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Jessimae told Tate that she would on stay overnight after everything happened at Jon's house. Little did she expect to stay at his house for the next three days. It didn't even fathom to her that she wasn't going home and all the school work she'd have to catch up on. Not that she really gave a shit about not going home, because her father most likely didn't notice. She and Tate decided they were never going to be any good for anything in this world so they took it upon themselves to stay in his place and do whatever the hell they wanted without any fucks given. Of course, at times, she did find herself missing Adeline, AJ, and Brianna, but with the sheer embarrassment that she felt from Saraya the other day, it wasn't possible for her to find it in herself to leave his house yet.
*Roman's P.O.V.*
Roman was lying on his back in bed, still trying to sink in everything that happened the other day. A part of him really couldn't look at Jessimae, but a big part of him really wanted to see her. Just to look at her beautiful face. To watch her skirt flow around her thighs as she walked, to watch her shyly crack that amazing smile that she always tries to hide. It was really starting to worry him that she hadn't showed up to school in three days. Had something happened with her and her father? Did she elope with Jon? Did she run away out of Ohio? Or did the worst of the worst happen? Her depression getting the best of her and she…you know. That was possibly the worst thought that could've crossed Roman's mind. All throughout the night he kept taking peeks at the picture that crushed him to pieces. He's never been so hurt and confused.
There was a soft knocking on the door. "Come in!" he shouted. Roman's mother walked in and immediately opened up his blinds to get some light in his room. "Baby, you're going to be late for school." She said, picking up his dirty clothes. "Mom, I don't think I'm going to go today." He mumbled into his pillows. "It's not like you to miss school, baby. Let alone two times in a year. You usually have perfect attendance." She said, now sounding concerned. Roman didn't say anything to his mother, so he just threw his blanket over his head and sighed deeply. It didn't take long for her to figure her own son out. She sat on the edge of his bed and slowly pulled the blanket off his head. "What's her name?" she whispered, after a minute of hesitation. Roman just smirked at her. He loved his mom and how well she could read his certain emotions when things bothered him. "How did you know?" he chuckled. "I'm your mother. I know you, Roman. I know what you look like when you have a bad football game, what you look like when your father loses a wrestling match, what you look like when you come home with a B, and I even know what you look like when you're dealing with the pain of getting your tattoo added to. Which, I can't believe you even got that done. Anyway, though I have yet to see what you look like when you're involved with a girl. Well, I guess I just found out." She laughed. Roman laughed and shook his head in amusement. "Yeah, you know me alright." He sat up and put his long black hair in a bun. "So what's her name?" she asked again. Roman got out of bed and starting picking things up around his room in a way of thinking about whether he should talk to his mom about all this. "…Her name's Jessimae. I uh…broke up her the other night because...she was starting to get pretty intimate with another boy that she specifically told me she didn't like." He slowly explained, followed by a deep sigh. "Sounds like your father and I when we first started dating. Unfortunately, I did the same thing when I was your age." She confessed. Roman looked over at his mother and cocked his eyebrow. "What do you mean?" he asked. "Well, I truly did love your father more than anything, but I had feelings for another boy as well. However, me and this boy went further than a little intimate." His mother mumbled, making it obvious that she was still full of guilt and regret. "So what happened?" he chimed in again. "I told your father. I was scared, but it was the right thing to do…Do you think Jessimae would've told you sweetheart?" Roman shut his drawer and grabbed his phone. "I don't know mom, but the guy she hooked up with is a real jerk and would've made it his business to tell me before she would've." He scoffed. "Ah…A bad boy is he? That's what sucked me in as well. Teenage girls, Roman." She sighed before continuing. "The part of our lives where we start to find ourselves and make mistakes." Roman sat next to her and stared at his feet. "Why do I have a feeling you're trying to get somewhere with this mom?" he whispered. "Sweetheart, for the two or three months you've been the happiest I've ever seen you. That's about when you met her right?" Roman just nodded, waiting for her to continue. "Something tells me this girl really likes you if she makes you that happy, baby. Maybe you should give her another chance. You never know what was really going through that young girls head until you talk to her. Avoiding her isn't going to answer anything." She said, cupping her sons face with one hand. "I'm guessing dad did that for you?" he smirked. "If he didn't then we wouldn't be married for the past twenty five years." She whispered. Roman laughed and pulled his t-shirt over his head. "Yeah, I guess. Thanks mom." He whispered. "You're welcome, baby. Trust me, talk to her and give it a chance." And with that, she walked out of his room leaving her son in a mix of emotions.
Roman grabbed his phone and decided to shoot Jessimae a text.
*Hey, can we talk? –Roman*
However, when Roman tried sending the text, an error message popped up saying: 'Sorry for the issue, but this message cannot go through.' He tried sending the message about five more times, but kept receiving the same error message. Instead of trying again, he dialed his best friend Tyler Black's phone. "Hey man, where are you? I waited out front to take you to school but you never came out. What happened?" Tyler blurted, not even giving Roman a chance to speak. "Tyler, do me a favor. Text Jessimae's number." He said, hearing Tyler's fingers clicking the keypad. "Uh…It says error. I think the number's been disconnected. I wonder if it's because of the picture that got sent around of her and that Moxley kid. You saw that right, man?" Without even realizing that last statement that Tyler made, Roman ran out of his house and to his car. Now he was worried sick. He knew the type of person Jessimae was and how depressed she could get. Other than Adeline, he was the only one that knew the type of thoughts she had. There was no time he was wasting. Jessimae needed to be found.
