Log: Bailey and Jack
Who: Jack and Bailey
When: Sunday October 9, 2011
Where: Campus
What: A talk
Bailey wasn’t going to seek Jack out, she decided. If she ran into him, she ran into him. If she didn’t, it might be better. She’d gotten over what Shay had almost done - or, at least, she was almost over what Shay had almost done - and bringing it back up just made her usually cool temperament flare up. They’d worked things out for the most part. Bailey was never going to tell anyone about them ever again, at least not without talking to Shay first and Shay was going to keep all her kisses and almost-kisses for Bailey and Bailey only.
Still, she was kind of sort of on the lookout for Jack on the off chance they crossed paths and when she finally ran across him, she almost turned around and walked the other way. Instead, she put on her best blank face and tried to walk past him without him noticing her.
“Hey there, sunshine,” Jack called out as he spotted Bailey walking towards him. He immediately turned on foot so they were going in the same direction. “I had the most interesting encounter the other night.”
Bailey scoffed. “I heard,” she muttered under her breath, picking up her pace. Now that Jack was here, she didn’t want him to be.
“Hey, what’s wrong?” Jack jogged back up to her to keep pace. “Listen, I didn’t know she was your girl when I kissed her. And it was barely a kiss. It was a peck, really. A brush of lips. If I had known she was yours, I only would have hit her up for a threeway.”
That made Bailey pause. “Hold on,” she said slowly. “Did you kiss or did you not kiss?” Shay had used the word ‘almost’ and that was pretty much the only thing that held Bailey together.
“I told you. Just a peck. Before I even knew who she was...” Jack’s eyebrows furrowed. “Well, there was one after. I didn’t really get it. Maybe she gay panicked. But, I mean, she already knows she’s gay, so that doesn’t really make sense.”
Bailey shook her head and started walking faster. She really didn’t know what to do. She wanted to be angry at Jack, but she knew it wasn’t really his fault. It was hers. She cornered Shay into a position where she felt trapped and if Bailey hadn’t said anything to Jack, it might have never happened. Though, what the hell was Jack doing, trying to kiss someone he didn’t even know? She turned and pushed him, breaking his stride. “Do you just go around kissing girls without knowing anything about them?”
“Woah,” Jack mumbled, stumbling back a bit. “Yes? You meet the nicest ladies that way, you know.”
“You get a lot of people in trouble that way,” she said coldly. “And you make a lot of people angry.”
“Well... I’m sorry,” he offered feebly. He didn’t do well with people who were legitimately mad at him. “I really didn’t know she was your girlfriend. She’s, uh... really pretty. Good job.”
“Good job?” she repeated in disbelief. “Good job? I really, really want to punch you. So it hurts.” She shook her head. “But I’m kind of a pacifist. So you’re very, very lucky.” She knew being mad at him wasn’t going to solve her problems with Shay, but yelling made her feel better.
“You can punch me if you want.” Jack ran a hand through his hair and sighed. “But I really didn’t know.”
Bailey sighed back at him. “I’m not going to hit you,” she said miserably.
“Tell you what, I’ll give you a reason to.” Jack stepped close to Bailey and slid his arms around her waist and down to her ass. “Hit me.”
She brought her arms up and tried to push him back. “Let go.”
Jack smirked and held her tighter to him, which was not something he minded one bit. “Nah,” he said, leaning down to kiss her neck. “I’d rather not.”
“Jack,” she said, her teeth gritted. “Let. Me. Go.”
“I wonder if your girlfriend would mind if I gave you a hickey...”
Bailey’s hands moved before she could stop herself. One hit him hard in the center of the chest, pushing him back while the other came across his cheek. She took a step back as his hold on her slackened, breathing hard, her hand stinging.
Jack stepped away from Bailey after the smack, his hand coming up to rub his cheek. He cleared his throat and looked down. “Feel better?”
“No,” she mumbled, shoving her hand into the pocket of her sweater. “I feel worse now, for hitting you.”
