"Where did you come from!"
"Nelson, sit down."
"Wha-why!"
"Nelson, sit down damnit!"
Nelson, afraid, sat down on a chair nearby.
"What's the matter?"
"Shut your mouth and listen to me."
A gulp from Nelson. What had he done wrong? Jesse continued.
"When was the last time you saw DJ?"
"I-I-I don't know…um-uh…four months ago? I have no idea."
"Damnit, Nelson!" Jesse swiped his arm in a fury and knocked aside a chair to the other side of the yacht. Veins ran down Jesse's forehead, and his face reddening by the second.
"Alright, alright…let's see…uh…it would have to have been at that party. About a year or so ago. DJ was there and I was there because my date, Vanessa was good friends with the party host. DJ and I exchanged a few words of recognition and that's all."
"That's all?" Jesse was beginning to think that this Nelson was hiding something.
"That's all."
"Damnit! Nelson! Don't lie to me! Damn!"
"I'm not lying! I swear, I swear…please don't hurt me."
Jesse cooled down. "Alright, look. I won't hurt you, but just tell me the damn truth or I will hurt you."
Nelson stared at Jesse, a glimmer in his eyes as a gentle tear strolled down his cheek. "Alright. I had been drinking a bit and so had she…"
"Are you telling me DJ was drinking alcohol?"
"Yes, she was drinking a bottle of beer."
Jesse, non-believing, told him to go on.
"Alright, and I suddenly came over to DJ…and now I'm fading in and out…agh…and all I can remember vividly is waking up in her bed at her dorm."
Jesse's anger was rising. The son-of-a-gun was a sleaze, a complete sleaze. Jesse was full of pain and before he could do anything, his fist had knocked Nelson out cold.
A/N: And you guys thought I'd never update! Hopefully this will whet your appetites guys and I thank you all for your support. Thanks! )