27Jessie
Prologue – Undone
If you want to destroy my sweater
Hold this thread as I walk away
Watch me unravel, I'll soon be naked
Lying on the floor (lying on the floor)
I've come undone
(Weezer)
College is such a drag. Especially right at this moment that I'm standing before my professor accusing me of something that can get me kicked out of college. Cheating.
"I don't find it plausible Miss Emerson that you could do this well on your exam. Your papers were; how can I put it? Mediocre at best and the fact that you received such a high—"
I cut the jerk off before he could give me yet another reason why I received a perfect score for a test I studied for. I studied for two weeks straight, only stopping to alternate studying for another class and this dude has the balls to tell me I cheated, because I did so well?
"Professor Travers," I said pretty pissed off. "I have always done my best. Writing just isn't my thing; I want to be a doctor not a novelist. I have worked really hard to get to the point I have excelled to. I can only assume that this problem you have with me has nothing to do with the class at all and has more to do with the fact that I wouldn't sleep with you to get the grade and got it all on my own."
He was such an ass. He was hot. Oh he was a sexy twenty-six year old fresh out of college himself and all the people who thought a twenty-six year old man was driven by the head on his shoulders they were sadly mistaken.
"Most would have gladly taken up the offer." Professor Travers grumbled. "So you can obviously see why, I am unsure that you have excelled on your own and without and help."
Because I am, evidently, completely incapable of this on my own. "I'm sure that the Dean would be really interested that, you, a professor here at his college here in Luna Bay would offer a deal that if she slept with him, she would ace the class."
The color drained from his face. "Jessie, you wouldn't do that." He said in an angry strained voice.
"If you don't drop this Professor I will take it to him and see if he finds it as innocent as you are trying to make it out as." I threatened.
I gathered my purse and my book and stormed out of the lecture room.
My cell buzzed in my back pocket, when I made it out of there and I slid my hand into it pulling my phone out and slid it open before even reading the name.
"So…have you finished fucking with poor Professor Travers?" My best girl Ry giggled into the phone. Riley has made too many jokes about my really horny professor.
"Could you rephrase that in a way that doesn't make me want to puke? Castrate him, maybe, but fuck him, only in his dreams."
"I assume you put him in his place, then?" Ry asked.
I laughed, "He thought he could get me kicked out for not doing him, but accusing me of cheating. I just subtly mentioned doing something that would get him fired, so I think he won't be bothering me."
"You go girl!" Ry chuckled.
I shrugged as I reached my baby. My blue Mini Cooper S Sport with white racing stripes. I tossed my things into the back seat and started to my place.
"So what kinda trouble have you gotten into Riles?" I asked.
She laughed. "You know me too well. Hey, you're taking that tight ass of yours to a party with me tonight." She demanded.
"Haven't been to a party in ages. I can hardly remember what it was like," I said in a ditzy voice.
I said my goodbyes to Ry and got home and put on a black tube top, a jean mini skirt, and my knee high black flat boots – me and heels have had a pretty gruesome history so we steer clear of one another. I messed with my shoulder length curly hair and put on a pair of silver hoop ear rings.
I picked up Ry and she hopped in cheerfully. "Hey, doll. Always so sexy, no wonder why your professor wanted to fuck you senseless." She laughed at my expense and I rolled my eyes and shook my head.
She gave me the directions and since I lived here for about four years now I knew my way. "So how'd you find out about this party?" I asked Ry.
She shrugged. "When a hot guy asks you to come to a party he's having would you say no?" Ry asked.
"Okay so if there's a vampire that tries to sink his teeth into me I know that it's all worth it because my friend swoons over any hot guy she sees." I teased.
"Oh, honey, you won't be blaming me, you'll be thanking me. Plus I'm sure that any guy would wanna sink his teeth into you since you look so damn delicious." Ry said.
"Oh, they're not the only ones, Ry. You know you want me." I laughed.
"Ugh, to bad you don't swing my way." Ry groaned.
"Sad that I'm straight, huh?" I teased.
"I like variety, okay." Ry said in a mock defensive voice.
I parked and we both headed toward the party. She was swallowed into the crowd really quickly. I just rolled my eyes.
There were plenty of guys that looked my way, but none that really were what I was looking for. I had a taste for trouble and the guys that looked my way looked too, harmless. I want danger.
