Jessica Pierce should have expected this. Sooner or later, at least, someone was going to scream at her. She just… hadn’t expected it to be Dorian DeLoughrey. No - she really had just expected him to stay p^ssed in silence. Maybe a few crude remarks as he had been doing over the past few hours or so. But a complete outburst? No, she hadn’t expected that. So instead of saying anything; Jessica just stood there - watching him from where she was standing as he screamed. From telling her to shut up, to telling her that she was in ‘America’ and she needed to use the correct lingo. An Ignorant b@stard he was.
In any usual situation, Jessica would have defended herself to the death. And she had, in the past. Her arguments were known around London - even arguing with the Prime Minister about a few of his past actions that hurt the public. Though she wasn’t an idiot - she made her points and backed them up with proof. But right now, the only reason she had to why she did what she did - she couldn’t tell Dorian. Not that she would want to with the way he was acting anyways. So, instead of arguing with him, Jessica stayed eerily quiet. Though she couldn’t help but roll her eyes at his ‘stop looking at me like that comment,’ a scoff leaving her lips. “What? With disappointment?” Jess mumbled under her breath. Because, in all honesty, she was dissapointed. Disappointed that a guy she used to consider her best friend turned out like… like that. Like a f*cking assh0le.
And then, THEN he had the AUDACITY to blame her for being in here. Really? God, he was way over his head and giving himself a little too much credit. But what really hurt her was when he said “And after four years you think you can come back just like that and act as nothing happened?” her eyes fluttering closed, attempting to hide how hurt she felt, as he continued yelling, talking about how she should call Dan. She stayed like that, for a while. No longer listening to what he was saying as her mind was trying to calm herself down before she did something she regret. But it didn’t help. Her eyes opened slowly as she met Dorian’s eyes once more, soon walking over to where he was leaning against the bars.
“You have no right,” Jessica mumbled, “To ever talk to me like that.” She stated, her voice full of emotional strife. She was completely p^ssed and that much anyone could see. With that, Jessica couldn’t help but push the idiot, anger seething from her voice. “You can be as p^ssed off as you want at me Dorian, hate me I don’t bloody care anymore. But don’t you ever pretend like it’s not hard for me to be here. I’m pretending? Really? You really bloody think I’m pretending like I didn’t leave for four years. God Dorian. How dense are you? Do you think I actually want to be here where almost everyone hates my guts? Including you?” Jessica yelled pushing him again - though she doubted it was doing anything to the idiot.
“And you. Out of everyone who bloody hates me, you really have the audacity? After you were the only f*cking person that I called that night, which clearly was a bloodly mistake I-…” Jess mumbled putting her hands through her hair, realizing what she had said - something she’d tried to forget about over the last four years. “You know what, just forget about all of it Dorian. It doesn’t even matter anymore, it’s not like you cared then and I doubt you give a sh!t now. The minute we get out of here, we can go back to never talking again okay?” Jess mumbled, walking away from him as she went towards the doors. “Do you mind if I get my call now?” Jess questioned the officer, not even looking back at Dorian as she physically couldn’t without slapping the as$hole, which she was really trying to avoid. A small breath of relief left her lips as the officer opened the door and escorted Jessica to the old 90s phone that they were allowed to use.
“Ten minutes”
Jess nodded, looking at the dial-up as she tried to figure out who to call. Sure, she could do as Dorian said and call Dan but she’d learned her lesson there. So instead, she called the one person who could honestly make her feel better no matter what was going on - his phone number having been memorized since the moment she put it into her phone.
Andy McAllister. A sigh left her lips when the device told her to state her full name so the person on the other end could “decide” to pick up or not. Instead, though, Jessica stated. “I swear to god McNugget if you don’t pick up” as she waited, still attempting to come down from the yelling fest she had just had.
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