Jess stared down at Jules. Brown hands wrapped around white wrist, to pin the taller slimmer girl to the bed. Jess was just incredulous at what Jules had just said. She could barely wrap her head around it. "I knew you were a top." What did that even mean? Jules seemed know she was stumped and just laughed. Before either of them could say anything, someone burst into the room.
"Hey girls, we were just about to go and grab break -" The voice stopped. Jess and Jules both arched their necks, Jess to look over her shoulder and Jules to look around Jess. "Oh. Looks like you already have or are getting ready to eat..." The girl in the doorway murmured with a broad smirk on her face.
"Shut it," Jess mumbled. "It's not what it looks like!" Even in her embarrassment she wasn't ready to lose her tussle with Jules. However it was this time that she noticed a slim thigh nestled between her legs. She tightened her jaw and listened to both Jules and Kylar laugh at her awkward position.
"Oh it isn't?"
"It ain't!" Jess snapped.
Jules' smooth and silky laugh interrupted her thoughts. Even pinned to the bed in such a provocative position, she didn't seem bothered. "What do you propose we do now?"
Watching her lips move, Jess in awe of they puckered out when Jules challenged her in that arrogant way. "I suggest you get off of her." Kylar muttered and started to mosey around the room.
"Why did you give her that key?" Jess growled. "She's in here all the time, and I get locked out all the time." Jules had given Kylar Jess' key to the dorm. She was their best American friend. Playing football and going to school together for the past two years hadn't really gotten the pair any friends. Most of the students saw them as snobby British girls. When they heard of the football antics, they were positive Jules was off limits (Jess put herself off limits, she was Indian). When they saw the two together, they were certain they were together.
"You're supposed to be with your lover at all times anyway." Kylar sniped.
Jules tightened her jaw. She wasn't fond of Kylar's tactics to try and get them together. She was too blunt for the English girl's tastes. Jess was confident she was just being a prat. Jess and Jules had another staring match. Neither of them had moved since Kylar's intrusion, who was now logging onto Jules' Macbook.
The phone rang. Jules moved her hand (attached was Jess') to the ringing stand. With a grin she brought the phone to her ear. Jess had gotten considerably stubborn over the years. "Hello?"
"Jules? Hello darling! How are you? I'm surprised you are up so early. What is it? Six in the morning?"
"Hello Mother," Jules sighed. "If you think it's so early here, why are you bloody calling, then?" Jess noticed the darkening frown on the girl's face. Jules rolled her eyes and set the phone on the nightstand. Making a face, Jess let go of her and moved to put her mother on loudspeaker. As soon as the woman's voice began to fill the room, Jules covered her head with a pillow.
"Jule? Are you there Jules? I was talking to the girls just the other day. Did you know Brenda Reese is getting married next month."
"No I did not know. And I don't care, Mum." Jules groaned. The woman continued on wondering when Jules was tying the knot and when she would have grandchildren. Jules had been able to stifle her mother suspicions on her sexuality, but only because she wasn't ready to come out just yet. She hadn't been comfortable with herself. And now she was in this predicament.
"Jules? Married?" Kylar burst out laughing.
"Was that a yank?" Mrs. Paxton exclaimed. "Well, I never! Why is there a yank in your room? Those Americans will steal anything you know?!"
Jules sighed heavily. Her mother wasn't even fazed that she was one speaker phone. Kylar at least wasn't offended. She had been two years ago, but after Jules explained to her that her mother was a nutcase she had quickly gotten over it. Her own mother was the same way.
"And just what did she mean 'Jules? Married? HA HA HA!'" She went on indignantly. "Doesn't she know you're marrying Joe? Of course when he gets out of that little fling with that Indian trollop."
"Hello, Mrs. Paxton." Jess grumbled. Even if she wasn't interested in Joe anymore, she was upset over being called a trollop.
"Why hello Jess!"
All three of the young women groaned at the pleasant cheeriness that rang from the speaker. "Mum, I have to go. I've got practice."
