She's My Girlfriend!

Chapter 61: Can We Talk Please?

—-Jedean's Point of View—-

When I walked into the house the first thing I noticed was the time; One in the morning.

I groaned as I threw my shoes somewhere unknown, rubbing my face as I stumbled into the kitchen and leaning against the counter. The sliding glass door opened from the porch and slid shut. I closed my eyes then looked to see a moon bathed Jemma trying to walk a straight line, kicking her flip flops by the door and grabbing onto the kitchen table. I rolled my eyes as I shook my head, walking off.

"Wait! Jedean!" She said rather loudly. My eyes widened as I turned around and rushed to cover her mouth. She looked at me with a confused facial expression, her eyebrows connected. "What?" She asked with a muffled speech.

"You're too f***ing loud, shut up." I seethed out at her. I removed my hand to see her sad frown.

"Can we talk, please?" For as normal as she sounded right now, she sure couldn't walk for shit. I wrapped my arm around her waist as I walked her to the bathroom. "Jedean?"

"No, don't talk to me." I said in a stern tone. I sat her down on the toilet as I went to the shower to put on a cold shower for her. I rubbed at my eyes, trying to keep them open as I turned to look at her.

She had her head down and her fingers in a neat display over her cell phone. I clenched my jaw as I grabbed her cell phone, putting it on the counter as I walked out of the bathroom and grabbing a towel. When I walked back into the bathroom, I had to control my temper again as I noticed the rough time she had just trying to get the stupid shirt off. I walked over to, lifting her arms up as I ripped the shirt off not too roughly, throwing it in the hamper.

"Jedean... look if you just talk to me." She started, but I eyed her as I worked on getting the rest of her clothes off. I blushed as I realized what I was doing. When I stood up, staring at her with only her boy shorts and bra on, I swallowed and turned around. "Jedean?"

"Can you handle yourself in the shower? Because you're on f***ing drugs if you think I'm helping you with that..." I stopped and sighed when she pressed her body into mine.

I thought of how our bodies seemed to fit perfectly as if we were a hand a glove. I clenched my jaw line as I brushed her arms away from me and walking away from me.

"Will you please listen to my side? I'm... sorry... It just looked from where I was..." She said as she drifted off. I turned around to see her thinking for the right words to say in her tipsy state of mind.

"Drop it?" I said as I tossed her the towel and walked toward the door. She grabbed my arm and spun me around to face her. Her hair was messy and her mascara ran down her face, but not badly.

"When I get out of the shower and drink some water, will you please just shut up and stop being a bitch and let me talk?"

My anger peeked at the word bitch and shoved her arm off and exited the bathroom.

"Yeah, way to go. You want to talk to me then you call me a bitch." I said as I shut the door.

"God! You're being such a ... ugh!" I heard her say as she stepped into the shower. I rolled my eyes as I rubbed my arm.

The walk to my room felt like it took so long, but the moment I saw the bed I smiled, taking my clothes off as fast as I could and finding just a pair of boy shorts and jumping onto it.

I was tired, upset, and on top of that; angry as hell. 'How the fuck could you just jump to conclusions like that? And then her making out Jules?!' I rolled on my back as I stared out the window. 'Jules, like of all people? And Sam! She knows who Jemma is and she just let her... Ugh!' I hit the bed in frustration as I closed my eyes, trying to get my breathing normal.

I cracked an eye open after a few minutes when the door opened and closed.

A/N: Don't get drunk if ur in Jealousy mood :-)