A/N: You guys just keep getting better. Thanks for all your reviews, and everything. I have some bad news though. Mon-Thurs of next week (June 27-30), I'm going to be semi-camping with my family and there won't be Internet access. If I had known I would be leaving I would have written before hand all the chapters I would be missing, and have someone post them for me, but I didn't, and my family doesn't know that I am writing this. My friend Emily is the only one other than the readers on here that knows about this, so I won't be able to write while I'm away. I'll try to post Sunday but I can't be sure. After next week, things will be back on schedule. Thanks for your understanding guys.

So now that that's said, Chapter 13.

Mallory. Mallory Sheeler. Jesse cringed at the memory of her. He had been drunk after being dragged to watch a contest. Being as he was drunk, he agreed to be a participant. He would be one of the guys the winner, a girl, chose from to spend the day with. Mallory had been a contestant in this competition. The wet t-shirt contest, no less.

Mallory won the contest, and got to choose who she wanted to spend the day with. She chose Jesse. Jesse really hadn't cared about the girl, he just wanted to try and get over Rachel. However, that didn't work. He woke up the next morning, hungover and in her bed. He left without even saying goodbye to her. The next time he saw her he feared for his balls. She was crazy, she was so angry that he had pulled an old fuck-and-duck. Jesse was especially frightened when she threatened to beat up his cousin, who lived in Florida, just because she had talked to him. It came down to Jesse giving her a very harsh 'dumping'. Jesse made sure to steer clear of her for the rest of the trip.

"What do you mean, she transferred?" Jesse asked Chance, who just shrugged.

"I mean she went to one school, now she goes here. What the hell else would I mean?"Chance was very concerned for his friend. He knew Mallory meant big trouble from Rachel and Jesse.

"Um.. I need to tell Rachel. Everything. She'd have found out anyway." Jesse ran a hand through his curls.

Chance nodded. "Yeah that would be best."

"Thanks for giving me the warning." Jesse pulled Chance into a hug. Chance wasn't used to people hugging him. He said goodbye and headed back to his dorm, deciding that he liked hugs. He was a hugger. Jesse was like family to him, and that hug really showed it meant something to Jesse that he had warned him. Chance felt rewarded.

"She meant nothing to me Rachel." Jesse stated to the girl pacing before him.

"Yes, but you must have meant something to her. I mean she picked you out of a bunch of guys, and now she just happened to transfer to your school. I leave in the morning and there is nothing I can do to keep her from you! What are we going to do?"

Jesse had to admit, it was odd that Mallory had picked UCLA to transfer to. She lived in Florida, so she didn't do it for the weather, and he faintly remembered her saying she went to FSU on a full scholarship. She was originally from..Montana? He thought. Most people who end up transferring go to a local college for a while, then transfer to somewhere farther away. Jesse didn't know why she would transfer. He just hoped it wasn't for him.

"Rachel, you trust me don't you?" he asked. Rachel's face softened and she went to sit in his lap.

"Of course. I don't trust her. I am a woman after all, I know how they can be." Rachel fiddled with his pant strings. "Is she prettier than me?" she asked in a small voice.

"No. She is pretty but not as pretty as you." he replied.

"Can she sing?"

"Not that I know of." This was the only answer he could give her. He truly didn't know.

"Well. I'd like to meet her." Rachel requested.

"No, no, no, no. We both are staying away from her. That bitc-CHICK!...is crazy." Although Jesse really could only call Mallory a bitch, he quickly changed it to 'chick' when Rachel shot him a look. She hated the reference to women as 'bitches' and thought it completely disrespectful when the term was used.

"Well, then how am I suppose to know how to keep her away?" she asked.

"You don't have to. We can handle her. She probably won't even contact me. I told her off pretty badly last time I saw her. There's no chance that she still wants to be with me." Jesse soothed.

"I hope you're right." she said. Jesse hoped he was too.

Jesse and Rachel both, woke up very early the next morning. Rachel wanted to finish packing, and Jesse wanted to make the most of the time they had together. He took her to get coffee and breakfast. Eventually, though, they made their way to the airport, and make goodbyes. Both had tears in their eyes, and kissed more than necessary. Jesse and Rachel both felt more than emotionally drained after they had parted.

Rachel still felt nervous about leaving Jesse without meeting this Mallory girl. She wanted to tell her that there was nothing that she could do to get in between Jesse and she. However, she didn't get the chance and now he was there and Mallory was there and she wasn't. She still hoped that Jesse was right about her.

Jesse was wrong. His buddies had invited him out for a night of karaoke at a local pub. He had agreed, but had decided that he would only sing if asked. He wasn't in the mood to showboat right now. Chance had said that he found out Mallory was staying on the other side of campus, so they wouldn't run into her at this pub.

So you can imagine the shock on Jesse's face as Mallory ran up and hugged him.

"O-M-G! Jesse St. JAMES! I haven't seen you since..." she jerked her arms from around him, "well, you remember." she scowled. "Why haven't you called me?"