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Jessimae's dad stumbled to the door that was being pounded on. He opened it and saw Roman standing there with a worried look on his face. When Roman saw him open the door he was immediately washed over with anger. There was nothing that he wanted more right now than to give this man a taste of his own medicine. "Who are you?" his father spat. Roman clenched his jaw and wiped the sweat from his hands. "Where's Jessimae?" he mumbled. Her father shrugged his shoulders. "She and Adeline come home whenever they want. I thought she came home last night. She's didn't go to school yet?" he said, but nervously turned it into a question. "Not a very fatherly thing to do." Roman scoffed. "That supposed to mean something, boy?" he shot. "I haven't seen Jessimae in three days. It's kind of sad that three days of your daughter missing and her phone being off that you don't know where she is." He nearly interrogated. Her dad cocked his eyebrow. "Her phone's off? Adeline just paid that bill." Roman nearly fell to the ground in disbelief at this man. No care in the world that he just told him that his daughter was missing for three days, but that her phone was off. "Are you fucking kidding me, sir?" Roman snapped. "You got something to say to me, boy?!" he retorted. "DAD! I'M GOING TO SCHOOL NOW! I NEED YOU TO WRITE ME A NOTE FOR BEING A LITTLE LATE!" They heard Adeline yell from upstairs. Suddenly, she walked up to her dad at the door and noticed his stare down with Roman Reigns. "Um…Everything okay? Roman what's going on?" She questioned. "Where's your sister?" he asked, not taking his eyes off her dad. "Wait, you don't know where she's at either?" she started to panic. Roman shot his head at her and furrowed his eyebrows. "Adeline, I've tried texting her but I keep getting error messages back and stuff." She ran her fingers through her hair and pulled her dad back in the house. "Dad, just relax, okay? We'll find her." She whispered. He smirked and shook his head. "I don't really give a shit if you do." He groaned. Adeline was in awe. Did he really just say that?
Adeline walked outside and saw a very nervous Roman pacing back and forth on the sidewalk. He didn't know what was worse, the fact that Jessimae was gone or the fact that he just came face to face with her worst nightmare. "What are we going to do? Where would she be?" Adeline asked, biting her nails. Out of nowhere, Roman stopped and stared at the pavement as the light bulb went off in his head. "Go to school, Adeline. I know exactly where she's at." He stated, blowing past her to his car. "Wait Roman! Does this have anything to do with that picture Saraya sent out?" she asked. Roman sighed and turned to face her. "I don't want to think about that Addy. Trust me on this, she's fine and I know where to find her."
*Jessimae's P.O.V.*
Jessimae stood in the bathroom leaning over the sink, wincing as she slid the small blade across her wrist. She watched the blood drip down the drain and felt deep down that she deserved no better than this. "STOP!" Tate yelled, running into the bathroom and wiping the blood off of her wrist. "Geez Tate! You scared the hell out of me!" he cleaned her wounds and started to wrap her arm up. "You mutilating yourself scares the hell out of me!" he replied. "You used to do it!" she snapped. "I stopped years ago!
Now promise me you'll never cut yourself again!" he mumbled, pulling her out of the bathroom. Jessimae just nodded and walked downstairs.
She was preparing breakfast for her and Tate when she heard loud knocking on the door. "Jessimae can you get that?" Tate shouted from upstairs. Jessimae turned off the stove and made her way to the front door. As soon as she was about to open it, she took a step back and got scared. It had just hit her that there was only one person who would show up to this house. One person at her school who would have the balls to come here. Her…ex-boyfriend Roman Reigns. Very slowly, while sighing deeply, she opened the door and saw Roman standing there with a panicked look on his face. He closed his eyes and took a breath of relief and immediately pulled her in for a tight hug. "Jesus Christ! I thought something happened to you." He whispered in her ear. "Have you been here the whole time?" he asked. Jessimae just nodded into his chest. Roman let go of her and looked at her curiously. "I tried texting you! What the hell happened to your phone?" Jessimae looked at her feet and sighed. "I um…destroyed it at the park when you left." It was really hard for her to stand there with him. She was so embarrassed. "I'm sorry." He whispered. She shot her head up at him. "Roman there is absolutely no reason for you to be apologizing to me." She whispered back. "Who is it!?" Tate yelled from upstairs. "Just a friend!" she yelled back. Even though Roman was the one who broke up with her and got his heart broken, it killed him to hear her call him a friend. He finally heard Tate's voice and had proof that Jessimae wasn't making it up that someone did lived here. Something about that still made Roman uneasy though. "Can we talk real quick?" he asked. Those puppy dog eyes he was giving her made her feel like she was melting down the steps.
Jessimae really hated herself right now. She only had one good thing really happen to her in life and she ruined it that quick. Roman really was the best thing that happened to her and she screwed it up over a boy that shows no real emotion about anything. She stepped outside and sat on the front step while she picked at the bush next to her. There was no way she could find it in her to look at this kid unless he said something that caused her to. "So what's going on with you and Jon exactly?" he finally asked. Jessimae really did like Jon, but Roman was obviously better for her than unemotional Moxley. "Nothing…It was in the heat of the moment. He's a good looking kid whose talent is drawing girls to him. I just…I screwed up though. And I'm not the type to make excuses Roman, but I'm only seventeen…I'm still finding myself in a way." She explained. There was a long silence between the two. He didn't like hearing her talk about another guy being good looking. However, she was being honest with him, and he'd rather have her be brutally honest than her lie to his face. "So…do you think we rushed things?" he blurted. Jessimae's eyes started welling up with tears. She nodded her head and wiped her streaming eyeliner off her cheek. "Maybe we should take a chance to find ourselves before we go onto serious things. I mean, we just started dating and I already fucked things up." She sobbed. Roman pulled her in so she could cry on his shoulder as he twirled her hair in his fingers. This wasn't making it any easier for her. "I've already found myself, Jessimae. That's why I came back here." She looked up at him shocked, but mainly confused. "What are you…What are trying to say?" He took a deep breath and thought about where to start with this.
