Yes, this chapter is short. And, no, it's not because I'm lazy. This is for dramatic affect. I'm a girl. It's in my genetic code to be this dramatic. So deal, dudes.
Chapter 19
Jess walked angrily up the stairs to his old room (sorta). His breathing was heavy and his teeth gritting. He slammed the door loudly behind him, the glass threatening to break. He'd never felt this before. Such... anger. He'd always been angry, but this was different – overwhelming. His breathing didn't grow lighter and he ran his rough fingers through his not-yet-gelled hair, gripping it into fists.
He walked in slow, pacing circles, contemplating what just happened... how close he got... and how much he lost... Then he punched the wall. It made a well expected thud, and then he buckled over in pain, gripping his now throbbing hand. "Geez..." He breathed, annoyed at how stupidly cliche he was acting.
He didn't like this.
He didn't like how he was acting and what he was doing. Jess knew himself; flaws and all, but he sure as hell knew he wasn't this. He loved Rory, and he had said that he wouldn't leave this time. But he knew himself. He knew he couldn't just sit around and wait around for Rory to make an ass out of him.
This wasn't him.
And he knew that. And when he thought about the possibility of feeling this horrible, angry humiliation deep in his gut, he thought he couldn't handle it.
He just couldn't.