Even though you ain't mine I promise the way we fight
Make me honestly feel that we just in love
Demi's house was humongous yet somehow the perfect size for her. Although the house was move in ready when she bought it, she had still dedicated two full months to some renovations. One of those renovations included turning her garage into a "glam room" for when she had to get ready for events with her team. That's where Jesse found her when he finally got the chance to go and see her on a random Tuesday. She was attempting to clean the room up after it looked like her closet exploded inside of it, so he knocked on one of the doors before stepping into the garage. Demi looked at him but didn't say anything.
"You can't answer my texts now?" Jesse questioned as he stuffed his hands into the pockets of his pink hoodie. It just happened to be the one that he had worn in the music video.
"I've been in fittings all day," Demi answered, still not looking at him as she hung a few new pieces up in one of the closets. She closed the door before pushing the clothing rack back against the wall where it was supposed to be.
"That's never stopped you before."
"Okay...well, it stopped me today. I've been busy all day and I haven't even looked at my phone." She was clearly in a mood but he chose not to comment on it because she hated when he said anything about her attitude.
"So you didn't see the article about you and Odell? Why are there even articles out about you and Odell? He took you out to dinner, showed you a little bit of public affection, and you let him fuck you?" Jesse accused, causing Demi to scoff.
"And if I did?"
She didn't, but she wanted to get him riled up. She wanted him to feel the way she felt every time she had to see pictures of him and his wife doing all of the things that they would never get to do together. She wanted his body to burn with jealousy at the thought of the two of them being together, the same way hers did every time Jesse went back home to his wife.
"Why the fuck would you do that? Does our relationship mean nothing to you?" Jesse asked and that's when Demi had had enough.
"What relationship, J? The one where I'm here on the fucking sidelines waiting for you while you sort out what the fuck you're doing with your wife? The one where we have to go shopping at two in the morning to avoid being seen while you guys get to prance around Rodeo in broad fucking daylight? The one where you swore that you don't even fucking love her anymore yet you don't have the balls to ask for a divorce? That relationship?" Demi exclaimed as Jesse stepped closer to her.
"Demi, how is any of that relevant when I'm asking you why you allowed another man to take you out and fuck-"
"BECAUSE I WOULDN'T HAVE TO IF YOU WOULD FUCKING HANDLE YOUR BUSINESS. I wouldn't have even entertained Odell if you were a free man but you're not, and until you're a free, I am not yours. Because you can't be mine while you're wearing another woman's ring on her finger. I'm not yours, and until I am, you don't get to tell me what the fuck to do," Demi stated, twisting the ring that he had gotten her off of her finger and throwing it in his face. She started to clean again so that she wouldn't have to look at him but she was really just trying to hide the fact that there were angry tears sliding down her cheeks.
"Like, divorce your wife or shut the fuck up. You have some fucking nerve yelling at me for going out to dinner, YES JUST DINNER, with someone when you have a whole ass wife at home. So, either man the fuck up and fix this entire situation, or shut the fuck up, because this is the last time that you'll question me about what I do and who I hang out with," Demi ranted, cutting the tags off of a few items before tossing them into an open suitcase on the floor.
"So where do we go from here?" Jesse questioned, gesturing between the two of them. Demi wiped some of her tears away before folding her arms over her chest.
"You heard what I said. Divorce your wife or leave me the fuck alone. Because as far as I'm concerned, there is no us. Nothing about this is real as long as you're legally tied to another woman. And I'm not just going to sit here on the sidelines and wait for you. I'm not just going to be at your beck and call anymore when you want to fuck or cry about your career or any of that. I deserve-" Demi's voice broke as a sob ripped from her throat. "I deserve so much better than that."
Cause, I know we be so complicated
But we be so smitten its crazy
I can't have what I want but neither can you