"Listen Jessimae, like you said, you're only seventeen. You're young, and still sorta lost. Seventeen is the age where you should be making mistakes and later on in life is when you learn from them. I understand if you're not sure where you're supposed to be, but I know where I'm supposed to be, and I'm positive on that. And that's…That's with you. When I saw you and Jon…you know. It did kill me, but you wouldn't have been crying at the park and destroyed your phone if it didn't kill you too. Like you said, you made a mistake and, I for one, know how manipulative guys can be sometimes." He explained. Jessimae really wanted to know where he was going with this speech. Not beating around the bush is what she took after her father. "What exactly are you telling me, Roman?" she whispered. Roman sighed deeply. "What I'm saying is…I'm ready to start over and give you another chance." He finally blurted. She was speechless after that. Did he really want to get back with her after she hooked up with Jon? After Saraya humiliated him? After all of that?! She didn't know if she should feel happy and flattered or if there was something seriously wrong with him rather than her. There was no doubt she wanted to jump on him and kiss him all over for being so sweet, understanding, and forgiving, but deep down, she couldn't forgive herself for what she did to him. She buried her face in her hands and cleared her throat.
"Roman, I really, really appreciate you being so positive about all this and finding it in yourself to forgive me, and most of all looking at it from my perspective…But I don't deserve to be with someone like you." She whispered, playing with her blue tipped hair. Roman looked at her with a look of almost being offended by her statement. "What makes you think that?" he asked, putting his hand on her thigh and making her shiver slightly. She loved his hands. How big, tan and beefy they were. Jessimae always admired the smallest things about people. "Look, everything I've done to you…I know you don't trust me. Whenever you see Jon and me in the same vicinity, it'll make you cringe. I know it will. Roman, these past few months, I've done nothing but cause you trouble and ruin your reputation…" "Jessimae, I don't care about that. I don't care what people say about me, or my reputation. And I do trust you, baby. I don't trust Moxley. Like I said earlier about the easily manipulated thing, it's not your fault. He's just a jerk. Believe me, I know guys." He interrupted. Jessimae finally looked into his grey eyes which were so dreamy and wondrous that it almost caused her to lose this fight. "Roman, again, I'm actually taken aback by how forgiving you are of that and I love that, I do…But you need to realize that I need to love myself before I can love anyone else." She sighed, running her fingers through his black strands of hair that were left out of his bun. He couldn't think of anything to say. As much as he didn't want to admit it, she was right. Roman really, really wanted to be with this girl, but he wanted Jessimae to be strong and confident. If time is what she needed to give him that, then that's worth waiting for in his book. After five minutes of deep thought, he finally broke the silence. "You really think you can get through this by yourself?" he asked, slowly running his hand up and down her thigh. Jessimae just nodded, trying to fight tears. Roman let out a deep sigh and watched the cars zoom by on the street. Of course, everyone that drove by was giving them strange looks as to why they were sitting on the steps of the cursed Murder House. He looked over at the small girl and put his muscular arm around her shoulder. He leaned his chin on the side of her head and inhaled her amazing sent. "You're a lot stronger than you think you are, baby." He whispered in her ear, making her smile shyly. "Well, you know where to find me if you ever need me. I'll be waiting for you." He added. Jessimae could sit with him like this forever. His grip on her just felt so right. Even though she never had a boyfriend before, Roman was already number one on the list of best snuggler ever. Even though she was hoping that she would never end up with a 'list'.
She looked up at him and cracked a smile. Thoroughly observing all his beautiful features. The way his thick jaw just constantly clenched on a daily basis, his cute freckles surrounding his nose, those grey eyes just beaming. She couldn't take it anymore and leaned up to plant a kiss to his full Samoan lips. Even though she pretty much rejected this kid, he was more than willing to kiss her back. There was too much going on in their situations for there to be tongue, but their lips were certainly working together like never before. Roman couldn't get enough of her. He loved how she had this little shy side to her, but had her moments where she came all the way out of her shell. She was perfect to him. Her smooth, lightly colored skin that wasn't too pale, feeling her snake bites ribbing against his lips every time they kissed. Man, were they going to miss each other. Roman broke the kiss and layed his head against the side of hers. "I'll see you again…Hopefully soon." He mumbled in that deep voice that made her weak. "You keep throwing kisses like that at me and I'll be back sooner than expected." She quietly laughed. Roman laughed along with her as he rubbed his thumb over her bottom lip, lightly playing with her piercing. "I'm counting on that, baby." He winked and finally walked off to his car. Jessimae watched him drive off and then tucked her head between her knees. *That damn wink! Unf!* she laughed to herself after replaying his sexy wink in her head over and over again. "So was that him?" Tate asked, interrupting her thoughts as he stepped into the doorway. Jessimae stood up and followed him into the house. "Yeah, that was Roman." She sighed. "Good looking guy. He's got some badass hair." He laughed, flopping on the couch. "Um…Tate, I think I should go home now. I uh…really miss my sister and my other friends." She mumbled. Tate hopped off the couch and over-looked her. "Well…You'll be back right?" he asked, almost in a panicked tone. She furrowed her eyebrows on how weird he all of the sudden turned. "Of course I'll be back, Tate." She gave him a tight hug after putting her shoes on. "Thank you for everything." She spoke into his chest. "You don't have to thank me. That's what best friends are for." He smiled. She looked up at him and gave him one last quick smile and walked out of the house.
*Roman's P.O.V.*
Roman sat in his seat in homeroom now that he made it to school. He eyes were locked on the empty seat next to him. He wanted to go home and face plant into his bed so badly. Not just because he missed Jessimae, but because he was tired of people coming up to him left and right about that damn picture of her and Jon.
"Does anyone know where Jessimae Miller is? It's not like her to miss school like this. Anyone see her lately?" Mr. Colter called to the class. "Probably out sucking Moxley's dick!" Dave Batista shouted, high fiving his friends in high pitched laughs. "Mr. Batista, that's two weeks of detention!" The teacher shouted. Dave ignored Mr. Colter and proceeded to laugh with his friends, but Roman was staring hard daggers through him. The more he saw Dave and his buddies laughing, the shorter his fuse got. Roman's jaw was clenching so hard that it started to hurt. He finally stood up and stomped his way over to Dave who was sitting on top of his desk acting cocky as always. Roman pushed his two hands into Dave's chest as hard as he could to the point where he flew backwards with such force that he landed in an acute angle on the floor. "You want to keep running your mouth or are you ready to shut the fuck up?!" he roared. Dave jumped up and left hooked Roman's jaw, causing him to almost stumble over a chair. Fortunately for Roman, he's an experienced football player who bench presses almost three-hundred pounds. Dave was a big guy too, but he had no chance against Roman. Roman got himself together and speared Dave into the desks and started pounding his big fists into his face. "HEY! THAT'S ENOUGH! ROMAN C'MON!" Mr. Colter yelled, jumping out from behind the desk.