“Well, don’t. It barely hurt.” Lie. It stung like a bitch. “And I deserved it.” Lie. He totally didn’t do anything wrong. “I just don’t want you to be mad about something I didn’t know I was doing.”
Bailey sighed again, starting to walk again, but slower this time, so he could walk next to her. “Next time, don’t kiss my girlfriend,” she said. “Actually, next time? Don’t kiss a girl without finding out if she’s seeing someone first. Because they might put their fist in your face. And you do have a pretty-ish face. Your mother would probably hate to see it ruined.” She gave him a small, hesitant smile.
“It is pretty-ish, isn’t it? And she did tell me that she had a prince waiting for her. But it wasn’t like anything was gonna happen. Really. And what about our threeway? Can I kiss her then?”
Bailey let out a laugh despite herself. “No. Because we’re not having a threeway. You’re not getting anywhere near her mouth. Any part of you.”
“What about my mouth getting acquainted with other parts of her body then?” Jack asked, smiling a little as the mood lightened. “I swear I wasn’t lying when I said I gave great head. Or do you not want me to show you up?”
“Shut up.” Bailey shook her head. “No threeway. Find someone else to have one with. Shay’s mine, I’m hers and there’s no room for anyone else.”
“So, maybe in a little while?” Jack asked. “Because if the dating thing doesn’t work out, I’m gonna need some serious TLC.”
Bailey perked up a little. “When is the date? What’re you gonna do? Where’re you gonna go? She seems like a... classy girl.”
“The date is when... she has time, I guess. I don’t think I’m at the top of her priority list, to be honest.” Jack shrugged, even though he was kind of disappointed. “Don’t know what I’ll do. I’ll think of something.”
“Oh, come on. You have to be romantic. Or spontaneous.” She smiled. “I pretty much pulled Shay onto a bus, made her look out a window and told her to tell me when she wanted to stop. She picked a farmer’s market. Maybe you could try that?”
Jack shrugged again. “I know how to be romantic and spontaneous. It just has to... hit me. Spontaneously. That’s all.”
Bailey raised an eyebrow. “Right. Because that makes sense. Listen, just do something nice. She’d like that. All girls like that.”
“I told you, I have it covered,” Jack said. “I’ll think of something.”
“No kissing her before the end of the date, either,” Bailey said. “It’s more romantic that way.”
“I feel like Santana Lopez isn’t all that into dating formalities.”
“And Shay wasn’t into spontaneity, but I’m working on it.”
“Well, I plan on treating her very girlfriend-like if she wants to my girlfriend. If she doesn’t, what are you gonna do?” Jack looked around before pulling out a cigarette and lighting it.
Bailey batted at the smoke as it billowed around her. “Those things are going to kill you before you even take her out.”
“It’ll save me the heartbreak then,” he smirked, taking a drag and blowing the smoke away from her.
She watched him smoke for a minute, debating if she should ask if she could try. Smoking had always seemed really cool, but back home, no one really smoked cigarettes. It slowed you down in the water. “Anyway,” she said. “Maybe you’ll break her heart. You never know.”
“I resent that. Just because I fool around with a lot of girls doesn’t mean I’m an ass to them. I make them feel special.” Jack took another drag. “‘Sides, she’s kinda the girl for me.”
“The girl, huh?” Bailey reached over and took the cigarette from him, holding it between her fingers for a moment before handing it back.
Jack stared at her as she took the cigarette from his hand and then gave it back. “Uh, yeah... did you want to inspect that, or something? It’s just a smoke.”
“I was just looking,” she said defensively. “That’s all.”
“Ooookay,” Jack said slowly. “Find anything of interest.”
“How do you smoke it?” she asked, biting her lip. “I mean, I get the logistics. But... how?”
His eyebrows furrowed. “I don’t really get what you mean.”
