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

Chapter 6

A/N: This took me so long! Sorry! I'm still so not satisfied with it, and may edit it sometime... Duh, I'm really sick. Hope next part will be up sooner :(

Sky’s POV

“Take me home, Jesse.”

Ugh, that almost came out as a pleading.

Right, it may be a pleading. I kind of fucked up.

A few months ago, after I got ditched by Cole and realized how much of a fucktard I was, I decided to get better and not get involved in anything like this anymore. This. Drinking, losing my mind, getting one night stands, letting people take advantage of me… I’ve had enough, especially considering the fact that I had to sleep my way into this industry. All those producers, managers, DJ’s that I had sex with just so they would listen to one of my tracks and pretend to be interested… At the end of the day none of them gave me anything in return, and I was left behind. I don’t even want to think about it.

Still, here I am, in the same fucking situation, waking up to an awful headache and people telling me that I probably blew a dude and danced naked through the night.

At moments like this I just want to bury myself 8 feet below and shout at myself; Why, Sky?  Why?

It’s not only the fact that it’s fucking embarrassing, but also disappointing to know that I’ve failed my attempt at improving my habits in the sleeping around matter.

I’m not talking about the amelioration that I could bring in my unhealthy drug use. I admit that, yeah, it is quite self-destructing. But it was never the point. At least if I can get over the meaningless sex, I could still enjoy getting high right? I know I deserve better than to be someone’s one night stand. But I guess I’m quite hard to be pinned down as well. Right, no one would ever settle down with you.

“Find your stuff. I’m waiting in the car…”

I guess I should be faithful enough that he’s accepted to bring me home. Still, I can’t get the thought out of my mind that he was the one that made me drink last night. And that is quite unpardonable. Because then I can’t trust him, since he took advantage of me. Didn’t he? Yeah, I should probably stop blaming everything on rude strangers with glorious tattoos and his friends.

I fumble around for my bag, randomly picking up a strangers loose t-shirt and socks from the floor, intending to keep warm. I find my leather shoes in the doorway; at least they didn’t get stolen. I look around and notice my jersey shirt on a brunette girl, heavily sleeping on a couch. That must be Devon.

Ah thank you bitch. While I had to sleep in your incredibly slutty body suit, you happily drifted off to dream-land in my comfy jersey. Pff.

Yeah, I remember her from one of the beach babes that were hanging out with the band yesterday night. She’s quite the typical beauty. And there it comes; the sting of jealousy that races through my body. Oh well.

I get out the door and sigh when I see that the bad weather is still persisting. I guess that I’m about to get wet again…

I run to Jesse’s sleek black car, and forcefully try to open the door, just to realize that it’s closed. That fucking bastard.

I tap the window to signal Jesse to open, but he doesn’t quite seem to pick up on it; the music in his car is too loud. I finish by practically banging and tapping on the glass, until he opens it, realizing that, yes, I am locked outside in the pouring rain.

I get into the car and don’t even afford him a glance. I self-consciously hug my bag to my chest as my bare thighs quiver to the remaining raindrops and the car’s air-conditioning. Why is he even driving me home? ‘Caus I asked for it… I could have called a cab, and it would have probably been warmer. Plus the taxi guy would have opened me the door instead of locking me out in the rain.