked at me. "Right, don't go all mushy. It's quarter past seven, and we dock at the USA at eight. Doesn't Jessie leave then?" He asked, turning around. He began to walk, and I followed obediently. "Yeah. I was meant to be going with her." He stopped quickly, causing me to bump straight into his back. He gritted his teeth and turned, holding my shoulders tightly. "You listen to me. You're going to go and pack, I'm going to go and find Jessie, and you're going to go to America with her. Your girlfriend." Those words sent an electrifying shock through my body. "You mean that?" I asked, my voice shaky. He nodded and pulled me in for a hug. I squeezed him tight and released him quickly. I swung around and quickly made my way down the long corridor, leaving a confident Robin behind me.

I burst into my dorm and heaved out my black suitcase from under my bed. I threw in every hoodie and pair of skinny jeans I owned into the case and made my way to my desk. I tipped my palettes into the case with the screwed up clothes and zipped it up contently. I was happy, I knew I could trust Robin. I'd always been able to, honestly we were always the closest out of the three. I could tell him anything. Literally, anything. Aw, I loved that guy. Like brother and sister, we were.

Then again, Robin and Dylan were joined at the hip, until all that happened. I thought I could never trust Dylan again. Right there, in that second, I hated him. I really wanted to hurt him, like he had done to me. I felt a sharp pain in my chest and I quickly sat on my bed, breathing heavily. How could Dylan hurt me so much? How could he take something away that meant so much to me and act like nothing happened? He'd taken the person I loved with all my heart away from me. Words couldn't explain how much I wanted to cause him physical pain. I'd only known Jessie for a few days, I knew that. I never really believed in the 'love at first sight' thing, but this time I literally felt like that's what had happened to me. She was famous, I knew that, but since this ship is pretty private and there were no screaming fans allowed, to me, Jessie was just a normal girl. Oh, hell. She was a gorgeous woman. And I loved her.

I lifted the suitcase swiftly and shot towards the door. 'Robin's got this. I can trust him.' I thought, a grin spreading across my face. I walked down the corridor quickly, my pace increasing with every step I took. I was gradually getting more and more excited to see Jessie.

"JESSIE J, JESSIE J, JESSIE J!" I heard the familiar three syllables being practically screamed from outside. I guessed we'd docked so I pulled my phone out from my back pocket and looked down at it. 7:58am. Crap. I slid the phone back into my pocket in one swift motion and sprinted down the last stretch of the corridor. My heart was racing. Was I going to make it? Did she remember what she'd asked me? I slid around the corner and raced to the doors. I jumped down the steps, dragging the heavy suitcase behind me. "Jessie!" I called, checking to see if she was anywhere in the crowds. There was no reply. I was hoping that she'd still be in the ship somewhere. "Jessie!" I screamed again, just to be sure. She still didn't answer so I swung around, suitcase still in hand.

Oh my god. Jessie was standing there, in front of me, a few centimetres away. It was pointless trying to say anything, the crowds around us were growing more and more excited, plus I couldn't think of any words. I stood there in silence, admiring her. I let go of my suitcase and took a step forward. I pressed my hand gently on her cheek and looked deep into her eyes. "Jessie..." I whispered. It was all I could say. She opened her mouth to speak, but it was like the words were choking her. "What happened?" I asked, just managing to form the letters into words. "I have to go." She pulled her face away from my hand quickly and I took a step back onto the steps in disbelief. Three tall men in black uniforms formed around her, almost in a protective shell. The man at the front blocked my view of Jessie, but I could almost feel that she was worried. I stared at the man in front of me, and my eyes slowly adjusted to who it was.

"Hey Demi." He breathed. "Dylan." I said simply. He smirked dirtily at me. "So, where's Robin?" He asked me, and my stomach instantly began to churn. I felt physically sick. I wanted to hit him hard, knock him out. I looked down at him, a violent stare shooting from my eyes. "I'm sorry Jessie," I called over his shoulder, hoping for a reply. "I'm sorry I ever trusted you." I reached back for the suitcase and shoved past them, anger pumping through my veins. I sprinted off in a violent red haze, my head was spinning. I couldn't believe I'd ever trusted Jessie.

I thought I loved her, but now even I wasn't so sure.