“Like...” Bailey sighed, biting her lip. Her dad was against smoking, her mom was against it and she was pretty sure Shay wouldn’t like it. “Can you teach me how to smoke it?”
“Your girlfriend would kill me,” Jack replied with a shake of his head.
Bailey nodded. “I know she would. But... you owe me.”
“Cigarettes are barely worth smoking, if I’m gonna teach you anything, it’ll be how to smoke a joint. At least you’ll get something out of that other than a bad habit.” Jack flicked the end of his smoke, watching the ash fall to the ground.
“Fine,” Bailey said, crossing her arms over her chest. “Don’t teach me. I don’t want to learn from you anyway.”
Jack laughed and pinched Bailey’s cheek. “It tastes like shit and it’s, what did you say? Oh right, horrible for you. I’ll teach you something else.”
She ducked his hand, smiling a little. She was almost at the library. “Listen, next time you’re alone with my girlfriend? Hands to yourself. Anytime you’re with my girlfriend, alone or not? Keep your body parts, hands, mouth, anything. Off. Got it?”
“Until our threeway,” Jack finished for her.
“No. Threeway.”
“You’re the one who made me put my heart out there on the line with Santana. I think you owe me to bring comfort if she breaks my cold, dead heart.” Jack glanced in the windows of the library to make sure the librarian couldn’t see him with a smoke in his mouth.
“If that happens,” Bailey conceded, “I’ll buy you a really nice... something. And it will not be a pass to a threeway.”
“Come on,” Jack whined. “At the very least, I can reinforce your gayness.”
Bailey raised an eyebrow. "I think that doesn't reinforce anything, actually."
“Then maybe I’ll open you guys up to the wonderful world of bisexuality.” He gave her a charming smile.
She studied him. "You are pretty enough that, if I closed my eyes, maybe I wouldn't even know," she teased. "Come on. I need to go find a book and I could use some company."
Jack tossed his cigarette to the ground and followed her in. “I promise to shave so you can’t tell the different when I’m down there. Well, except for the difference in skill level.”
Shaking her head, Bailey ignored him, smirking faintly. “Whatever you say, Jack.”
When: Sunday October 9, 2011
Where: Campus
What: A talk
Bailey wasn’t going to seek Jack out, she decided. If she ran into him, she ran into him. If she didn’t, it might be better. She’d gotten over what Shay had almost done - or, at least, she was almost over what Shay had almost done - and bringing it back up just made her usually cool temperament flare up. They’d worked things out for the most part. Bailey was never going to tell anyone about them ever again, at least not without talking to Shay first and Shay was going to keep all her kisses and almost-kisses for Bailey and Bailey only.
Still, she was kind of sort of on the lookout for Jack on the off chance they crossed paths and when she finally ran across him, she almost turned around and walked the other way. Instead, she put on her best blank face and tried to walk past him without him noticing her.
“Hey there, sunshine,” Jack called out as he spotted Bailey walking towards him. He immediately turned on foot so they were going in the same direction. “I had the most interesting encounter the other night.”
Bailey scoffed. “I heard,” she muttered under her breath, picking up her pace. Now that Jack was here, she didn’t want him to be.
“Hey, what’s wrong?” Jack jogged back up to her to keep pace. “Listen, I didn’t know she was your girl when I kissed her. And it was barely a kiss. It was a peck, really. A brush of lips. If I had known she was yours, I only would have hit her up for a threeway.”
That made Bailey pause. “Hold on,” she said slowly. “Did you kiss or did you not kiss?” Shay had used the word ‘almost’ and that was pretty much the only thing that held Bailey together.
“I told you. Just a peck. Before I even knew who she was...” Jack’s eyebrows furrowed. “Well, there was one after. I didn’t really get it. Maybe she gay panicked. But, I mean, she already knows she’s gay, so that doesn’t really make sense.”