It wasn't just Dave running his mouth that pissed him off. It was thinking about Jon getting his girl, and the fact that Jessimae wouldn't take him back because she has no hope in herself. He was finally pushed over the edge. The amount of boys it took to get these two off each other was unbelievable. It looked like homeroom turned into a royal rumble. "Break it up guys! C'mon!" Titus yelled, pulling Roman off of Dave. Roman pushed everyone off of him and walked to the bathroom to clean his bloody mouth.
He took a long hard look in the mirror, but didn't even recognize the reflection looking back. Never had he gotten into a fight in his life nor ever really had much of an altercation with anyone. Roman splashed water on his face and decided to go home on his own terms. Leaving school and taking a long joy ride was all he wanted to do. When Roman was walking down the hallway, he was coming closer to the L-shaped corner that led to the next hallway. Just as he finally hit that corner, who better to come walking around than Jon Moxley. Roman felt like he was steaming out the ears right now. Now was not the time for him to run into this kid. Jon looked up and was surprised to see him actually. However, he wasn't the least bit scared. Jon Moxley wasn't afraid of anyone or anything. Perhaps that wasn't entirely a good thing, because a lot of people say over the years that Jon might not be 'all the way there.' Without saying a word, they both stood nose to nose just observing each other in a sadistic way. Ten minutes had to have gone by now of this stare down. Roman wanted to do to Jon what he just finished doing to Dave in homeroom a few minutes ago, only a million times worse. Jon, being…Jon, wanted to rub it in his face so badly about how good his girl tasted. "Gentleman, aren't you supposed to be somewhere?" Mr. Maris called out from the teacher's lounge, indicating that they needed to get to class. Without breaking eye contact, they both brushed past each other. Just barely knocking their shoulders out of the way. As soon as their backs were to each other, they focused their eyes on the front of them and proceeded walking to their destination. The strength that Roman just endured of not bashing that kids head into the wall was unbearable.
*Jessimae's P.O.V.*
Three-thirty had finally rolled around which meant school was over. Jessimae sat on AJ's step and waited for her and Brianna to get here. There was never a day where they didn't walk to and from school together. There was no way after missing for three days that she was going back home to her crazy ass father, especially if Adeline wasn't there.
"Jessimae!" AJ and Brianna yelled simultaneously, running after their friend. "Hey loveys!" Jessimae smiled widely. It was indescribable how much she missed these girls. She really felt terrible for leaving them out of the loop so often. Brianna and AJ never left Jessimae out of anything beings they've all been inseparable since kindergarten. "Where have you been?! Why haven't you picked up your phone?!" they both freaked, barely giving Jessimae a chance to breath. "Guys, Guys! One at a time!" she laughed. "I've just been…you know, out and about. Trust me, it won't make a damn bit of sense to you if I told you where. Anyway, I've been M.I.A. because of that damn picture that Saraya sent out and I haven't picked up my phone because…I…well, destroyed it." She explained. AJ and Brianna looked at each other and then back at their friend with a look of confusion just washed over them. "Okay…well do you plan on explaining why you did that with Jon while you're with Roman? Beings that you dropped off the face of the earth and we've been worried sick, I think we deserve an explanation." Jessimae shot her head at Brianna after hearing her stern statement. 'While you're with Roman.' Does that mean nobody knows about their breakup? Was Roman not the type to spread things around about his personal life or was there a certain motive behind that? Man, was she jumbled even more now. "That's what I'm here for. How about I explain everything in a sleepover at your place tonight, AJ? Your parents are out of town…just like old times?" she weakly smiled. Jessimae, Brianna and AJ were always very forgiving of each other in many situations, but she could tell that her actions lately were really upsetting them, and only prayed that they could forgive her and not take this too personally. AJ purposely went from serious face to jumping up and down and hugging her best friends. "Of course! I'll get food and drinks! You whores be over here at six o'clock! We're starting early!" She winked, and ran into her house leaving Brianna and Jessimae laughing.
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Jessimae couldn't have been happier that her father wasn't home when she walked in. The past five years he never even left the damn house until he found out about the bar around the corner. It was such a relief that he wasn't here because after missing for three days, man would that be bad! "Jess!" Adeline screamed from the kitchen. Adeline charged at her baby sister and grabbed her into the tightest hug. "Where the hell have you been?!" she freaked. Jessimae didn't want to tell Addy that she had been at the Murder House, because then her sister would really think there was something wrong with her. Jessimae shook her head and smirked. "Just…Around." It amazed Jessimae how happy she was to see her sister. The happiness that she was feeling right now didn't come to her surface too often. Somewhat, it did annoy her that Adeline acted more like a mother than her sister, but that was better than not having anyone. "Well, thank god you made it home, because Roman's big ass showed up here and I thought shit was about to go down!" she laughed. The cup of water that Jessimae was about to drink from slowly fell from her hand and crashed in the sink. She turned around and looked at Adeline in utter disbelief. "W…What did you just say?" she stuttered. "Yeah, Roman was here looking for you. He seemed scared as hell until he faced off with dad. He was pretty badass looking if you ask me." She said, running upstairs. Jessimae was absolutely stunned. Almost as if she was in a trance. Roman came to her house!? He confronted her father?! What the hell did he say to him?! How angry will her father be?! How severe will this beating be if he thinks she told?! Did Roman really care about her that much that he would show up here knowing about her dad? She could feel her temples throbbing from how many questions swamped her head. All she knew is she had to get answers from Roman, and had to get out of here before her father came home.
