All The Pretty Girls
Rating: G to PG-13-ish.
Some language.
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Summary: An AU fic. Jessie and Katie never met
in highschool, but are now both at college in the same year, studying the same
course.
Author's note #1: <Insert grovelling request for feedback here>
Author's note #2: Yes...I know this is incredibly predictable!
I
was going for soap-opera-esque...so, honestly, the tacky-factor is
entirely intentional! :) Also, sorry it's so short...there's more
to come soon.
PART 19
"Mmm, Jessie," her name is on my lips and she is my first thought as
I wake the following morning. My eyes creep open, but I jam them
shut as the acute pain of my hangover hits me with full force. I
feel her form beside me, warming the bed, our bare legs lightly
entwined, and I roll towards her and bury my face in her hair,
inhaling deeply. And strangely, the pain in my head somewhat
subsides.
I feel her stir, and she rolls towards me and wraps me in her arms,
pressing our bodies together. My eyes are still shut, but the pain
in my head, thought still present, is diminished, so I venture to
open my eyes so that I can look into her beautiful, sparkling...
...BROWN EYES!?!
I spring to the farthest edge of the bed, and she does the same on
her side as we both clutch frantically for the same sheet to cover
ourselves. We end up tussling for a while until we both feel like
we're adequately covered, while staying a sufficient distance from
one another.
"Sarah!?" I scream, "What the fuck are you doing in my bed?" I
shout accusingly, "What the fuck are you doing?" I repeat
exasperated and angry.
"I don't know!" she yells back with equal venom, "How should I
know!?"
"Well you're the one that...you're the one...I...uh..." I struggle
to rationalise the situation, since I am unable to remember most of
the events of last night.
"I what?" she asks defensively, "You're the one that kissed me
first!"
"I did what?!" I ask in scathing disbelief, "I wouldn't have
kissed /you/!"
Sarah looks hurt for a fleeting moment, before her features harden
once more. I can't help but feel bad for the harshness of my
comment, "I'm sorry...I..." I shrug my apology before remembering
I'm mad at her, "but anyway...if you remember that I kissed you then
you must remember last night!"
"I remember a little," she remarks sullenly.
"So you were sober enough to remember, and you just let this
happen?!" I lash out again.
"Well it's not like I forced you to get that trashed!" she
yells, "and besides, just because I can remember better doesn't mean
I was any less drunk than you! Maybe if you exercised some self
control and didn't go getting drunk all the...."
"Oh! So it's all my fault now, because going out was my
suggestion!?"
"Well you're no less at fault than me...and like I said - you kissed
me first."
"As if!" I spit, before I try to reach for my clothes without
exposing myself.
Once adequately dressed I storm out of the bedroom, "Get dressed and
get out," I yell over my shoulder.
I arrive in the lounge room and fling myself on the couch. "Fuck!"
I scream in anguish and slam my eyes shut trying to remember. How
did this happen?
How could I have slept with Sarah?
How could I do this to Jessie?
Jessie!
Jessie was here last night! I heard her voice, and we made up, and
I kissed her...and then...and then we...
So why is Sarah in my bed?
I open my eyes and stare into space, I try and relax, and try to
calm down...which is difficult with that little flashing light
blinking right in my line of sight. My answering machine.
I walk over and press the button.
"You have two new messages," the voice tells me, then a pause, then
a sigh, "Hi Katherine, it's mom," another sigh, "I just called to
see how you are, but you're not home. So," then a pause, and
another sigh, "How are you? You never seem to have time to talk to
me these days. But that's okay, I'm used to it, your father's just
the same. He works so hard, but, you know, sometimes I'd like
people to think about me for a change..." her voice stops abruptly
as I hit the 'next' button with great force.
"Shut up, Mom!" I yell at the phone. I don't want to have to deal
with her problems, which are always the same problems, right now.
"Second new message," the voice tells me, then a pause,
then "Katie," my stomach tightens. I know that voice, and the
vulnerable melancholic tone is one that I've heard only once
before. Last night.
Her voice cracks, and she continues, "Katie, I'm so sorry about
earlier. I wish we hadn't fought like that, and I'm sorry for what
you saw, but you have yo believe me, /he/ kissed /me/! Not the
other way around. I pushed him away, but you mustn't have seen
that. Please you have to forgive me, I'd never do anything to hurt
you. I could never be with Tad again, I don't want to be with
anyone but you. Because I love you. So please, call me, we can
work this out. I'm so, so sorry."
Oh. My. God.
Oh my God!
It was the answering machine? I was declaring my love to the
answering machine? And to Sarah?
I realise then and there how stupid I am. Stupid for making Jessie
come with me to see Tad. Stupid for accusing Jessie the way I did.
Stupid for getting drunk. Stupid for mistaking a message for a real
person. Stupid for sleeping with Sarah. Just plain stupid.
I realise that this is all my fault. And I realise that it's going to be
really hard to get out of this one.