A/N: I'm dedicating this story to two of my "bestest" reviewers:
coffeechick87 and smile1. You guys have reviewed like EVERY chapter I've
ever written, and I'm so thankful for it! So this is for you guys!
A/N: Also...for everybody who's reviewed both "Getting Experienced" and this one: thank you soooo much! I love you guys!!!
A/N: This chapter is dedicated to SURF, who gave me the idea of using flashbacks
A/N: Yeah...I'm almost done saying thanks...just another thank you for everybody who has given me ideas on what the big secret should be. I hope you won't be dissapointed!
HAVE FUN READING THIS CHAPTER!!!
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They had only been at the Winter Carnival for about an hour when they bumped into Dean. Jess had been trying to avoid him, but unfortunately Clara had spotted Rory and dragged Dean over to them.
While Clara was telling Rory about her horseback lessons Dean and Jess tried to have a civil conversation.
At least...Jess was.
"So...how long until you knock her up?"
**FLASHBACK**
"Jess...I think I might be pregnant"
**FLASHFORWARD**
"Why don't you just shut up alright? You're just jealous..."
"Well if she wants to be with some hoodlum who probably used every kind of drug known to man it's her choice..."
**FLASHBACK**
"Mariano! You gotta try this man...it's amazing..."
Jess looked up at the stuff his friend offered him. He felt dizzy, and the world was spinning. He could vaguely distinguish a needle from the blurry background and took it. He didn't even care what it was anymore. He'd try anything. Coke. Heroin. Speed. XTC. He had tried it all.
**FLASHFORWARD**
"Cat got your tongue?"
Jess looked at him with a foul look in his eyes.
"Just too good to waste time on bagboys like you..."
He took Rory's arm and put his around her waist.
"Let's go baby"
Those flashbacks made his mind spin. Why did someone have this effect on him? Why did all those memories come back just now? Just when everything was perfect?
~~
He could still hear Deans voice in his ear.
"She's nothing but a whore to you Mariano. I know how many girls you've had"
He didn't. Dean really had no idea. If he had known how many girls Jess had slept with he would be shocked.
Honestly...Jess didn't even know himself. He had had some girls...here and there. Some at home...almost passed out from drugs...some at a friends house...Some at a party... Most of the time he didn't even remember.
There was one time he did remember though. He had been fucking drunk and there had been two gorgeous girls coming on to him. What was he supposed to do? He was just a guy after all. So that night he had had a threesome.
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Jess didn't regret all these things. They had been part of his life. He had become who he was by living that life. It belonged to him, like books and Rory belonged to him. But he knew Rory wouldn't understand. She wouldn't leave him cause of all this, but it would be hard for her to know that her boyfriend didn't fit the perfect image the town had in mind for her boyfriend. He knew he wasn't good enough for her. And telling her all these things would only make it worse.
He sighed and fell back on his bed. He wished that was the only thing he needed to tell her about. He wished things were that simple. That all he had done was some stupid raves and drugs. And some girls.
But it wasn't that simple. There was something far worse he needed to tell her. Something that would make her run away from him as far as she could. Something so bad even Luke wouldn't look at him anymore.
Something, Taylor would say, "typically Jess".
A/N: Also...for everybody who's reviewed both "Getting Experienced" and this one: thank you soooo much! I love you guys!!!
A/N: This chapter is dedicated to SURF, who gave me the idea of using flashbacks
A/N: Yeah...I'm almost done saying thanks...just another thank you for everybody who has given me ideas on what the big secret should be. I hope you won't be dissapointed!
HAVE FUN READING THIS CHAPTER!!!
~~
They had only been at the Winter Carnival for about an hour when they bumped into Dean. Jess had been trying to avoid him, but unfortunately Clara had spotted Rory and dragged Dean over to them.
While Clara was telling Rory about her horseback lessons Dean and Jess tried to have a civil conversation.
At least...Jess was.
"So...how long until you knock her up?"
**FLASHBACK**
"Jess...I think I might be pregnant"
**FLASHFORWARD**
"Why don't you just shut up alright? You're just jealous..."
"Well if she wants to be with some hoodlum who probably used every kind of drug known to man it's her choice..."
**FLASHBACK**
"Mariano! You gotta try this man...it's amazing..."
Jess looked up at the stuff his friend offered him. He felt dizzy, and the world was spinning. He could vaguely distinguish a needle from the blurry background and took it. He didn't even care what it was anymore. He'd try anything. Coke. Heroin. Speed. XTC. He had tried it all.
**FLASHFORWARD**
"Cat got your tongue?"
Jess looked at him with a foul look in his eyes.
"Just too good to waste time on bagboys like you..."
He took Rory's arm and put his around her waist.
"Let's go baby"
Those flashbacks made his mind spin. Why did someone have this effect on him? Why did all those memories come back just now? Just when everything was perfect?
~~
He could still hear Deans voice in his ear.
"She's nothing but a whore to you Mariano. I know how many girls you've had"
He didn't. Dean really had no idea. If he had known how many girls Jess had slept with he would be shocked.
Honestly...Jess didn't even know himself. He had had some girls...here and there. Some at home...almost passed out from drugs...some at a friends house...Some at a party... Most of the time he didn't even remember.
There was one time he did remember though. He had been fucking drunk and there had been two gorgeous girls coming on to him. What was he supposed to do? He was just a guy after all. So that night he had had a threesome.
~~
Jess didn't regret all these things. They had been part of his life. He had become who he was by living that life. It belonged to him, like books and Rory belonged to him. But he knew Rory wouldn't understand. She wouldn't leave him cause of all this, but it would be hard for her to know that her boyfriend didn't fit the perfect image the town had in mind for her boyfriend. He knew he wasn't good enough for her. And telling her all these things would only make it worse.
He sighed and fell back on his bed. He wished that was the only thing he needed to tell her about. He wished things were that simple. That all he had done was some stupid raves and drugs. And some girls.
But it wasn't that simple. There was something far worse he needed to tell her. Something that would make her run away from him as far as she could. Something so bad even Luke wouldn't look at him anymore.
Something, Taylor would say, "typically Jess".