"Umm. Mallory, I thought it made it clear that I don't like you." he said flatly, turning to look at the stage. Chance and bruin harmony sat at the booth behind him. Richie and Chance looked at each other knowingly. Siobhán whipped out her phone and texted Rachel, whom had employed her to make sure things with Mallory didn't get out of hand. Rachel had given strict orders to get violent if necessary with this girl. Siobhán saw now as a chance and asked if she could explaining the situation. Siobhán hated the Irish stereotype that they were drunken fighters, but to be honest, she was. She was a violent drunk, and she was a little tipsy already.

"No you said you made a mistake. I thought you meant that you regretted leaving the way you did." Mallory put a hand on his chest.

"No, Mallory. I meant you. I regret you." he spat.

Mallory's face fell, and tears began to build in her eyes, but were quickly replaced with anger as he continued to speak.

"I'm with someone else now, and I don't think she would appreciate my speaking to you. So, please. Leave. Me. Alone." he finished as he swept by her, and took a seat beside Richie.

Mallory huffed and stomped off.

"Harsh, man." Chance said. Richie nodded, in agreement.

"She just couldn't take them hint, or when I told her politely. She didn't even get it when I told her the mean way!" he rebutted. The boys laughed. "I mean that bitch is craz-"

"Oh my god! Dude, look up on stage." Chance cut him off. Jesse turned his head to see Mallory standing at the mic, staring at him. Pathetic. Jesse thought.

The music started and Jesse sighed exasperated.

Did you forget
That I was even alive
Did you forget
Everything we ever had
Did you forget
Did you forget
About me

She swayed to the music, still staring at him.

Did you regret
Ever standing by my side
Did you forget
What we were feeling inside
Now I'm left to forget
About us

But somewhere we went wrong
We were once so strong
Our love is like a song
You can't forget it

So now I guess
This is where we have to stand
Did you regret
Ever holding my hand
Never again
Please don't forget
Don't forget

Jesse had looked away a while back but he could still feel her eyes boring into his face.

We had it all
We were just about to fall
Even more in love
Than we were before
I won't forget
I won't forget
About us

But somewhere we went wrong
We were once so strong
Our love is like a song
You can't forget it

Somewhere we went wrong
We were once so strong
Our love is like a song
You can't forget it
At all

Now she was standing beside him, crying while she sang.

And at last
All the pictures have been burned
And all the past
Is just a lesson that we've learned
I won't forget
I won't forget us

It was about this time that Jesse realized he was scrutinizing her performance. She was ok. Not good. Not bad. OK.

But somewhere we went wrong
Our love is like a song
But you won't sing along
You've forgotten
About us

Her song ended and she stood waiting for a response from him. He finally looked up from the table at her, grabbed the microphone from her hands and headed to the stage, breaking his one condition, that he wouldn't sing unless asked. He had brushed her off. She was furious and screamed and ran out of the pub.

Jesse leaned over to the DJ and requested his song.

I had visions, I was in them,
I was looking into the mirror
To see a little bit clearer
The rottenness and evil in me

Fingertips have memories,
Mine can't forget the curves of your body
So when I feel a bit naughty
I run it up the flagpole and see who salutes
(But no one ever does)

I'm not sick, but I'm not well
and I'm so hot 'cause I'm in hell

Normally Jesse wouldn't consider singing this song for karaoke. He was a true performer and performer did performances, not karaoke. He did however, like this song, and it managed to get the whole pub up, dancing, and singing along.

Been around the world and found
That only stupid people are breeding
The cretins cloning and feeding
And I don't even own a TV

Put me in the hospital for nerves
And then they had to commit me
You told them all I was crazy
They cut off my legs now I'm an amputee, Goddamn you

I'm not sick, but I'm not well
And I'm so hot cause I'm in hell
I'm not sick, but I'm not well
And it's a sin, to live so well

Jesse ran over to the edge of the stage where his friends were standing, and sing acting out his lyrics. He put on a show like he always did.

I wanna publish 'zines
And rage against machines
I wanna pierce my tongue
It doesn't hurt, it feels fine
The trivial sublime
I'd like to turn off time
And kill my mind
You kill my mind
Mind...

He noticed Mallory come back in and pointed at her this time. This part was for her.

Paranoia, paranoia
Everybody's comin' to get me
Just say you never met me
I'm runnin' underground with the moles
Diggin' holes
Hear the voices in my head
I swear to God it sounds like they're snoring
But if you're bored then you're boring
The agony and the irony, they're killing me, whoa!

I'm not sick, but I'm not well
And I'm so hot cause I'm in hell
I'm not sick, but I'm not well
And it's a sin to live this well

(One, two, three, four!)

Jesse felt sort of like a rock star, which is something he had never wanted to be, and found that he loved it. His performance ended and the whole pub erupted into claps, cheers, and whistles. All except one were praising Jesse. Mallory sat in the back crying.

A/N: Very much a Jesse Chapter. Sorry I skimmed over their departure. I didn't want this to run too too long, and felt the latter part was more important. But I may flashback to it later. P.S. I didn't mean to make Jesse a dick in this chapter, but it had to be done. Sometimes that is the only way to deal with people...like Mallory.

Songs Used this Chapter:

Don't Forget -Demi Lovato

Flagpole Sitta-Harvey Danger

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