Jason had made up his mind. He was going to leave and go home and do anything besides think about Courtney and her mystery man. He looked up at her window one last time and saw them enter the room. He instinctively made a fist.
Screw home He thought as he decided no his new plan. He was going to go up to the loft. He was going to act surprised to see that she had company and then he was going to discreetly get himself invited to stay for a drink so he could grill the guy on whom he was and what he was doing there. It was a plan. Suspicious? Yes. Discreet? Not at all. Get him a slap in the face from a fiery blond? Most likely. But it was still a plan.
He kept going over the details in his head until he was standing in front of her door. "Hi Courtney, I forgot something here and I needed to get it…I hope I'm not inconveniencing you. Oh I see you have company, perhaps I should leave? What? Coffee? Sure, that sounds great." He quietly mumbled to himself.
Once he decided that he was ready, he knocked on the door. No one answered. He knocked again, trying not to think of reasons no one was answering. What the two might be doing. I'm only knocking once more; I don't want to seem desperate. He told himself.
After he had knocked ten more times, he started to get worried. Why weren't they answering? Surely they could hear they door. They weren't that pre-occupied were they?
He quietly tried the door and to his surprise, it was open. Maybe they wanted me to find them. He thought bitterly but he mentally scolded himself. Courtney wouldn't do that to him. She was never anything but kind to him. He was the one who had torn his own heart out and hers at the same time. He was the one who was acting like he didn't care. He was the one who was trying not to care. Well besides tonight. Frantically knocking on her door like a mad man hardly seemed like something Jason would do but he needed to see her. He needed to talk to her. Just be near her in general.
He slowly opened the door and peered inside. The lights were still on, that was good thing. He walked inside. "Courtney?" He called out but there was no answer. He walked through the living room when something crunched below his feet. He frowned in confusion as he looked down and saw glass. He quickly found the source. The coffee table had been broken. There were also marks on the couch. It looked like someone had been clawing at it; the fabric was pulled out slightly. He bent down to inspect it more closely when something under the couch caught his attention. He pulled out the broken picture and sat down on the couch. It was a picture of him and Courtney. All of this could only mean one thing.
Note: The whole thing with Sam and the baby hasn't happened.