"I'll be glad when you stop fooling around and come home Juliette! It's not right for a girl to be so far from her family."
"Goodbye Mum!"
"Cheers Mrs. Paxton."
Jules before her mother could respond turned off the phone. She was quite done with the conversation. "That woman."
"She's your mum Jules." Jess reasoned.
"Doesn't mean she gets to be a bitch." Kylar opposed.
"Kylar, why are you even here?" Jules asked. Only her mother (and losing a match) put her in a foul mood. The snarky part of Jules was always a dangerous thing to be around.
"Well I interrupted your little 'snogfest' to see if you wanted to get breakfast," the girl murmured. Jess looked over and saw that Kylar was actually checking player stats of her favorite team. "Then the witch called."
"No one was snogging." Jess said stiffly.
"Right." Kylar responded dragging the vowel to show her sarcasm.
Jules got out of bed and stretched . Still in her bra and shorts, Jess blushed. Although it was well hidden under her dark skin tone, Jules could tell. She found it endearing that even after all this time, she was still shy when it came to showing skin. Jules did love to look at Jess' body though. She knew Jess liked looking at hers. Jules was better at hiding it though. "I suppose we could do breakfast." With a yawn she shot a look at Kylar. "Why don't you go get, then? I don't feel like eating in the cafe today. Too much noise."
"Got a headache, do you?" Jess asked looking worried. "Do you need some pills?"
The taller American threw animated facial expression over Jess' head. Jules couldn't respond with Jess examining her. "No. I – you know how I feel when Mum calls." Jules smiled and flopped back on her bed.
"I'll be back..." Kylar said slowly, hinting she'd take her time.
Jess was folding up clothes. Now's a good time as any, Jules thought to herself. She said that she would tell Jess how she felt before they moved out of the dorms and into their apartment. Actually Kylar had made her promise she would. Jules wasn't sure, but the African American was adamant. "It should be out in the air," she had said. "No pink elephants in the room." Jules had laughed. "The saying is 'elephant in the room.'" Kylar had just waved her hand. "Anyway, Get it out of the way, so in case if you can't make it work you don't move in just to move out."
It had made sense at the time. But now Jules was poking holes in the reasoning. They had lived together all this time without any problems. Jules had been attracted to Jess since before they had left England. Why all of sudden would there be problems? Kylar had suggested Jules would be more bold without people always around them.
What does Kylar know? Jules thought harshly. Kylar was bisexual. She knew more than Jules.
"You alright?" Jess asked. "Do you need something?"
Jules felt her heart flutter. If she was this caring as a friend, would it be different after she knew? "I'm fine mate." She said in an unconvincing way, complete with a weak smile and chuckle.
"Jules, I ain't dumb." Jules decided to leave that one alone, Jess didn't look to be in the mood for jokes.
"You're not" Jules said with an ease smile that vexed her even more.
"Don't piss me about." She huffed and crossed her arms. "Tell me what's wrong."
"Nothing's wrong. It feels right, I'm just not sure."
Jess opened her mouth in an effort to get a less cryptic answer. But the phone rang again. For the third time that morning. Never taking her eyes off of Jules, the Indian girl picked up the phone. "Hello?"
"Jess! I'm so sorry for early. I wasn't meaning to upset you or talk to you that way. I'm insecure with you so far away from me." Joe said quickly and breathlessly.
"Now's not a good time Joe. I'm tired from practice." Jess lied easily. Jules' brown eyes seemed to bore directly into her. She felt uncomfortable and warm, as she watched Jules move to the end of the bed. The shorts, she slept in rode up her tight thighs.
"I understand. Call me when you're free." Joe said dejectedly, before hanging up.
Sighing Jess broke eye contact with Jules' and hung up the phone. In some odd way she felt like she was betraying Joe. Jules made the decision that right then wasn't the best time to out herself to Jess. They would have to get of this Joe hump before anything.