"Why are you still standing there?" Adeline laughed. Jessimae snapped out of it and looked over at her curious sister who was putting her coat on. "Where are you going?" she asked, disregarding Adeline's question. "Sami's why?" Jessimae shook her head. "Just wondering. I'm about to go to AJ's for a sleepover." She said, going into the bathroom and collecting her toiletries. "Good, I was actually about to ask you if you wanted to come with me to Sami's because I really don't want you here by yourself." She pointed out. Jessimae cocked her eyebrow. "And what would I have done? Watch you and Sami get it on? Yeah, no thanks." She chuckled. "Scotty and Jon live there too, dipthong!" Adeline teased, poking Jessimae's nose. That made Jessimae almost sick to her stomach. Jon. The boy that so easily got her to cheat on Roman. The boy that she liked so much and knew was dangerous to be around him for obvious reasons. "You just said hang out with Jon…I take it that you didn't see that picture?" she mumbled. Adeline sighed and nodded. "Yeah, I saw it. But it's not my place to judge you. Besides, I'll be there too and if he tries that shit with you while I'm around he'll be castrated in five seconds." She laughed, causing Jessimae to laugh as well. Adeline walked up to her sister and tightly wrapped her arms around her. Jessimae was sort of caught by surprise, but returned the embrace. With the life she was given, Jessimae didn't deny any love that was pushed her way. "Don't do that to me ever again, okay? I love you more than anything Jessimae, remember that." She whispered into her ear. A small tear streamed down Jessimae's face. "I love you too, Addy. I'm so sorry." Adeline let go of her and smiled. "Text me a couple times tonight so I know you're okay." She mumbled. Jessimae laughed and looked at her feet. "Yeah, about that…I don't have a phone anymore…" she admitted, hoping that Adeline wouldn't be too mad beings that she spent five-hundred dollars on that brand new iPhone for her. Adeline furrowed her eyebrows and sighed. "I don't even want to know. We'll get you a new one on Sunday. I just got paid." She chuckled.
Suddenly the front door slowly opened as their drunken mess of a father stumbled in. Adeline immediately went into defense mode and shoved Jessimae behind her back. Her father looked up at the two girls and cocked his eyebrow. The man could barely stand up straight. He squinted when he noticed a person behind Adeline. Well, in his drunken vision, he saw about three people behind her. "Please…Do not tell me that bitch Jessimae is behind you." He slurred out, looking annoyed at what he just saw. "What's it matter?" Adeline asked, feeling a bit offended herself. Their father just stared daggers at Jessimae who was using her sister as a shield pretty much. He quickly picked up an empty glass that was on the table next to him and heaved it at Jessimae's head as hard as his arm can throw, just barely hitting her head. Luckily, Jessimae was born with great reflexes and dodged it, running over to get her bag and booking it out the door with Adeline on her tail. As terrible as it was to think, Jessimae wished for nothing more than for her to come home and find her father dead from alcohol poisoning. The beatings were one thing. Kids all over the world were dealing with that horrific behavior, but her father coming at her with knives and throwing glass at her…This was getting out of hand. "Jess, I'm so so…" "Don't!" Jessimae cut her off. "I'll be at AJ's." she whispered, running her trembling hands through her hair as she walked off.
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"I ordered a pizza! I told them I was eighteen and they believed me even though I look twelve!" AJ shrieked, walking in her room with two boxes of pizza and setting them down in front of Brianna and Jessimae. "So Jessimae, you want to uh…start explaining that picture to us?" Brianna spoke up, picking up a slice. Jessimae rolled her eyes. Even though it was stupid to think this, she was hoping they forgot about the whole Jon thing. "Well, he kissed me, I liked it, and we took it farther than expected and didn't realize Saraya was in the closet…What else is there to say?" She somewhat explained, still trying to let that incident roll off her shoulders. "That shit went all over the school…What did Roman think?" AJ asked. "He was very hurt, of course. He uh…Broke up with me." She sighed as Brianna's eyes widened. "I'm so sorry, Jessimae." She mumbled. Jessimae looked down at her fingers and slightly nodded her head. "He wanted to get back together with me earlier today…but I said no." she stated, preparing herself for her friend to strangle her. Brianna almost spit her coke all over her friend after hearing that. "YOU SAID NO?! ARE YOU ALL THE WAY THERE?!" she freaked, pretending to knock on her head. "I really thought I was doing the right thing by that but…He's all I think about Brianna." She whispered. AJ walked back into the room and smiled. The two girls not even realizing that she had walked out in the first place. "Well, tonight will be your chance to tell him that because Tyler Black just called me and invited us to his party tonight." She shrieked. "Whoa, whoa, what do you mean I'll be able to tell him?!" Jessimae started to freak. AJ gave her a prideful look. "Roman and Tyler have been best friends forever. You really think he's not going to be there?" AJ laughed. Jessimae felt like her heart was going to pop out of her chest from excitement, but fear all bundled together. "Get dressed girls! It's going to be a long night!" Brianna cheered.
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The music was pumping and the crowds were hollering from every angle of Tyler's large, isolated property. This was by far the biggest party of the year. Everyone who was anyone at Red Land was at this party. That's what was so damn cool about Tyler Black. He accepted anyone into his life and befriended whomever he pleased. Jessimae, Brianna, and AJ walked in the front door, holding hands and ready to party. Well, Jessimae was sort of ready to party. A huge part of her was terrified to face all these kids from school after the picture and being on hiatus for three days. She looked all around her surroundings for Roman, but couldn't spot him. "Hey you!" a voice called out from behind the girls. They turned around and saw Punk smiling hard at AJ. Jessimae couldn't help but smile big as well. Not only was it nice to see AJ get so giddy and happy about a boy, but now her and Brianna weren't the only ones with boyfriends. Well, even though Jessimae rejected Roman, and Brianna and Scotty weren't actually official. "Can I get you a drink?" he asked her. AJ nodded and linked arms with him as they made their way to the cases of beer and jello shots. You can tell by the way Punk looked at AJ that he really like her. These two were going to be official in no time.
