The 20 Year Old Virgin | Herophine

Chapter 15: Writing On The Wall

Hero

I'm growing more and more worried about Jo every single day that passes since that guy showed up at the hotel. She hasn't been the easiest person to deal with on set though when the cameras start rolling, she acts the perfect Tessa. Behind the scenes is another story. She's secluded herself from everyone else except for Shane who's been spending so much time in her trailer between takes. I'd want to say I'm not a tiny bit jealous of it but who am I kidding, right? Of course I am. It's been almost two weeks since I had a decent conversation with Jo and seeing her spend loads of time with someone else... let's just say I'd rather she spend those times with me than with Shane. I got so used to having her all to myself the entire two weeks of rehearsals only to blow it just because the memories of Sophia started haunting me again.

She asked and I choked.

But that guy... Josh. I'm pretty sure that was Jo's ex; the one she told me about who cheated on her. He was the one she was talking on the phone that morning and he was the one who showed up and picked a fight a week ago. I don't know what it is about him but I certainly don't like the thought of him claiming Jo as his. There was definitely an underlying threat to his words. And the way Jo acted after he left, the way she demanded that I stay out of her business just like how I kept her out of mine with regards to Sophia is completely unnerving. I mean, I get that she's curious about my past but to keep me out from helping her with her problems is entirely different. Sophia is just a ghost in my head. She isn't a threat. Whereas that Josh guy, I could absolutely tell he's bad news.

All of these thoughts swim in my head as I exit the hotel to make a quick coffee run. I know I won't be able to sleep still-as has been the case for the past two weeks-so despite my phone indicating that it's past midnight, I succumb to my coffee craving.

As I turn the corner to head to the nearest Starbucks, I spot Jo walking ahead of me, her dirty blonde locks and small frame a dead giveaway despite having her back to me. I could always tell her apart from everyone else easily. I'm about to call out for her when I notice how she'd glance sideways every few seconds and when she notices that she's being followed, her steps quicken, almost breaking into a full run.

Where is she heading off to?

I decide to continue following her, abandoning my body's need as it screams for caffeine. She turns to another corner and when I turn the same way, someone pulls me into a dark alley. Caught off guard, I am easily pushed back against the concrete wall of a building without so much as a fight.

What the hell?

I blink down at the small frame before me as blue-grey eyes bore into me. "What the fuck Hero?! Why were you following me like a fucking creep?" She yells as recognition flashes through her beautiful face.

"Why are you so jumpy? I just wanted to know where you were heading off to," I explain, taking a step closer to her but she immediately takes a step back. Ouch. This is probably the longest time we've spent alone together since the shower we shared and she wouldn't even let me come near her.

I miss her presence.

The realization is like a hard slap across my face. I miss her. No amount of time on filming together can ever be enough to make up for those times when we are alone, just the two of us.

"It's the middle of the night, of course I'd be nervous if I suspect someone's following me," she snaps, her face forming into a glare. "Why were you following me anyway?"

"I told you, I just wanted to know where you were going this late in the night... alone."

She stares at me for a long time, probably weighing her options whether to tell me or dismiss me. Sighing, she runs her fingers through her hair. "I needed some air, it's all."