I maneuvered my way through the gyrating bodies and down a path that made it to the beach. Funny, I live right on the beach and I still can't get enough of the beach. I sat down in the sand and just stared out at the restless ocean. Kinda like I was.
"Hey," someone said from behind me. I jumped a little and rolled my head back to see who it was. Nobody I knew, just some guy. He was hot, but not sure how I should rate him as something I wanted.
"Hey." I said and looked back at the ocean.
"Most people come to a party to get wasted, dance, and get laid. But you're just sitting out here watching the waves." He chuckled.
"I don't like doing the expected. I'm Jessie, by the way." I told him.
"Kyle."
"So Kyle, any reason you followed me out onto the beach?" I tilted my head to the side to look at him where he sat.
"Curiosity."
"Curiosity kills people you know." I said.
"I thought it killed the cat?" Kyle asked.
"Well if people do, what the dumb cat does, they're likely to have the same fate." I said standing up.
"Is that right," Kyle asked.
"Mhm," I said and pulled my tube top over my head.
"What are you doing?" Kyle asked obviously liking the view as I slid down my skirt leaving me in my black strapless bra and black boy shorts.
"Living in the moment," I said pulling off one boot. "Because if I'm gonna die tomorrow I wanna know that I lived as much as I could while I had the time." And I pulled off the other.
I walked down the beach and into the water and dove in deeper. I swam over the surface like I had at my many swim meets until the ache in my shoulder became unbearable.
I'm not supposed to swim like this. I'm not supposed to push myself, but ever since the accident when I snapped my collarbone and ruined my chances of being an Olympic swimmer, I pushed myself for the sole reason they said I shouldn't.
I've been doing this more and more. The pain kinda makes me feel better. It helps with the thought that my parents died in a fucking car crash. That my brother, Chris, got kicked off his surfing circuit and that he won't give my baby sister, Nicole, enough room to breathe.
I've been undone for a hell of a long time. I'm gonna pull it together for my girl, Nicole, I'm four years older than her but we get each other better than anyone else.
I've fallen apart. I've beaten myself up about being a horrible daughter and for not visiting the 'rents in nearly four years. I've blamed myself for not being there for my little brother and baby sister when they found out what happened to mom and dad.
I doubled back to the shore and shifted my bra and panties so the covered what I didn't care to show to a complete stranger. I sauntered up the beach and ran my hands through my soaked hair.
"You're still here, huh?" I asked to the dude with his ass still in the same place.
"It was a great show." Kyle said with smirk.
I pulled my clothes on over my damp body, slipped my feet into my boots, and squeezed the water from my curly brunette locks.
"You haven't seen nothin'." I teased and laughed.
"Yeah?" He asked playfully.
"Let me ask you this, are you dangerous, Kyle?" I asked with a serious look on my face. He looked confused until I bit my lip and my expression melted into a smile.
"That depends," he smirked.
"Then there's a chance you might see more of me. Every girl wants a bad boy. One dude that keeps life interesting and keeps her on edge wanting to taste more." I smiled as I walked backward and finally turned around and headed back to the party.
I pulled a very wasted Ry off some dude that didn't look all that pleased. I sat her in my car.
I drove home and dumped Ry into my guest room because she obviously was way too wasted to even make it up the front stairs into her place. Plus I'm not leaving her all alone in her house when she's like this.
I stripped down and change into a pair of boy shorts and a baby blue tank top and lay in my bed.
Nicole and Chris are coming to live with me in about six months once Nicole finished high school.
And Aunt Jillian wasn't all that thrilled that I was having them stay with me rather than take up another one of her properties that even a crack head wouldn't stay in. I fixed up my place, well my friend Kevin who happened to be a carpenter did and was relatively cheep, so my place is pretty damn nice.
I wanna give my brother and sister a chance to not be so confined where they are. Where all the bad crap happened and all the bad memories are.
I wanna give them a change of scenery. I don't want them to come undone like I had.
I just never thought that bringing them here would jeopardize my life and theirs and our humanity. I was always, a live in the moment while you have it kind of girl; I never thought that could be my fatal flaw. But honestly could you really blame for not seeing this coming they were a bunch a motorcycle riding surfers?! How would I have ever predicted that they were vampires?
Author's Note: Review if you wish me to continue this story and as for what Jessie looks like, I have a Character Link on my profile so if you're curious about what she looks like check it out.