"Um…Jessimae, I spy someone sexy, tan and has a hell of a body." Brianna smiled, nudging her friends shoulder as she looked past her. Jessimae turned around so she was facing the kitchen to see what Brianna was talking about and noticed through Tyler's back door that there were people hanging out in his garage in the backyard. It was a badass garage because he actually used it more as a man cave. There was a beer keg in there, a pool table and even a damn couch with a TV above it. Most importantly, there he was. Sitting on one of the lawn chairs, guzzling down a beer and laughing hysterically at his drunken friends. Roman Reigns. "Go." Brianna whispered, shoving her friend lightly. Jessimae looked at her and shook her head. "I'm not going to leave you Brianna." She chuckled. "Jessimae, I'll still be here no matter where you go. He's definitely more important right now. Go." She reassured her, smiling brightly. She really wanted to go out there and see him, but she was afraid his friends, who have no filter, would say something about the picture. Maybe now was the time to change all that though. The time for her to step out of this shell and stop being so fearful of everyone she came across. Being this way has obviously done nothing but bring her negativity in every direction for the past five years. However, she knew it was time to be strong and deal with the fact that no matter where you go on this planet, there's always going to be that one person who doesn't like you and pick on you for no reason. This was about Roman Reigns and not his asshole friends. Jessimae wanted to be with this kid more than anything and now was the time to deal with her past and suck it up. All this reminiscing on things that she can't change or do anything about needed to come to an end. "I'll catch up with you in a bit." She said, smirking at Brianna. "Go get him." Brianna winked, slapping her friend's ass as she walked away.
Roman was about to grab another drink out of the mini fridge outside when he looked over and saw the most beautiful girl in the world walked through the backyard towards him. She was wearing black skinny jeans that were tucked into her self-made famous chuck taylors and her insane clown posse sweatshirt that was adorably too big. He also noticed that she straightened her hair which he really, really liked because it brought her blue tips out more and made the shape of her face so much more gorgeous. Roman loved her style and how much she wasn't afraid to be different, but he really liked when she mixed it up sometimes. He watched her long hair move with the wind, the way her finely chiseled body moved as she walked. All he could think about is how much he wanted to get this girl alone. "Hey." She whispered. Roman smiled down at her and hugged her tightly. "Hey beautiful." He mumbled in her ear. "Hey honey-bun!" Tyler stumbled over, hugging Jessimae tightly while petting her head. "He's fucking wasted." Roman lipped to her. Now she understood why he was acting like this. At first she thought he was just being a dick. "I love you Jessimae! I love you so fucking much!" Tyler slurred out while cupping her face. "Alright Tyler, that's enough. Go back to you beer pong game!" Roman laughed, pulling him off Jessimae. "Beer where?!" he ran off. Well…at least he tried to run off. Jessimae and Roman were laughing hysterically at this point from watching these guys try to play games. He was amazed to see her so happy right now. This was the first time he'd seen her bright teeth from a smile. She was by far the most beautiful girl in school and had no idea why she was so underrated.
"Can I um…talk to you?" she asked, shyly. Roman nodded and took her up to his car on top of the hill so they were away from everyone else. They sat on the hood of the car and were silent for a few moments. It wasn't awkward though. Any time these two spent with each other whether it was, a date or just being next to each other made them happy. She cleared her throat and decided to finally speak up. "Look Roman, I know I already said this a billion times, but I'm really, really sorry. For everything, bringing you problems, hurting you, being so short with you sometimes…everything. When we talked this morning and I said all that stuff. I only said that stuff to protect you from all that shit. Honestly, not being with you is the last thing I want. A really stupid part of me thought there was hope with Jon. Again, I don't know what I was thinking when I had someone like you and he's done nothing but fucked up shit to me." She started to trail off, thinking of Jon's beautiful face and sexy, bad attitude. She tried so hard to convince herself and others that she hated him so much, but she was losing the battle. Jessimae hated herself for liking him, but she had to fight those feelings if she wanted to be with Roman. She turned her body towards his and ran her fingers through his hair. She loved the days when he just let it hang down. "I want to be with you Roman. So much, and rejecting you was absolutely stupid of me." She stated, fighting tears from welling up. Jessimae really didn't want to cry in front of him, especially in this situation. She wanted to be strong and carefree. "So…You want to get back together?" he smirked. She very cutely nodded, rubbing his tan, freckled, cheek with her thumb. "Thank you." He whispered. Jessimae cocked her eyebrow. "Why on earth are you thanking me?" she chuckled. Roman hopped off the hood of the car and stood between her legs. "For completing me." He smiled, leaning forward and planting a long, sweet kiss to her lips. She snaked her hands up his muscular arms and wrapped them around his neck, pulling him in harder. His tongue immediately asking for entrance as she was more than willing to allow. As soon as his lips touched hers, there was that spark that they were both craving so badly. The spark that they felt for the first time when they kissed in the rain the night when she revealed everything to him. The spark that neither of them wanted to lose. Roman went from her lips to her jawline and down to her neck, sucking on her sensitive spots. Her fingers were buried in his long black hair as she whimpered and breathed heavily as his tongue did wonders to her. Jessimae felt like she was going to explode from the amount of sexual tension that was being built up for a while. Even in the past few months of them just sitting together in homeroom made them feel this way. "Let's go in the car…I want you." She said, breathlessly. Roman stopped what he was doing and smirked at her. "What?" he chuckled. Jessimae felt like she wanted to crawl under a rock. She was so embarrassed. Perhaps she took this too far? Hey, she couldn't help it though. However, she fought to play it cool. "I want you Roman…so bad. I thought you'd be cool with that." She whispered, thanking God that it was too dark for Roman to see how red her face was. Roman was completely taken aback. This girl truly surprised him sometimes. But hey, he wasn't complaining. "Well, I am cool with that. Really cool actually but, I thought we could…you know, save that moment for something a little more special. You deserve more than a car, Jessimae." He very politely explained, running his hands up and down her thighs. "Ugh! Alriiiight." She sarcastically complained while hopping off the car. "Oh hush!" he laughed, shoving his hands in her back pockets as an excuse to feel her ass. "Let's have some fun tonight." She smiled up at him with her back to his chest as they walked back to the party.
