So here is part 2, I have decided that this is definitely going to be a multi-chapter fic now so watch this space. A short chapter of Jacness for you now. Enjoy!

Oh, and please review! I don't bite :)

She knew she had gone too far, even if she hated to admit it.

"Because you really aren't worth this."

What the hell was she thinking? Admittedly, it was below the belt, even for her. And it didn't help that the look on his face said what a thousand words couldn't. Of course he escaped from the room as fast as he could, whether through a matter of disgust or hurt, she certainly wasn't his favourite person at that very moment. And so she couldn't blame him. If her poisonous words affected her, then she daren't think of what was running through him head at that point. Plotting some form of revenge, no doubt.

Yet even through her vile spitting of venom - which was recurrently running through her head - she still found a part of her seeking reassurance from her subconscious. Jonny had failed to consider her side, once again. Even with a vital difference with him also avoiding his comrades' opinion, she was still hurt. With such a desire to trust this man - not that she emotionally stable to quite know why yet – he was not making it easy. And so her brain decided he at least deserved a minor verbal tirade. Not quite what actually came out of her mouth, but a firm vocal slap was definitely needed.

She paused her trail of self-convincing, and her body stiffened becoming extremely claustrophobic in her environment. So knowingly being wrong was causing such an uncomfortable stir within the depths of her being. She wrung her hands with unease, pondering her next move.

Even though she knew full well what she was going to do.

It was inevitable that she was going to play her customary stubborn card – and ignore what was so obviously looming around the corner. As soon as she hoisted herself from her chair and grabbed her bag, she made her escape and headed for the door.

Preparing for a night of nursing a bottle of wine and a night of perturbed sleep. Right then the thought of attaining a hangover was far more appealing than facing her actual problems.

Letting her emotions takeover her soul could definitely wait.