She's been going on two years with Sam. They live together in a cramped apartment that they are somehow able to afford. Theirs is a relationship of give and take. Certain topics are forbidden--his family, her hellish years in high school--and together, hand in hand, they navigate this relationship carefully. Sam has secrets hidden behind those hazel eyes that she fell in love with. She accepts this and knows that everyone has secrets--Lord knows she does--but the one thing she cannot accept is lying.
She's done the whole song and dance with a lying boyfriend before. It led to her finding her douche of an ex in their bed with some brunette he picked up at a bar across town. That night, as her heart shattered into a thousand pieces, and she learned to give up on notions of true love conquering all, she swore she would never tolerate another lying boy again.
Enter Sam Winchester. Dreamy, tall, shy and just polite. She actually had to go after him since he was much too shy to approach her. Their first date had been when she bought him a frozen yogurt and stolen one of his textbooks and threatened to pour said frozen yogurt on said textbook unless he got out of the library and got some air with her. A little drastic, maybe, but it had worked. Now she and Sam were inseparable. She really thought he was the one if such a concept existed.
Except now he was lying to her. Badly.
She's noticed the odd books that have slowly taken over their apartment. A book about some sort of medieval monster here. Latin texts there. They're for school, he tells her, but she knows his schedule and pre-law has nothing to do with monsters. His laptop now has a password on it, which, is something that he's never had before. I just want to make sure everything stays secure. I'll give you the password soon. He stays up, flipping through pages of these weird, old, faded books and he's still awake when she gets up the next morning. He sleeps on the couch now. I don't want to keep you up, babe.
But the worst part are the phone calls that come in the dead of the night. His ringtone will pierce the silence and wake her. She'll head downstairs to check on Sam, but just when she's about to ask him who is on the phone, he goes outside to take the call. He's never done that before either.
So, Jessica forces herself to take a deep breath and when they are eating breakfast a week after the weird behavior starts, she asks him, "Sam, what's going on?"
He hesitates before taking a bite of his cereal, "Nothing, Jess."
He's lying. She knows it. He's never lied to her before and she'll be damned if she lets this go.
"Sam, you can tell me. I mean, first the books, and then the phone calls and the password on the computer--"
"It doesn't concern you, Jess, okay?" He snaps, voice venomous and she recoils from the force of it.
He's never talked to her that way before.
Immediately, Sam's expression grows sorrowful and he reaches for her, "Jess, I'm sorry, baby, just--"
But Jess has already grabbed her purse and she is gone, gone, gone.
"Well," Lauren, her old roommate, bites her ruby red lip nervously, "It seems obvious, Jess. He's cheating on you." She grips Jess' hand within her own, trying to offer her some support, but Jess doesn't want to hear it. Her heart is slowly, painfully, tearing in half and she knows this time it's it, she's not going to survive this heartbreak.
"I know," Jess whispers and she presses clammy hands against her flushed cheeks and tries to breathe as the room spins around her, "I know, I just can't believe it."
"Sam seemed like such a good guy too." Lauren laments softly. "Look, you want me to talk to him? Or Brady? I'm sure we can get to the bottom of this--"
"No," Jess interrupts softly, resolving to take control of the situation, "No, I'll talk to him."
As Lauren holds open the door for her, her old roommate whispers, "Call if you need me. Be strong."
Jess just forces a tight smile on her lips and she begins to head home.
Filled: Take My Heart (And Please Don't Break It) 1/2
She's been going on two years with Sam. They live together in a cramped apartment that they are somehow able to afford. Theirs is a relationship of give and take. Certain topics are forbidden--his family, her hellish years in high school--and together, hand in hand, they navigate this relationship carefully. Sam has secrets hidden behind those hazel eyes that she fell in love with. She accepts this and knows that everyone has secrets--Lord knows she does--but the one thing she cannot accept is lying.
She's done the whole song and dance with a lying boyfriend before. It led to her finding her douche of an ex in their bed with some brunette he picked up at a bar across town. That night, as her heart shattered into a thousand pieces, and she learned to give up on notions of true love conquering all, she swore she would never tolerate another lying boy again.
Enter Sam Winchester. Dreamy, tall, shy and just polite. She actually had to go after him since he was much too shy to approach her. Their first date had been when she bought him a frozen yogurt and stolen one of his textbooks and threatened to pour said frozen yogurt on said textbook unless he got out of the library and got some air with her. A little drastic, maybe, but it had worked. Now she and Sam were inseparable. She really thought he was the one if such a concept existed.
Except now he was lying to her. Badly.
She's noticed the odd books that have slowly taken over their apartment. A book about some sort of medieval monster here. Latin texts there. They're for school, he tells her, but she knows his schedule and pre-law has nothing to do with monsters. His laptop now has a password on it, which, is something that he's never had before. I just want to make sure everything stays secure. I'll give you the password soon. He stays up, flipping through pages of these weird, old, faded books and he's still awake when she gets up the next morning. He sleeps on the couch now. I don't want to keep you up, babe.
But the worst part are the phone calls that come in the dead of the night. His ringtone will pierce the silence and wake her. She'll head downstairs to check on Sam, but just when she's about to ask him who is on the phone, he goes outside to take the call. He's never done that before either.
So, Jessica forces herself to take a deep breath and when they are eating breakfast a week after the weird behavior starts, she asks him, "Sam, what's going on?"
He hesitates before taking a bite of his cereal, "Nothing, Jess."
He's lying. She knows it. He's never lied to her before and she'll be damned if she lets this go.
"Sam, you can tell me. I mean, first the books, and then the phone calls and the password on the computer--"
"It doesn't concern you, Jess, okay?" He snaps, voice venomous and she recoils from the force of it.
He's never talked to her that way before.
Immediately, Sam's expression grows sorrowful and he reaches for her, "Jess, I'm sorry, baby, just--"
But Jess has already grabbed her purse and she is gone, gone, gone.
"Well," Lauren, her old roommate, bites her ruby red lip nervously, "It seems obvious, Jess. He's cheating on you." She grips Jess' hand within her own, trying to offer her some support, but Jess doesn't want to hear it. Her heart is slowly, painfully, tearing in half and she knows this time it's it, she's not going to survive this heartbreak.
"I know," Jess whispers and she presses clammy hands against her flushed cheeks and tries to breathe as the room spins around her, "I know, I just can't believe it."
"Sam seemed like such a good guy too." Lauren laments softly. "Look, you want me to talk to him? Or Brady? I'm sure we can get to the bottom of this--"
"No," Jess interrupts softly, resolving to take control of the situation, "No, I'll talk to him."
As Lauren holds open the door for her, her old roommate whispers, "Call if you need me. Be strong."
Jess just forces a tight smile on her lips and she begins to head home.
It's time to end this.