Just as they got to the front door Jessimae stopped him. "Oh by the way…You went to my house?!" she chuckled, still in disbelief at that. Roman smirked and grabbed her chin with his index finger and thumb. "I didn't kill him did I?" he winked and walked in the house. Jessimae rolled her eyes as she smiled at his silliness and followed him in. She wanted more of an explanation from him, but tonight was a night for fun. Perhaps that subject can wait.
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"So what are you doing tomorrow?' Roman asked Jessimae as she sat on his lap and watched Tyler try to play pool. He had to have fallen about six times just from trying to shoot the ball. "I'll probably be with AJ and Brianna, but most likely not all day. Why? Did you want to do something?" she asked, rubbing the back of his hand that was resting on her belly. "Of course I do. I've missed the shit out of you." He laughed, tickling her sides, almost making her drop her beer. The entire night, Roman and Jessimae couldn't stop stealing glances at each other. They couldn't help but smile like little weirdo's every time they caught each other. They were smitten. Just as Jessimae and Roman were about to lean in for a kiss, she was yanked off by a strong force. "Guess what Jessimae?! They all want me jump in that pool out there and I'm going to because I'm drunk!" Tyler yelled in her face, then planting a hard kiss to her lips. Jessimae stumbled backwards from Tyler's strength as he ran over to the pool and back flipped from the diving board. Her eyes were completely bugged out from shock as she looked over and saw Roman dying laughing. His best friend was something else when he was drunk and he had no care in the world that he just kissed his girlfriend. "Is he crazy?" she laughed. "No, he's fucking wasted. I can't believe he's not passed out yet." He replied, still cracking up. Suddenly Tyler made his way back over to them. "Did you see that?! Oh! I'm sorry Roman! I'm so sorry for kissing your girl. I can…I can make it up to you!" he slurred again, grabbing Roman's face and now kissing him harshly. "EW DUDE! Get off!" Roman gagged, pushing Tyler off. "I love you bro, but I don't do that gay shit!" he laughed, aggressively wiping his mouth as if he had a disease. He looked down and saw Jessimae rolling on the ground laughing at him. He highly enjoyed the sight he was witnessing and wished that she was this happy all the time. He couldn't be more grateful that she showed up tonight. Roman laid down on top of her in a push up position. "I'd pay a billion dollars to see you laugh like that every day." He smirked. She cupped his face and shook her head lightly. "Cherish it, because I'm buzzed right now and you're probably never going to see it again." She mumbled. Mainly to show off, he started doing pushups over her and every time he went down, he'd plant a kiss to her plump lips. As he went up and down she ran her hands under his shirt and traced his abs with her fingers. Roman did want their moment to be special, but he couldn't deny that he wanted this girl now and had to fight from getting a hard-on.
"WOOOO! Go Jess!" Brianna slurred, as she walked up to Jessimae and Roman who didn't even realize they were lying in the middle of the garage floor. It was obvious Brianna had her fair share of drinks tonight as she kept sticking her tongue down Scotty's throat. That was the moment when Jessimae realized…Scotty! Scotty was there which only meant one thing. Jon Moxley had to be here too. He goes everywhere with Scotty and there was no way he was going to stay home and watch Sami and Adeline the whole time. Not to mention, what's a party without the ultimate party boy?! Jessimae was now washed over with anger. She climbed out from under Roman and pulled Scotty aside. "He's here isn't he?! Where is he Scotty?" she demanded to know. He knew exactly what she was talking about and pointed up at the house with a look as if he regretted showing her. "Roman, I need to go talk to someone. I'll be back, okay?" she shouted. Roman just nodded while grabbing another beer and trying to converse with Tyler who was definitely on the verge of passing out now.
Jessimae walked into Tyler's house which was full of people and went on her search for Jon. She desperately needed answers from him after what Saraya revealed to her the other day about Jon knowing her a lot longer than she could've imagined.
Finally, she spotted him in the corner, of course, being harassed by Saraya. He was enjoying his beer while talking to Drake about what sounded like wrestling. She wasted no time to make her way over to him, not caring who was there.
"Jon! Jon!" she shouted, catching his by surprise. "Um…didn't you learn your damn lesson?" Saraya scoffed, sitting on Jon's lap, not even realizing that Jon was trying to lightly push her off. "Saraya, I am not in the mood." Jon was chugging his beer, highly enjoying the show in front of him. However, he felt kind of nervous because the last time he's seen her this mad was the pill incident a while back. He was wondering what her problem was now. "Whenever you're around Jon, seems like you're always in the mood." She chuckled, sarcastically. Jessimae stared daggers into her former friend's eyes. "That's the other way around sweet heart. Whenever Jon's around me is when the mood really kicks in. Maybe that's the reason he's always chosen me over you." Jessimae smiled sadistically. Now Jon was confused. What the hell made her say that?! What is she talking about? Saraya, for the first time, was speechless. In her psychotic head, that was a whole new low. She was absolutely fuming out of the ears at Jessimae's comment. Jessimae had finally had it. All the years of being bullied and abused physically and mentally were finally done being bottled up and brought out a Jessimae that was, quite frankly, starting to scare herself. Jessimae reached over and stole Drakes plastic cup out of his hand and splashed the contents all over Saraya. "That would be your cue to fucking move." She said, sternly. Jon was in awe. He could not believe he just watched this innocent, kind, quite girl stand up for herself, let alone like this. "YOU FUCKING BITCH!" Saraya screamed, and punched Jessimae dead in the mouth. Was Jessimae expecting that? Yes. Did she care? Not really, because throwing a drink in someone's face definitely deserves the retaliation of being hit no matter how angry you are. It's just wrong, and Jessimae knew that. Besides, she was only concerned with one person as of right now and that was the kid pulling her away from the scene. Immediately, Jon grabbed Jessimae around her waist with one arm and shoved Saraya away with the other. "Go! Now! Just let me talk to her!" Jon shouted at Saraya as Drake pulled her in the other direction. Everyone in Tyler's house was too drunk and partying too hard to even acknowledge the scene happening to their left.
