F'N FABULOUS (Completed)

Pissed

A/N This chapter may be triggering or inappropriate for some readers.

At the end of the night, Beck dropped Jessie back off at her apartment. Mel was giggling and very handsy. Beck kissed her passionately before they finally broke apart to drive so they could continue at his place, at least that was Jessie's assumption. Jessie was glad for her friend. Mel has just as many walls sometimes using sex as a wall itself. However, he made her really happy. Beck's heated gaze came alive when he looked at Mel and that made Jessie a little jealous.

Derek's name popped into her mind as she waited for the elevator. The lobby was empty.

That's why when HE came stumbling in muttering gosh knows what, she noticed immediately. Greg's glazed over eyes narrowed at her. "You."

Jessie pressed the button again and looked around for another person. It was empty. She went to grab her cellphone out of her purse, but her fingers felt like the size of potatoes and her mind like she forgot how to snap it open. He didn't need to be anywhere near her, the smell of alcohol permeated his skin.

"What- the- hell- is- this MAN doing here?" He slurred looking around for someone to agree with him, but they were alone.

Jessie was mortified but thankful no one was there to hear him. The elevator door opened and she walked in trying to shut it by jabbing the 'door close' button before he could make it to the elevator as well. A hand shoved in between the closing doors and he smirked.

Shit.

Please don't do anything.

The door shut. She was trapped.

He interrupted the silence.
"Sixteen Doooode," Looking her up and down.  She kept her eyes on the lighted numbers.  He pointed at her. "How big is your penis?" Greg asked suddenly. He emphasized the word 'is.'

She grimaced at him and pressed sixteen again. The stink of the elevator didn't help. She prayed to the elevator gods to get to his floor quickly.

He mostly hummed to himself. Saying Boom or Pow each floor they passed. She was starting to get relieved as if she had been overreacting.

However, then suddenly he decided to unzip his pants. He laughed as IT flopped around. "Is it bigger than this? Want to suck on it?" He looked up at the ceiling.

Then started peeing, on her. "That's better." The door opened.

She was stunned. She should do something, but it was like her brain stopped working.

Actual piss. Not just on her shoe, but soaking through the pleather white pants and down her legs to the inside of her peeptoe shoe.

She wanted to both cry and punch him.

He flipped her off, dropped his keys, and he stumbled towards his door. Shaking, she jabbed at 15 just trying to get the door to shut. She needed to get away.

He wasn't worth it. If anyone deserved to be tied up and fed to wolves, it would be him, but she doubted they would be able to handle his stench.

She needed a hot shower and maybe bleach, but first she texted Jake asking for the maintenance man's number to clean up a "mess" in the elevator. He sent a response almost immediately and reminded her that he would be back tomorrow night. She used the blazer to soak up as much of the piss as she could so she wouldn't track it inside the apartment, then she stuffed everything in a bag and tied it shut before streaking through the apartment to take a shower.