W.D.Y.W.F.M. (Jesse Rutherford Fanfic)

Chapter 5

A/N: Another chapter for you guys :) I won't be updating until probably thuesday or something, since I have quite a busy schedule... Until then, I hope you enjoy this, I already have my idea for the next chapter :P Peaceeee

Jesse’s POV

Last night is already a blur. But still a very clear, memorable blur. One of the best nights I’ve had in a while. And it wasn’t because of all the booze and weed; I do that mix every night or so. The true reason was behind the strangeness of the girl sitting right in front of me at the moment. No, we didn’t have sex. It’s just the fact that she was there; spending a bit of time on my lap, her eyes drifting away, touching her face, her slender fingers sliding down my neck… Yeah, she was totally drunk and ridiculously high. But even the way her eyes rolled in her head when she got stoned and her wide-eyed giggles turned me on.

It was a change of scenario; I was bored of all those beach babes that Zach kept inviting to these gatherings. They were all the same; smiling and fun and drop-death gorgeous. And I must say I felt for them a couple of times before.

But this one... Shit, I can’t even describe how much she intrigues me. She’s looks reckless and nonchalant, but still emits this strange innocence and vulnerability that doesn’t match her image at all. It may be the reason that I feel a little twitch run through my body whenever I think of her. She can easily be considered electric, as I still remember her performance on stage last night. The songs still stick in my mind. She’s got something… sort of contagious electricity.

Seeing her is even worst. Right now, she’s is sitting right in front of me and I can’t look away, even though I want to. The way she blows smoke out of her chapped lips and the way she rests her chin on her knees…

“What happened last night?” she suddenly interrupts my thoughts.

Is she serious?

“What do you mean…?”

“I don’t remember anything…” she shrugs, looking away.

What? I’m here practically fantasising about her and she doesn’t even remember the actual night? The fuck…

“Are you serious?”

“Um yes… You made me drink dude… I don’t remember shit.” she mumbles, tension rising in her voice.

“I didn’t make you drink.” I retort in defence. I definitely did not go her drunk. I may have shared one drink with her. But that’s about it. I don’t like taking advantage of people. Unlike some.

“Well someone did… I don’t drink on my will. And since you brought me here, I blame it on you.” she snapped, somewhat becoming pissed by the whole thing.

“Woah, woah, calm down sugar… That was probably Jer’s fault. He challenged you in beer pong…” Right. That was half true. I gave the idea to Jeremy and he kind of just put it in action. Everybody finishes by drinking all the cups when playing with Jer in beer pong. The dude slays.

“I ain’t no sugar. Now please bother to tell me exactly what I did last night?”

“You sure you wanna know?”

“Fuck it Jesse, I wanna know why I woke up in a weirdo’s bed dressed in a cat suit.” she hissed, partly embarrassed as she continued to take furious puffs of my cigarette.

“So um… I guess you got drunk when you lost at beer pong against Jer, and some girls offered you shots afterwards. Then you finished by dancing on the table with Devon…”

“Who the fuck is Devon?”

My ex-girlfriend’s sister… Scratch that.

“Um, a chick Zach always drags along… She and Nicole hang out with the gang often… But yeah there was some girl on girl action. It was pretty… entertaining…”

Right, girl on girl action. Basically just her and Devon grinding to some ratchet song. Nothing serious. But, ha, let think whatever she wants. And I must say that I’m kind of proud, since she practically face-palms. I kind of see that as a sign to keep going.

“You then challenged Zach at Guitar Hero, which I must say was your biggest mistake, ‘caus you know… you don’t fuckin’ challenge a guitarist at Guitar Hero, even I know that, no matter how drunk I might be…”

“I get it Jesse. What happened?” she mutters, obviously annoyed.

“You lost, but Zach said that you owed him something… you know how the dude gets, has to have some kind of prize… anyways, you said that you’ll do him a ‘favor’.”

“I gave him a blowjob, didn’t I?” she mutters, hiding her whole face behind her hands.

“I never said that… I actually don’t know, ‘caus he then brought you and Devon up to his room. Then, it’s probable that you both gave him a blowjob, or maybe, I don’t know, maybe you guys had a threesome. Look, I don’t know, but a bit later Devon came downstairs in your jersey, so I guess you must have gotten naked at some point…”

This is so fun. I can see the way she’s grinding her teeth that she’s over analyzing the whole thing. But the best part is about to come.

“Look.” I say, handing her my IPhone. It’s opened on a picture that Zach posted last night on Twitter. It’s a selfie taken from above, of him in bed, in the middle of Devon and Sky, both with their hair messily dispersed on the pillows. Sky has a cigarette between her fingers, while Devon still wears the ridiculous cat mask and Zach is just grinning stupidly between them. Of course, they all look fucking shitfaced. And the caption says, and I quote; ‘Probably about to get laid #mybitches’.

Looking at Sky’s face, she looks pretty annoyed. Who am I kidding? She’s fucking mortified.

An endless silence settles in as she blankly stares at the picture, probably looking at the comments. And those are kind of nasty, trust me. Zach’s fans can be hard-core.

She’s could probably beat the shit out of me at any moment for showing her the picture but I still find myself staring at her since I can’t look away. This isn’t physical attraction. Right, maybe a bit.

Shut up asshole, all you ever want is pussy and this girl clearly isn’t the one to mess around with.

Or is she? Well she may have proven me wrong; last night she did finish up with Zach in the same bed…. And who knows what really happened between them. Maybe they just passed out before doing anything, which would explain that they both had their clothes in bed. ‘Caus you know, I kinda peeked on them this morning.

Duh jealous much, Jess?

But surprisingly, during the night, I barely passed any time with her. I guess I was more on observing duty, except that one moment when…

“Wait a second… You dragged me down into your lap at one point, I remember that!” she suddenly speaks up, her tone rising dangerously.

“Umm, we were sharing a joint.” That is true. I still remember her giggles, as she blew out onto my neck. Damn, we got pretty high.

“I never share my weed.”

Ugh, girl, you did last night, please just let it go? I don’t see why she’s so strict with herself. What if she drank? What if she slept with Zach? And what if she shared drugs? I don’t see why it bugs her so much. I would have laughed about it. We’re young; we are allowed to do whatever we want…

It’s almost as she’s in a battle of self-loath as to whether or not it’s proper for her to do all these things. Seriously, she already looks like junkie. Messy bleached hair, tainted eyes, chipped nail polish, revealing clothes… But there’s still the broken aura floating around her, as if she wishes to be healed, understood. And because of that, I find myself somewhat craving for her. Maybe it’s a trap, but as seconds pass by, I become more and more interested in what’s going on behind that inaccessible mind of hers.

“Bring me home, Jesse.” she mutters lightly, her childlike complexion becoming paler. And there you go; the desperate girl eye contact and I’m instantly reaching for my car keys.