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Just a while ago in the moment it had happened Jo had only remembered thinking about how pissed she was so she kept asking herself why she couldn't forget one single word of the fight that she'd just had with Alex. She didn't mean all of it…necessarily. She was just so damn hurt. Why would he do that? She kept asking herself as she remembered the words over and over again in her head.
"Why did you tell him that?"
"What?"
"That I'm a homeless dumpster diver? I don't tell anyone. You don't tell people about me!"
"You told me"
"Yea it's called a secret Alex. It's what friends tell each other."
"Look, what's the deal? What did he say?"
"Why would I even tell you? It's so stupid. What's the point of a new start if there's always some dumbass dragging you back down?"
"Whoa… Whoa Listen"
"No you listen. You don't tell people about me. You don't talk about me or to me. Ever!"
After everything that Jo had been through that day. Those are the only words that kept playing over and over again in her head. She couldn't stop them from repeating. She was so damn mad and most of all hurt. Not to mention confused and worried and scared and a little nauseous at that.
Could he have really thought that everybody knew? They had never really talked openly about it and he always made fun of her so no one ever cared really to ask much about the Ho-Bo Jo comment.
He had been her best friend. She trusted him. Really he was her everything at that point in her life.
She then asked herself whatever possessed her to trust him in the first place. She didn't really know why. When he caught her upset on the roof that day, it wasn't that she cared what he thought, or that she was trying to give him a reason not to call her all those mean names. She just felt a connection with him instantly and she simply trusted him.
It was that simple. She didn't know how to explain it or why. It just happened.
She had just been waiting on a best friend and something about Alex made her choose him. She didn't know what it was. Obviously it had not been about sex. They didn't have any. He didn't with her anyway.
But he made her laugh. He made her see things differently. He had an attitude that could match her on. And it drove her crazy. But at the same time, it gave her a reason to drive him crazy. And she loved driving him crazy. He had somehow become simply her best friend.
She loved being loud and obnoxious all the while he'd be smirking while trying to control his laughter. She loved challenging him. And he loved challenging her. They had just fit together. It worked.
She didn't even really know much about him at first. Only what people said around the hospital. And you can usually only believe half of that. And usually people believe the wrong half she told herself.
But she knew he was a man-whore who had slept with practically every woman in the hospital and especially interns. She knew he had an attitude. She knew he had some trust issues. And she just simply knew he was going through a lot as was she. Another reason she may have be-friended him she tried telling herself.
It's not like she was best friends with everyone. Really it was just him and only him.
It came out of nowhere really. She didn't know what to expect or to expect anything at all for that matter. She was just doing what she needed to do for herself and she had worked damn hard to get there and then she allowed Alex in on her life.
He was just simply her damn best friend. And she thought that he'd felt the same.
So why would he go and mess it up like that she kept asking herself over and over again.
And now, of all things, she had to sit here and look at him all the while thinking about him. The last place she wanted to be right now was at Joe's bar. And she was cursing herself even more seeing how Alex was here too. She couldn't stop thinking about him.
She and Peckwell had just got into a huge screaming match at the hospital right before she got to Joe's and that was right after she had got into a huge screaming match with Alex. And she wanted nothing more than to scream as loud as she could somewhere other than here.
She let Peckwell convince, well rather practically drag, her to the bar with him. He kept insisting that they just needed to loosen up a little. He made it sound like getting drunk at the bar would cause them to forget about their fight. Or maybe he hoped it would. Or maybe he was trying to. She didn't know.
She knew Peckwell had been a decent guy. And she told him she was going to move in with him. But after the yelling that they had just done it had her feeling otherwise.
And there was the fact that even though she was sitting at the bar beside her so-called boyfriend now and she couldn't take her mind off of her best friend boyfriend that was sitting less than 20 feet away from her at the moment.
She couldn't believe Alex would go and do such a thing. She just kept telling herself it over and over again. Not only did he ruin their friendship, he ruined her relationship with Peckwell because she never really had any doubts until now.
She couldn't help but blame herself also though. She was going to move in with Peckwell and he didn't even know the truth about her past. And after seeing how he reacted she knew she would never trust him with anything ever. She had never felt that way till Alex blabbed but damn maybe he was right and she was okay with Peckwell not knowing.
She didn't know how to feel about herself anymore. All she knew was that the only two people she had even let into her life at all were both causing her heart to break. She didn't really know how to feel about either one of them anymore either. And she could not, not think about it because they were both right there in the same damn room with her causing her to think about it.
So since she was in a bar for now, she was going to use it to her advantage to do what she could to not think about either of them at the moment. She was about to get damn drunk and she knew it because she suddenly escaped mid-thought long enough and hollered at Joe to keep them coming.
Alex sat at his table along with Avery and Stephanie just watching Jo from behind who sat at the bar with Peckwell. He felt terrible about letting her secret slip but he had no idea that she hadn't told anyone else. He knew she and Peckwell had been fighting just a little while ago and he hoped that it wasn't because of that but he figured it was.
But she was sitting at the bar with him now and while he had hoped for Jo's sake only that they had worked it out, he knew that Jo didn't feel that way because she had already drank three drinks since she'd been there and he just watched her call for another one.
