CHAPTER THREE
A/N: This chapter is only short but it felt necessary to add to the plot. Enjoy!
JESS' POV
Jess was left stood confused at her bedroom door after Nick had panic moonwalked away. He only does that when he's nervous, I couldn't have scared him that much. I didn't mean to snap. She exhaled and headed to the bathroom for her shower, marking could wait. It was days like this that she wished that not just Winston had agreed on installing a bath, it was bad enough just sharing a bathroom at times. Schmidt's lotions virtually filled every free surface. That is one well groomed man, not like Nick, but I like that about Nick. There she was, thinking about him again. She shook the thought of him from her head and stepped into the switched off shower before getting undressed and dumping her clothes on the other side of the shower curtain.
"Just forget about him." Jess hadn't meant to say it out loud but nobody was around to hear so she didn't stop. The shower clicked on when she pressed the button releasing a jet of warm water which she walked into. Tilting her head back she let the water stream down her face and wash away most of her stress.
"You do not like him. Sure he is the kind of rugged hansom that you like, with his body hair and his cute cookie pooch stomach. That doesn't mean you like him." She reached for her bottle of strawberry scented shampoo, squeezed some into her hand and massaged into her tangle of hair. "Just because you think about him a lot during the day and when you're feeling twirly doesn't mean anything either." She rinsed the shampoo out of her hair and proceeded to condition. "You can't like him like that. It would just mess things up." Jess sighed. "Nick Miller what have you done to my mind."
The clanking of plastic bottles hitting the floor quickly pulled her out of her thoughts, someone was in the bathroom. Oh no. She yanked the shower curtain around her body and peaked out to see who it was but they had already fled the scene. They heard, they must have heard. Oh no. She finished her shower then retreated back to her room closing the door firmly behind her. Who was it? She couldn't face seeing them, not if one of them knew. But there's nothing to know, I don't like Nick. Do I? Jess got changed into her flannel pyjamas and brought some of her student's books onto her bed to mark. What I need right now is a distraction, marking books is perfect for the job.
After two hours had passed she couldn't concentrate anymore, thoughts of Nick were swirling around her head and the events from earlier that night. Who was in the bathroom, who heard? Everything was going wrong; she had to find out who it was, but how? She'd worry about that tomorrow. I have to sleep. Jess checked the batteries in her alarm clock and climbed into bed, hopefully her dreams would be Nick free. I'd be surprised.