Author's Note: In this chapter I'm going to delve into Jess's POV to get her stance on Sam. Thanks for reading, I appreciate the reviews, you guys are awesome! Also since I am so new, ANY tips would be helpful! For example, I have no idea how to put a note at a top of a chapter without putting it in the document. Thanks for your patience and enjoy
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As Nick readied for his shift at the bar the next day, he found himself wondering if she would stop by. She almost always did, but they hadn't spoken since their argument the day before. She was the first person he saw every morning, except for this one, when instead he found an empty kitchen and stale coffee.
The bar was slow, and he found himself miserably staring at the doorway, wondering if and when she would come.
Jess closed her eyes, as she felt Sam's weight roll off of her. She couldn't believe it. She had actually faked it- for Sam! She was supposed to be having the best sex of her life, instead she was… otherwise occupied on this particular encounter.
"That was great." Sam groaned, playing with a lock of her hair. Jess smiled, and nuzzled into his chest.
"I mean… probably one of our best ones, I'd say." Sam chuckled. Jess rolled her eyes.
"Yeah, definitely."
"You alright?" Sam turned to her. Jess looked up at him. "I mean… you're not your usually chatty self, after…"
"I'm just tired, that's all." Jess closed her eyes and breathed in his scent, which she usually loved. Today it was… different.
She sat up suddenly. "I have to go, Sam." She pulled a blanket to her chest and began dressing. She turned to him and smiled apologetically. "I said I'd meet a friend."
Sam leaned back against the pillows. "Are you going to the bar?"
Jess shook her head. "Well… a bar. A different one though." She lied. Because she was indeed going to stupid Turtle Face's bar. She wasn't sure if she wanted to make up with him… or just yell at him some more. She sighed inwardly, pulling on her flats. The mature thing to do would be to talk things through. She never could stay mad at him for long.
"Well… text me later alright? If you want to meet up?" Sam asked a little pathetically- she had to admit he tugged at her heartstrings sometimes.
She smiled, and gave him a quick kiss. "Yes, of course. I'll see you later!"
Nick's bar
Jess walked through the door, straightening her blue-and-green striped dress a little. There he was, making drinks, and talking to some redheaded customer. Squirming a little, she wondered if she was pretty.
This is stupid. Pretty girls always flirt with Nick while he's bartending. Determined, she headed straight to a bar stool. Wait- what am I going to say?! She quickly turned and headed to the bathroom, praying he hadn't seen her.
What are you doing? It's Nick, come on. She stared at her reflection above the sink. But that was exactly it. It's Nick. Her eyes began to well up with tears. She thought back to their argument yesterday. He knows. A few tears escaped.
He knows I was just kidding myself- I could never have real feelings for Sam. Realization washed over her. Oh God. He must think I'm such a slut! What was I thinking? I can't do this anymore.
She let herself cry for about thirty more seconds before dabbing at her eyes with toilet paper. Wow. What was that all about? I must be PMSing or something…
She laughed to herself and looked in the mirror one last time- her eyes were a little red, her mascara slightly smudged, her cheeks and neck were flushed… If no one looked too close at her, they wouldn't be able to tell. Plus the bar was somewhat dimly lit…
I'll just tell him he didn't have any right to say those things, but I don't want to fight with him anymore. There's no way I'm admitting to him he was right- and with that thought, she swung the bathroom door open, hitting none other than Nick right in the face.
"Oh my god, Nick!" He was bent over, holding his nose.
"I was coming to check on you Jess!" He rubbed his nose, looking up at her. "I'm fine, don't worry ab- wait, what's wrong?"
Great… He looked so concerned, his intense brown eyes finding her watery blue ones.
Jess tried to play it off. "Pshh! Nothing's wrong! I think I'm coming down with a bit of a cold though, or maybe I'm allergic to something, I can never tell the difference-"
"Jess." He interrupted her, looking at her skeptically. Wow… he looks pretty good tonight. "I've lived with you for over a year, I know what your crying face looks like."
Now she refused to look at that stupid poop-brown (ok, chocolate brown) stare of his. "I'm fine Nick." But he continued to search her.
Finally, he sighed. "Let's talk about this at the bar, ok? I have to get back to work."
"Alright…" They walked over, and she sat in the last empty stool. Nick appeared in front of her, and gave her a smile that made every nerve in her body feel all tingly.
What is happening right now…
"What can I get ya, Jess?" His voice was a little deeper than usual. Oh my gosh. He just sounded kind of… sexy. She stared at him, bug-eyed. He smirked. When did his mouth get so cute?
"Um…" She squeaked out, laughing nervously. "You know what, I'll have one of your famous old-fashioned…s, Nick Miller." She was surprised she was able to form a full sentence.
They talked back and forth casually all night, both of them failing to mention their argument the day before. It was around 1 am, and the place was beginning to empty.
Nick came back over to her, after giving a couple of obnoxious frat boys their last SoCo and limes. "Alright Jess." Nick stared at her seriously. "If you don't want to talk about earlier tonight, that's fine." He paused. "I'm-
"You were right about Sam." Jess looked down, twirling the tiny red straw in her Old Fashioned. Nick looked taken aback- probably just as shocked as her that she was admitting he was right about something.
Maybe this is the alcohol talking but… "I don't have feelings for him. I don't know who I was kidding, because I can't do that… casual sex." She shook her head. "I've always been way too emotionally invested in my relationships, and it was just a matter of time before… before I mixed those feelings up." …but I don't feel drunk. Not really. She looked up at him shyly, waiting for a smug remark, a snarky comment but instead…
His eyes were soft. He was just… looking at her. And for what seemed like forever, he didn't say anything.
"Jess…" He began. "I'm glad you're not the type of person who can have meaningless sex with someone. That's a good thing, ok?" He set his elbows on the bar, and leaned forward a little. "You deserve someone a lot better than Sam, ok?" Jess couldn't seem to catch her breath. He was so close…
And then he was gone, putting glasses and bottles away, leaving her staring after him. And she felt like she had never been more sure of anything ever… she was falling for Nick Miller.
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