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The slam of the book across from her caused Grace to jump, blinking up at Jeremy with a frown. Anger seemed to be etched across his face constantly this last week and it was wearing thin on her nerves.
"What is it going to take for you to listen to me, G?" The slightest tick over her left eye had him finishing the rest of her name, "Grace?"
Only the friends group she grew up with on the Upper East Side was allowed to call her G. It was their thing and she knew it was just another sore spot between them. Another thing he didn't quite fit into in her world. "I told you before, if I'm studying you can't just come in and start talking. I won't hear you because I'm too focused on my studies."
Jeremy scowled slightly, "You're always studying. And when you're not, your sulking around your apartment. So your friend moved to LA, get over it. It's not like you're dating him. I'm your boyfriend, I had a big game two nights ago, and you didn't show up." He shakes his head paces a couple steps away from the table before moving back towards it, towards her. "When he was in town, you'd ignore my calls and then I'd see you on a Gossip Girl blast with him. Now that he's gone, you just ignore my calls. Why the hell am I even here anymore Grace?"
She runs a hand through her hair, frustrated but not able to argue either. She had ignored Jeremy to hang out with Jude the last couple days he'd been in town and having her best friend in California was hard on her. Especially since they talked less since he moved out there, emails being the primary source of talk and those were far between because of their schedules. "I don't know, Jeremy. Why are you here? Last time I looked, all you've been is pissed at me because god forbid I want to concentrate on school and I'm not my bright, bouncy self because my friend moved clear across the country."
"You're acting like you're in love with the dirty drummer."
"He's not a dirty drummer, he's my best friend." She didn't even remember picking the book up, let alone letting it fly at his head. He nearly didn't duck in time, too stunned that she'd throw something at him. "And maybe I am. Maybe that's what it hurts so much that he's gone. It's not like you ever even give me the chance to miss you...always demanding to know where I am, who I'm with."
Jeremy fumes as he picks up his bag and moves towards the door. "Well I hope the two of you are happy with your transcontinental relationship, because I'm done."
She can't help but blink. They'd really had that fight; the fight that had been building for the last couple weeks, well before Jude ever left. And she'd actually admitted to Jeremy that she loved him, Jude not Jeremy. She felt right saying it, true.
It takes about two minutes before she sinks into her chair again, eyes wide because it's too late. He's already out at Berkley. She runs a hand through her hair before she grabs one of the few hard letter he'd mailed her and heads out the door. The limo takes her to the private airway where the Bass jet sits, waiting for her father's next business trip or Bass family vacation. It doesn't take much to get the pilot to get clearance to fly to LA. Nerves and realization have her in tears by the time she's hailing a cab to drive her to Jude's address, the rain thankfully hiding it as she ponders the part that LA was supposed to be sunnier than New York, not wetter. She's hoping beyond hope that it's not too late, that he doesn't have someone else already.
"What is it going to take for you to listen to me, G?" The slightest tick over her left eye had him finishing the rest of her name, "Grace?"
Only the friends group she grew up with on the Upper East Side was allowed to call her G. It was their thing and she knew it was just another sore spot between them. Another thing he didn't quite fit into in her world. "I told you before, if I'm studying you can't just come in and start talking. I won't hear you because I'm too focused on my studies."
Jeremy scowled slightly, "You're always studying. And when you're not, your sulking around your apartment. So your friend moved to LA, get over it. It's not like you're dating him. I'm your boyfriend, I had a big game two nights ago, and you didn't show up." He shakes his head paces a couple steps away from the table before moving back towards it, towards her. "When he was in town, you'd ignore my calls and then I'd see you on a Gossip Girl blast with him. Now that he's gone, you just ignore my calls. Why the hell am I even here anymore Grace?"
She runs a hand through her hair, frustrated but not able to argue either. She had ignored Jeremy to hang out with Jude the last couple days he'd been in town and having her best friend in California was hard on her. Especially since they talked less since he moved out there, emails being the primary source of talk and those were far between because of their schedules. "I don't know, Jeremy. Why are you here? Last time I looked, all you've been is pissed at me because god forbid I want to concentrate on school and I'm not my bright, bouncy self because my friend moved clear across the country."
"You're acting like you're in love with the dirty drummer."
"He's not a dirty drummer, he's my best friend." She didn't even remember picking the book up, let alone letting it fly at his head. He nearly didn't duck in time, too stunned that she'd throw something at him. "And maybe I am. Maybe that's what it hurts so much that he's gone. It's not like you ever even give me the chance to miss you...always demanding to know where I am, who I'm with."
Jeremy fumes as he picks up his bag and moves towards the door. "Well I hope the two of you are happy with your transcontinental relationship, because I'm done."
She can't help but blink. They'd really had that fight; the fight that had been building for the last couple weeks, well before Jude ever left. And she'd actually admitted to Jeremy that she loved him, Jude not Jeremy. She felt right saying it, true.
It takes about two minutes before she sinks into her chair again, eyes wide because it's too late. He's already out at Berkley. She runs a hand through her hair before she grabs one of the few hard letter he'd mailed her and heads out the door. The limo takes her to the private airway where the Bass jet sits, waiting for her father's next business trip or Bass family vacation. It doesn't take much to get the pilot to get clearance to fly to LA. Nerves and realization have her in tears by the time she's hailing a cab to drive her to Jude's address, the rain thankfully hiding it as she ponders the part that LA was supposed to be sunnier than New York, not wetter. She's hoping beyond hope that it's not too late, that he doesn't have someone else already.