Molly | Herophine

Chapter 12: Fucking Timothy

Everyone's reaction to Jo replacing Julia as Tessa in the movie has been quite positive... everyone except for Dylan. He's been acting like a little bitch since Anna made the announcement, storming out of the cafeteria and sulking when he learned that Julia's flown back to LA early this morning. He's so transparent, I'd cringe thinking about how Julia tried to talk to me about hiding her... whatever it was with him. I don't give a shit about the two of them to be brutally frank. I am over the moon excited to have Jo as my Tessa.

The cast got the day off from filming since the crew are busy with preparing for all the changes and re-shooting of all the scenes. The new Molly will arrive tonight, I was told her name's Inanna. Jo has been called to the hair and makeup department to take her pink weave off. As for me, I'm on my way to fetch my Tessa for our rehearsal-as advised by Anna and Jenny. I'm so excited, I feel like a fucking kid on Christmas morning. When I get to the trailer, I see Jo sitting on a chair in front of the vanity mirror and, as usual, tapping on her phone furiously while Tasha works on her removing her weave.

"Hello Jo,"I say as I close the door behind me. I give Tasha a nod and a smile before turning back to look at Jo through the mirror. She turns to me with a grave look on her beautiful face. "Hey, what's wrong?" I ask, worried.

"It's Timothy. He's been so extra today, I don't understand," she frowns.

Fucking Timothy.

"What's he going on about now?" I ask as if I have every interest in showing my concern for their relationship. Fuck! The only concern I have for that guys is when Jo's going to wake up and realize that she deserves way better than that fucking asshole she calls her boyfriend.

"I don't really know. He isn't making a lot of sense... even to me. He hasn't texted or called me since I told him of the news about me being Tessa and I'm really-" she cuts herself off before shaking her head in exasperation. "You know what, it doesn't matter. I'm getting tired of his bullshit." She throws her phone to the couch behind her where I am currently seated and I fight the grin threatening to break across my face.

She's getting tired of his bullshit.

Which only means she's close to breaking up with him. Maybe. I hope so. Fuck do I want them to break up.

"What brings you here anyway? Aren't you supposed to be enjoying your day off from shooting?" She asks, diverting the topic smoothly but of course I notice. I notice everything about her.

"We're supposed to do a little rehearsal before tomorrow's first day of filming with you as Tessa," I inform her and she smiles, nodding her head in approval. "I'll wait until you're done. Maybe we could swing by to get some deli before we head back to the hotel."

"Sounds like a plan."

And so wait there for another hour. I watch as Tasha does her magic while Jo winces and grunts in pain. I feel sorry for her but it's also kind of amusing to watch. When Tasha finally finishes removing all the fake hairs-I will never understand why people would pay to go through so much pain to add more to their hair, but hey, you do you-we decide to walk back to the hotel and buy some sandwiches and iced coffee for me, iced tea for Jo as our late lunch. It's too hot and sticky here in Atlanta but I don't give a shit, Jo wanted to walk so I'll fucking walk with her.

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"Which scene are we supposed to rehearse again?" Jo asks as we enter her room. I've been in her room mores times than I've been to any other woman's room, including those flings I used to have back home. And yet all we've ever done in this room was talk. Well, I kissed her neck once during that drinking game but I still want more. I always want more when it comes to Jo.

"The frat party where Hardin finds Tessa in his room," I inform her as I go to sit on the couch. I watch her take her shoes off and pull her hair into a messy bun on top of her head before taking her contact lenses off and replacing them with her glasses. As much as I liked the pink hair on her and the way it makes her look hot and badass, natural look definitely suits her better. And I love the thought that she's comfortable enough around me to not give a shit about how she looks. I'm so used to women putting their best look around me and practically throwing themselves at me that Jo's no non-sense and what-you-see-is-what-you-get attitude is quite refreshing and endearing.

"Oh, okay. Let me just grab my script then we can start. Take some water from the fridge for me please?" She says before turning around and rummaging through her drawer. I do as she says and by the time she joins me on the couch, I've already drank half of the water bottle and another one is waiting for Jo. "Let's start?"

*****

"Hero! Tilt your head to the other side, my nose would get squished if we do this and it's not gonna look good on camera," she whines in frustration as she grabs both sides of my face, forcing my head to tilt just the way she wants it.

I chuckle at her effort and frustration, she's too damn cute. "Know what? We could just kiss and see how it'll look like on front of the mirror," I tease her.

"No kissing without the cameras," she grits, trying to control her temper.

"Why not? That's what we're supposed to be doing right now, innit?"

"We just have to work on our angles, we don't have to actually kiss," she snaps.

"But we could though. I mean, I want to and I know you want to Jo," I say, my voice intentionally lowering and I feel her breathing hitch. Her eyes instinctively dart to my lips as I graze my tongue out to wet them. My hands move from my sides to her hips, gripping her curves and pulling her closer to me. "It'll make this rehearsal way easier Jo, trust me," I whisper, my lips only an inch away from her. Her eyes flutter close as I slowly and deliberately close the gap between our lips but before I could claim hers, a loud pounding on the door echoes throughout the room and Jo immediately jumps back in surprise. Her face flushed and her breathing erratic.

"Josephine! Open this goddamn door!" A male voice shouts from the other side as the pounding continues.

Who the fuck could that be?

"Timothy?" Jo breathes and I watch her as realization dawns on her and her face becomes paler by the second. "Oh my god!" She gasps before running to the door and swinging it open. "Timothy, what-" she starts to say but stops abruptly as his eyes move to me and his angry expression turns to rage.

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Author's Note:

I know, I know... it's a short update but I gotta leave you hanging, it's just how I like it 😈 comment your theories as to why Timothy suddenly appeared in Atlanta and what will happen to H&J now that J's boyfriend is here.

Until the next chapter... much love, Rollen 💕