Thanks so much for the reviews! You guys are great! Here is another short chapter, I'm sorry I would make it longer but I don't know when I'll be able to get another one out.
"What are you doing here?"
I didn't mean to say it so cold and condescending. There is just so much frustration built up in me that I don't know what, or who, to take it out on. She searches my face with a confused expression gracing hers.
"Why did you do it?" She's glaring at me now and its so forceful that I find myself looking away from her. If I was being perfectly honest, I didn't know how to answer this question. I had been asking myself the same thing all throughout the day.
"Why do you care? It's none of you business anyway," I really wanted to get out of this situation quickly.
"I'm the one who consoled Rachel after your little performance today. I'm the one who had to hug her while she sobbed into my shoulder. I picked up the pieces you left of her. So I think I have the right to know why you did this. Sure, I'm pissed you screwed over New Directions, but thats nothing compared to the hurt Rachel feels. You know, unlike a lot of the other glee members, I truly thought that you loved her. I guess I was wrong."
After her rant, I felt like my head was going to explode. As well as my heart. I swallowed thickly, at a loss of words about what to say. Quinn turns from me to leave, and I open my mouth. But nothing comes out. Why can't I just say it?
But you were right! I do love her, so much.
As Quinn reaches her car door, she turns to face me once again. It's almost as if she is pleading me to call her back over here, tell her I was wrong. At that moment, the doors behind me open with my teammates flooding out. I disconnect my eyes from hers for only a second, but its enough to make her get in the car. I watch as she drives off, and I can't help but wish I was going with her.
Soon, when I am the only one left in the parking lot, I slowly trudge my way to my Range Rover. Before I put the key in ignition, I take a deep breath allowing Quinn's words to swallow me whole. And as I sit, I finally allow the long-held tears to line my face.
It was hard to believe that just a few days ago, Jesse was in her room. We were so happy. As I stared at the space across from where I was laying on my bed, I couldn't help but feel empty inside. Jesse should be laying there beside me. Holding my hand and whispering loving words into my ear. But no, that space was instead occupied by a dozen tissues that were used as she cried over him.
Rachel was broken from her reverie by a soft knock on her bedroom door,
"Sweetheart, do you want anything? Your father and I are going to run and pick up some carry-out from Breadstix."
"Thank you Daddy, but no," I said through muffled cries. I had by back facing him, so when I felt him lightly sit upon my bed and rest a hand on my arm, I flinched.
"Rachel, baby, please tell us what's wrong. We are worried sick about you. Is this about a boy?" he whispers.
"No," I say flatly. I immediately picture Jesse in my mind, resulting in another wave of fresh tears.
"Then what is it? I've never seen you so upset. Your father and I are used to our little energizer bunny," he says this with a slight chuckle to his voice. I laugh and hug him tightly. "Aha, now I'm seeing some of my Rachel."
"I'm just going through some of the normal high school woes Daddy. Fights with friends, disputes over songs, nothing that can't be fixed in a few days," I say lightly, putting my flawless acting on full display.
"Well, okay. But I don't like to see you upset honey, so if this persists I want you to talk to me or your dad. You promise?"
"I promise. I love you."
"Love you too, sweetie." He kisses me before shutting my door and descending the stairs. As I close my eyes, my thoughts are once again consumed by one Jesse St. James.
Alone. That is all I felt when I walked into my house after driving home from practice. When I went to McKinley I usually hung out with Rachel after glee practice or had my uncle to come home to. Now that I've come back to Carmel, their was just emptiness. My parents were still in Bali. They extended there stay because they didn't see a need to come back so soon. Sure, I never really got along with my parents to begin with, but that doesn't mean I don't need them.
I quickly undress, jumping into the shower. I thought it would be a way to relax and release some tension, but I was wrong. As the hot water poured across the contours of my body, I was consumed with thoughts of Rachel. I can't bear the thought that she might think I never loved her. She has to know that it became real to me, even though it originally was part of a plan. God, if it wasn't for Shelby this never would have happened. I probably never would have met Rachel and my life would be great right now. Nationals would be the only thing on my mind.
But I can't help but feel a sense of thankfulness towards Shelby because of my introduction to Rachel. I never thought I would find someone so compatible to me. She is everything I could imagine my better half would be. Talented, beautiful, funny...
I turn the shower off. This is ridiculous. Why the hell am I here? I need to talk to her and explain everything, it's not too late. I get dressed with lightning speed and race down the stairs, grabbing my keys in the process. But as I open the door, I see not one, but two Range Rovers in my driveway. Giselle, Peter, Lauren, and James all jump out and start to walk towards me.
It's safe to say I have never been more pissed to see my teammates in my entire life.
"What?"
I said it harshly, they need to know that I'm not in the mood for this.
"Well hello to you to, Jesse."
I turn and lock the door to my house.
"What do you guys want, Giselle? I don't have time for this, I have somewhere I need to go and your blocking my way out."
"We need to talk about what happened after practice today. What the hell was that anyway?"
I sigh. "It's been a really long day, so can you please move so I can get out?"
"This isn't okay, Jesse. You aren't acting like yourself. It's not acceptable Vocal Adrenaline behavior. Most of us agreed on the egging of Berry, so eight of us are gonna do it tomorrow. But we need your help."
I must have had fume blowing from my ears, I was so angry. I stepped up and eyed all four of them.
"I said no. I'm the captain, therefore, I choose what we do and don't do. And if you do this behind my back, I'll make sure none of you can compete at Regionals. You all will get kicked off the team."
"You can't do that! You think your such hot shit because Shelby favors you, well guess what Jesse you don't own this team!"
"Yeah, Shelby does. And when she finds out that you've egged Rachel Berry, she will show no remorse in kicking each and every one of your asses out of Vocal Adrenaline."
"Why would you tell? That would mean that your Regionals title is gone without us."
"Sorry to break it to you Giselle, but we have plenty of members to make up a team without eight of you. Your presence isn't really needed."
Her jaw was clenched and I was surprised she didn't slap me. She should know by now that getting in a fight with me isn't a smart idea. I always win.
"Now will you please move your car out of my fucking driveway?"