"I'm sorry Jess, I really – I don't know how many more times I can say this?" Nick holds his hands over his face and signs. His hands gradually fall down his face and he looks up at Jess again. His dark brown eyes focus on her wonderfully large, sapphire-blue eyes, twinkling from her tears. Her cheeks are flushed and her entire face, red and blotchy from crying. Jess stares back at him, tears streaming down her face. Nick slowly walks toward her, his face struck with worry and fear. He doesn't want to lose her, she means too much. He reaches his hand out and places it on her shoulder. Jess violently pushes it off, "No!" She bursts into tears, "You can't just come over here, pretending like nothing has changed because you said "sorry". What does that word even mean? You sure as hell don't know because you're using it."
"It didn't mean anything. "
"If it didn't mean anything why did you do it, huh? Am I not enough for you? You just needed some meaningless sex with some other woman?"
"No it wasn't – I didn't even sleep with her!"
"You didn't sleep with her but she woke up in your bed? That seems like the definition of 'sleep with her'."
"I told you already, can't you trust me? I trusted you when you brought that strangerinto our house and I found him in your bed."
"OK, that is totally different and you know it. I wasn't in the bed! I found a – another girl was in your bed." Jess had stopped crying by this point and now the only expressions visible on her face were anger and torment. She couldn't process what was happening.
Just this morning, she had gone into Nick's bedroom to find him sleeping beside another girl. The girl was young, maybe early to mid 20's, she had long blonde hair and bright green eyes, an attractive girl. With the loud, high pitched scream from Jess, Nick woke with a startle and immediately jumped out of bed and ran over to her, looking back and forth from the blonde to Jess and eventually constructed a, not completely meaningful, sentence.
"It's not – it's nothing – she's nothing – she's a… friend." He looked Jess directly in the eye, "Nothing happened; you have to believe me. She was just sad and had nowhere to stay."
"Aw well isn't that nice; you invited a sad stranger to stay in your bed. Well good for you, I hope she was worth it."
"She was drinking at the bar last night, alone, and she must have been on her 6th or 7th drink (not to mention the multiple shots) and she was pouring out her entire story of how her boyfriend dumped her and she had nowhere to stay. I told her it was closing time but she just began to cry again. I gave up. I told her she could stay on my couch if she leaves before I get up. Before I know it, this uncontrollably drunk girl is lying in my bed; passed out."
Jess wanted to forgive Nick, with all her heart, but she couldn't stop thinking about this girl that was in his bed. How does she know she can trust him; he's a guy his influences are mostly from Schmidt! Inside she knew she could believe him, but she wanted him to feel her pain and by this time he had.
Nick had not given up; he had kicked the girl out the apartment (not before making her back-up his story, which turned out useless as her memory of that night was next to nothing) and at this point he was literally on his hands on knee's begging for her to forgive him. Jess gently stroked his bristly cheek, gradually bringing her hand down onto his arm and carefully picked him up. She looked up at his innocent face and quietly and calmly spoke.
"Why should I believe you?"
Nick dropped his eyes and looked into hers with such love and compassion in him expression.
"Because I love you Jessica"