Chapter Seventy-One: Jessica's P.O.V.

"So, what exactly happened last night?" I heard a voice ask as I lay in bed with my eyes closed. I knew that voice, but when did he get here?

"I really don't know. One minute, we were dancing and the next she was in the bathroom. I have no clue what was wrong," I heard Adam answer John's question. "All she said was that she didn't feel well and that she needed to come back here."

"Maybe it would be best if she went home with me for awhile. I'm off until Tuesday, that gives me five days to help her get better or whatever she needs."

"That sounds good, man. Whatever is best for her is what we should do."

"Alright, I'll book us a flight out today. How long has she been sleeping?"

"She fell asleep as soon as we got into the limo last night which was about 12:30 to 1:00. We weren't at the club very long when this happened."

I felt guilty for making the others come home early, but I just couldn't stand to stay in the same club as Dave while he made out with some slut that he didn't even know. I finally brought it upon myself to open my eyes and let Adam and John know that I was awake.

"J, how are you feeling?" John immediately asked, sitting next to me on the bed.

"Better. So I hear that I'm going home with you today?"

He nodded. "Yeah, I thought that maybe you need another break from everything that's going on here."

"That sounds really good. I could use another vacation."

"Great. I'll go schedule a flight for us," he smiled and walked to the phone as Adam took his place.

"I want you to call me when you guys land, okay? And take care of yourself, you hear me?"

"Yes, Adam, I hear you. I can take care of myself. You of all people should know that."

"I know you can but I also know that sometimes you have a tendency toput others before yourself and that's the last thing that you need to be doing right now."

"Sorry to interrupt, guys," John began, "but our flight is at noon, so J, you have three and a half hours to get ready."

"That's cool," I answered and began to get up. "But if you'll excuse me, I really need to take a shower."

Later that afternoon, John and I found ourselves on a flight to Boston. I was silently looking out the window when John finally spoke.

"You want to tell me what really happened last night at that club?"

"I guess I better tell somebody, shouldn't I?"

"You need to or else it's just going to keep eating you up inside."

"I know," I paused and took a deep breath. "Last night, while I was on the floor dancing with Adam, I saw Dave. And he was all over some blonde that I'm sure he had never seen before in his life. And something came over me, I couldn't take it. I got sick."

"That 'something' was jealousy, J. You still have feelings for him, don't you?"

I nodded, tears welling up in my eyes.

"Then why are you with Adam? And I want the truth."

"The truth? I really don't know."