"Do not touch me!" Jessimae freaked as she pushed Jon's hands off her. "Your mouth is bleeding." He mumbled. "That doesn't require you to touch me." She shot. "Jessimae if you're going to act like this…" "You're damn right I'm going to act like this because you owe me some fucking answers as to why you've been bullshitting me this whole time!" she interrupted, wiping the blood off her lip. "Um…I have no idea what you're talking about, but okay. Let's go over here so I can at least clean your mouth off." He said, walking to the bathroom. As Jessimae followed she was giving him the dirtiest looks. "No I idea what I'm talking about, my ass!" she groaned, too quiet for Jon to hear. Jon put the clump of toilet paper against her bottom lip to soak up the blood. "This is definitely going to swell. I think she hit your snake bite." He mumbled, rubbing his thumb over her lip. As much as she wanted to strangle him right now, his touch and his body being so close to hers to where she can feel his breath was making her spine shiver. "Are you okay, Jessimae? This…This isn't you." He muttered while ripping off more toilet paper and wiping her chin. Jessimae cracked a smirk. "Yeah, I'm quite sure that you know all about me don't you, Jon?" she shot, rolling her eyes. Jon was confused. "Have you been drinking? What are you talking about?" he questioned. She grabbed his hand and pushed it away from her mouth. "Saraya told me everything Jon. You liking me since sixth grade. All of it." She said, surprisingly calm now. Jon was quiet. He wasn't a good liar when it came to people calling him out on things. He didn't feel embarrassed or anything. Mostly disappointed. Mainly at Saraya for promising him that she'd keep it to herself when she confronted him many years ago about him liking her. Of course, bitch can never keep her mouth shut. Jon turned around and sat on the tub. "I uh…don't really know what to say." He mumbled. Jessimae immediately calmed her anger to a level one and slowly sat next to him. He pulled his phone out of his back pocket and rested it on his leg so he wouldn't crack it from sitting on it. "So it is true." She whispered. Jon nodded, staring at the floor. "Saraya may be one crazy bitch, but have you ever known her to make shit up?" he asked, almost chuckling. Which was true. Saraya may have been a bitch, but she was an honest bitch. "Why didn't you ever tell me, Jon?" He shrugged his shoulders. "I was scared." Jessimae examined his face and body language thoroughly. There was something he was hiding. She knew it immediately when he sat down. "And exactly what was or is there to be scared of? It's just me." She smirked. This conversation was leading somewhere personal on Jon's part, and he wasn't ready to go there with her yet. Something that he had never talked about to anyone and it was going to take a while for that to come out. "Um…I know that you want answers, but that's kind of personal and I hope to save that conversation for another day." He stuttered quietly. Jessimae often wondered if she was the only one who even knows this side of Jon exists. Whenever she saw him around other people, he was this loud, obnoxious, party guy. However, with her, he was quiet, gentle and polite. He was a box of confusion. Jessimae was right on point with that. She knew what it was like to hold a massive secret and being scared to let people know. She didn't even mean to tell Roman, but she was breaking down that night. "I understand, Jon. Um…I'm sorry for going off on you tonight. I was drinking a little, and I was just so done with everyone's shit, ya know?" she mumbled. Jon looked at her and nodded. "I get it, I get it." He chuckled. They were both silent as they kept taking smirking glances into each other's eyes.
Suddenly, Jon's phone buzzed on his leg, catching both of their attention to his screen. Jessimae cocked her head to the side and furrowed her eyebrows when she noticed Jon was getting a phone call from a 'Detective Wilmen'. Before she could even say anything, Jon snatched his phone and shoved it into his back pocket, hoping she didn't read the caller ID. "Who was that?" she asked, now getting up herself. "Nobody." He mumbled, as he splashed water on his face. "Jon why do you have detectives calling you?" Jessimae didn't feel angry; she was more worried as to why he was getting that call. "Jon, please talk to me. Is everything okay?" Jon turned around and faced her. "You'll see sooner or later." He whispered, as he leaned down and pecked her lips quickly before running out of the house. Jessimae was stunned as she touched her lips with her fingers.*what the fuck is wrong with that kid?!...AND WHY IS EVERYONE KISSING ME TONIGHT?!* She screamed in her head.
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"There you are!" Roman yelled, as Jessimae walked back to the garage. Jessimae smiled and wrapped her arms around his torso. "What the hell happened to your lip, baby?" he freaked, just as he was about to kiss her. "Saraya Callihan punched me." She laughed, feeling her swollen lip. "Why the hell would she do that?" Jessimae looked at him with a look as if saying: 'Did you really just ask me that?' "Cause she's a psychotic bitch!" she laughed. "You okay?" he asked, rubbing his thumb over her wound. "I'm fine." She smiled, leaning up and kissing him lightly so she didn't hurt herself. "C'mon, let's have fun and not worry about it. I just got my man back." She stated, jumping up and wrapping her arms around his neck and legs around his torso. Roman loved this. He loved who she was right now. The fact that he can't blame alcohol for her behavior, because she only had two beers made him happy. She was finally stepping out of her shell and being the girl that she was afraid to be because she cared too much about what society thought. He wasn't sure what sprung her out in a matter of a few hours, but hey, it had to happen sometime. His hands were roaming all over her butt and thighs as he pecked soft kisses to her and sat her on the pool table. They both looked over and started laughing hysterically when they noticed Tyler was finally passed out in the garage floor. Roman cracked open two beers for them as they put their foreheads together and got lost in each other's eyes. He didn't want this night to ever end.