He knew Jo. They drank together all the time so he knew she couldn't handle them like that especially that fast. He just felt so damn terrible. He wanted to take it back so bad. He wanted to take her pain away so bad.
It was if she wasn't with Peckwell at all. He had barely seen her speak a word to him. He could tell by the way she was drinking that really she didn't even want to say anything to him at all. He could tell that she just wanted to forget about it all.
And that's exactly what she was doing he told himself as he watched Jo order yet another round from the bar. It was if Peckwell didn't even give a damn that she was getting herself trashed. He didn't even care that she was sitting there alone in thought. It was if her just being there beside him as show was good enough for him.
Alex didn't want that. He could tell she was hurting. He knew she was hurting and he just wanted to be there for her, give her someone to talk to, be her best friend. And Peckwell was just ignoring her letting her pass the time getting completely wasted while he passed the time yacking to some of his buddies.
But what Alex saw next had his fist clenching and his jaw tightening.
He watched Jo get up to go what was probably only the bathroom considering all the drinks she just downed but as she started Peckwell grabbed her arm as if she was going to leave and he was never going to let her.
Alex was in mid-stance when Peckwell grabbed her. He could tell exactly what kind of grab that was. But as soon as Peckwell did it he saw Jo reassuring him that she was going to the bathroom and then she did exactly that.
Alex knew for sure if it hadn't happened so quickly that he would have already confronted the guy and he was going to but then he couldn't help remember the fact that Jo had told him to stay out of her business so he didn't want to make things worse for her when she came out of the bathroom or at all for that matter.
So then he thought about maybe trying to confront Jo when she came out of the bathroom. That wouldn't work he tried telling himself. She was surely too drunk. And he didn't want to cause a scene. He didn't know how she would react.
Even though he had been staring at her all night, she hadn't looked his way since she entered the bar. He wasn't even sure if she knew that he was there.
But then he saw Peckwell get up and head towards the bathroom. He couldn't even give her 5 minutes to herself and the thought pissed him off more than anything. And then he thought about how Peckwell was the only reason he had given her 5 minutes alone anyway. He just thought she liked him.
He wanted to talk to her and to explain to her so damn bad that he didn't mean to let her secret slip. He never meant to hurt her and he would give anything not to have hurt her.
He came out of thought quick though when he saw Jo running from the bathroom hall rather fast. Too fast Alex thought. She was moving pretty damn intently for as drunk as she was. And she looked like she had been crying. He wanted to go after her so damn bad but then he saw a drunken Peckwell making his way after her.
So Alex assumed they had got into another argument and Peckwell was running after her to apologize. He didn't know what to think. He didn't know what to do. But everything in his gut was telling him to go after her. But as fast as she was running he wasn't even sure that Peckwell could have caught up to her.
What could he have said, or even worse, done to have her jetting out of there like that Alex wondered. They were only in there for mere minutes so not much could have played out he told himself.
He was already in a standing position and Avery and Stephanie were watching him like they knew what he was about to do. But he didn't know what he was about to do or what he should do. He didn't know where she would go. And on top of it all he sure as hell didn't want to make things worse for her.
Avery was trying to help bring out Alex out of thought and was really just giving him options between just standing there.
So he asked him "If you're not leaving man, you wanna go get us another couple of beers from the bar?"
"Sure" Alex said really not even knowing what he was agreeing to. He just couldn't get his mind off Jo.
But he guessed he heard some of it because his feet were suddenly moving themselves towards the bar. But he couldn't get rid of the gut feeling that something was wrong with Jo.
And that's when he heard her name and it was coming from the bar. He was sure they were talking about her because it was coming from one of the two guys Peckwell had just been talking to. And then what he heard next made him want to find Peckwell and break his bones one at a time.
He heard one of Peckwells douche-bag friends say "That Jo chick is hot. Guess Meyers isn't getting any tonight like he thought. Can you believe he hasn't got her to give it up." Both friends just laughed.
Alex was infuriated. He had no idea. Why would she have never told him that before? Did she not trust him like that? Did she think he would not want her? Or in his case maybe only want her because of that?
Then he asked himself why she would she trust him at all with something like that anyway? Now while reminding himself he just went and blew what little trust they did have out of the water, he then wondered if she'd ever trust him at all.
He had to find her though. He knew Peckwell had a pissed off look on his face. He just didn't know that was the reason why. He wanted to punch both of Peckwell's friends in the face. But he knew he didn't have time for that so he quickly ran out of the bar into the night's air.
Everything felt so calm, too calm. It was if he was in a dream. He was standing across the street from a hospital, Grey Sloan Hospital, at that and he heard nothing.
He knew in his gut something was wrong, way wrong.
He knew Jo was drunk and he knew she wasn't stupid. But she also wasn't one much for attention that she did want. And he knew Jo wouldn't want everyone knowing about this. So he knew she would have run into the hospital to probably try and hide somewhere. But if Peckwell ran in after her then he surely wouldn't show his ass.
Alex just didn't know. So he ran towards the hospital hoping to find Jo. She had to be there. He knew it. And he was just making his way into the front doors' when his pager went off. Damn it he told himself.