Rebellious

Chapter 3

The next morning Sal woke up half expecting to see another body in his bed but smirking when he didn't. "Good, she actually listened." He said, getting up and slipping on his boxers. He picked up the note she left with her name and phone number but Sal didn't need that. He never did.

He stripped his bed and threw the sheets into the washer. Then went to find something for breakfast, seeing his phone light up on the counter he picked it up. He bit his lip seeing the five missed calls from Jessa and one voicemail.

Sal listened to the voicemail. "Hey Sal, it's me.. Um.. Look, I'm sorry about our fight. Please don't push me away." Sal heard Jessa sigh and when she spoke again it sounded like she was crying. "Sal, I'm so sorry.. Please call me when you get this, please."

Sal sighed, deleting the voicemail deciding that after a shower and a quick look at TMZ's website he would call Jessa. Fifteen minutes later he was in front of his computer looking at the headlines on TMZs page. He chuckled to himself when he saw his name in bold.

Sal Vulcano successfully running his wholesome, pure, good guy image into the ground.

Parents and fans are equally upset with his antics. Just take a look at these recently captured photographs and decide for yourself on his change - is this enough to cost the young TV star his career? Or will he be forever immortalized as the Rebellious kind...

Sal clicked through the photos of him partying it up at Club Vicious last night, stopping when he saw himself grinding up against the blonde he had dragged home last night. Although he was pretty sure she had come along all too willingly. What was her name? Mindy? Katie? Sal wasn't sure nor did he care enough to look at the scrap of paper she had left behind.

He continued to look through the pictures, seeing quite a few that his family or friends (or most likely both) would surely be calling about once they found out about his alternate lifestyle.

Actually, knowing his family, they would come over and try to have a family meeting that would turn into a career meeting that included his best friends and how important it was for Sal to clean up his act and start being responsible for the show's sake.

Sal clicked through a couple more gossip sites, looking for different angles and stories documenting last night's activities before finally calling Jessa. He was pretty sure she was upset, no doubt over the photos of his exploit's the night before. Ugh, girl drama. He was never very good at dealing with all of their emotional baggage. After his failed relationship with LeAnn, he just wanted them for a little fun, he was never interested in a relationship so there was no need for any emotions to be invested in either party. Just bang them and never see them again. That was Sal's philosophy and he rather liked it that way. As he had learned the hard way, relationships were too much work and he wasn't interested in the effort it took.

He hit number six on the speed dial of his phone, putting it to his ear and waiting for Jessa to answer, mentally preparing himself for the drama and yelling that was undoubtedly to follow.

"Sal! I'm so glad you called, I was worried." Jessa said quickly answering after the third ring.

"Yeah, there's no need to worry about me, Jessa. I'm fine." Sal replied sighing. It felt like he was saying that a lot lately.

"I wouldn't say fine." Jessa retorted, looking through the same photos Sal had. "Sal... What's going on with you? Please talk to me."

"Nothing is going on." Sal sighed, here it comes.

"Yes there is! There has to be. You're always out clubbing lately and finding some random girl to hang out with - to sleep with no less. You are better than that. I hate to know my friend has become a male slut. Are you proud of that image Sal?" Jessa sniffled.