She's My Girlfriend!

Chapter 62: I'm Sorry!

"Do you um... want me to sleep on the couch?" She asked in a depressed tone.
I closed my eyes as I sat up, not even really giving a fuck if she saw me with no shirt on.

When I opened them she was standing in front of me with her towel wrapped around her, her wet hair running down the front of her shoulders. I looked her in the eyes and noticed that she was indeed upset over this.

"No, you can sleep in here..." I answered as I laid back down, turning my back to her.

I could hear her sigh as I heard her move around the room, looking for her clothes. I clenched my jaw as I felt the bed move slightly then stop when she was right next to me.

At this point though, I wasn't really mad at her... it was more like a jealously fit. I think that was why I was so angry; I don't get jealous...ever. So why am I jealous now? All she did was make out with Jules... Ugh!

I turned over to face her and groaned when I noticed that she was only wearing boy shorts as well.

She was laying on her back, her eyes opened and staring at the ceiling as she had her hands folded on her stomach.

She turned her face to me, her cheeks a light pink.

"Can we talk now?" She asked again. The only thing I could concentrate on though was her body... 'Holy crap...' I swallowed the lump in my throat as I felt my cheeks turn pink. She averted her eyes as her arms covered her chest. "I guess not."

"What do you want to talk about?" I asked, my anger seeming to disappear now.

"I wanted to apologize, for what I did at the party, drinking when we weren't supposed to and well... kissing-."

"Making out." I corrected her as I laid on my back again.

"Yeah... making out with Jules. I am sorry though, I just thought that you were with that guy and he was feeling you up and just the bottle looked like a beer bottle... and well... I was pissed off." She said as she rolled onto her side, resting her head on her hand as she looked down at me.

I looked up at her to see a serious expression. "I'm sorry if I upset you..."

"We aren't in a relationship, Jemma."I said rather harshly, not liking the feeling in my chest as I said the words. I could see her mouth close tightly as she looked elsewhere.

I looked her in the eye to see a blank look on hers, yet her eyes were telling a different story.

"Sorry... but we aren't? You don't need to explain anything to me. Okay? I don't answer to you and you don't answer to me." As I was saying these words, something in me was screaming. What I didn't understand was what the hell it was. I tell all the girls, and guys, that when we fuck or get all cuddly with one another, that we aren't in a relationship.

Normally, that wouldn't faze me in any way shape or form.

But... as I lay here, half naked with Jemma in my bed, and the moon light glinting off her skin, I could feel my walls slamming down and shattering. It happened on the night we well... you know... did it? Except right after that, I built them back up as fast as I could.

I can't fall for someone now! I'm too god damn young to want or have these feelings for Christ sake.

But... as I looked at her face, all I wanted to do was take back those words and kiss her, no matter how upset I was at her.

"I know." Was all she said though. She blinked a few times, looked me up and down for a second then smiled what seemed to be a sad smile to me.

She got up, pulling the blanket back and slipping into it. "I'm going to sleep now. I just wanted to say sorry for bothering you tonight after the party, and thanks for taking care of me." She wasn't facing me as she spoke, but her head was turned as if she was. I grinded my teeth as I moved my hand to roll her over, but stopped.

"Yeah... okay." I said as I rolled my eyes. 'God damnit... Sam was fucking right...' I sighed as I rolled onto my side. 'This show I put on isn't working anymore... its killing me and I can't deal with it anymore.' I turned my head to look at Jemma, who'd chest was rising up and down slowly. I felt a twinge of some sort of emotion I never realized before.

"I know you don't want to talk to me..." I heard Jemma's voice say, "But... just because we're not in a relationship... doesn't mean I don't have feelings." I could feel the bed move.

I turned around to see Jemma with her back to me and standing up to put a shirt on. My nerves were now officially shot as I sat up and watched her.

She turned around, grabbing her pillow and a blanket next to the bed. "If all you wanted was sex from me, then you shouldn't have lied to me when that wasn't all you wanted..." She looked down at me with hurtful eyes and a few tears streaming down her face. "So please, spare my feelings? And just leave me alone if all you want is some friends with benefits bullshit fling with me, okay?" She said as she walked out the door and shutting it.

"I didn't mean it like that!" I said as I quickly pulled on a tank top and followed after her. She turned around and glared at me.

"I may have made out with Jules, and gotten drunk, but I would never fucking use you like... just ugh... whatever." She turned to walk away, but I grabbed her arm.

"Jemma..." I pleaded as I tried to pull her back into our room. "I'm sorry I said that." She turned her head to me and yanked her arm free.

"It's fine, I understand." Then walked away, leaving me standing like a complete asshole in the hallway. 'K... what the fuck just happened? How am I the one feeling shitty when she was the one that did all the bad things?!' I ran my hands through my hair as I paced the floor.

A/N: Oh, god Jedean... you hurt Jemma's feeling too the max.. Comment guys!!! Thoughts? Anything's.. Love. Hate. Advice or Love..