Bailey shook her head and started walking faster. She really didn’t know what to do. She wanted to be angry at Jack, but she knew it wasn’t really his fault. It was hers. She cornered Shay into a position where she felt trapped and if Bailey hadn’t said anything to Jack, it might have never happened. Though, what the hell was Jack doing, trying to kiss someone he didn’t even know? She turned and pushed him, breaking his stride. “Do you just go around kissing girls without knowing anything about them?”
“Woah,” Jack mumbled, stumbling back a bit. “Yes? You meet the nicest ladies that way, you know.”
“You get a lot of people in trouble that way,” she said coldly. “And you make a lot of people angry.”
“Well... I’m sorry,” he offered feebly. He didn’t do well with people who were legitimately mad at him. “I really didn’t know she was your girlfriend. She’s, uh... really pretty. Good job.”
“Good job?” she repeated in disbelief. “Good job? I really, really want to punch you. So it hurts.” She shook her head. “But I’m kind of a pacifist. So you’re very, very lucky.” She knew being mad at him wasn’t going to solve her problems with Shay, but yelling made her feel better.
“You can punch me if you want.” Jack ran a hand through his hair and sighed. “But I really didn’t know.”
Bailey sighed back at him. “I’m not going to hit you,” she said miserably.
“Tell you what, I’ll give you a reason to.” Jack stepped close to Bailey and slid his arms around her waist and down to her ass. “Hit me.”
She brought her arms up and tried to push him back. “Let go.”
Jack smirked and held her tighter to him, which was not something he minded one bit. “Nah,” he said, leaning down to kiss her neck. “I’d rather not.”
“Jack,” she said, her teeth gritted. “Let. Me. Go.”
“I wonder if your girlfriend would mind if I gave you a hickey...”
Bailey’s hands moved before she could stop herself. One hit him hard in the center of the chest, pushing him back while the other came across his cheek. She took a step back as his hold on her slackened, breathing hard, her hand stinging.
Jack stepped away from Bailey after the smack, his hand coming up to rub his cheek. He cleared his throat and looked down. “Feel better?”
“No,” she mumbled, shoving her hand into the pocket of her sweater. “I feel worse now, for hitting you.”
“Well, don’t. It barely hurt.” Lie. It stung like a bitch. “And I deserved it.” Lie. He totally didn’t do anything wrong. “I just don’t want you to be mad about something I didn’t know I was doing.”
Bailey sighed again, starting to walk again, but slower this time, so he could walk next to her. “Next time, don’t kiss my girlfriend,” she said. “Actually, next time? Don’t kiss a girl without finding out if she’s seeing someone first. Because they might put their fist in your face. And you do have a pretty-ish face. Your mother would probably hate to see it ruined.” She gave him a small, hesitant smile.
“It is pretty-ish, isn’t it? And she did tell me that she had a prince waiting for her. But it wasn’t like anything was gonna happen. Really. And what about our threeway? Can I kiss her then?”
Bailey let out a laugh despite herself. “No. Because we’re not having a threeway. You’re not getting anywhere near her mouth. Any part of you.”
“What about my mouth getting acquainted with other parts of her body then?” Jack asked, smiling a little as the mood lightened. “I swear I wasn’t lying when I said I gave great head. Or do you not want me to show you up?”
“Shut up.” Bailey shook her head. “No threeway. Find someone else to have one with. Shay’s mine, I’m hers and there’s no room for anyone else.”
“So, maybe in a little while?” Jack asked. “Because if the dating thing doesn’t work out, I’m gonna need some serious TLC.”
Bailey perked up a little. “When is the date? What’re you gonna do? Where’re you gonna go? She seems like a... classy girl.”
“The date is when... she has time, I guess. I don’t think I’m at the top of her priority list, to be honest.” Jack shrugged, even though he was kind of disappointed. “Don’t know what I’ll do. I’ll think of something.”
“Oh, come on. You have to be romantic. Or spontaneous.” She smiled. “I pretty much pulled Shay onto a bus, made her look out a window and told her to tell me when she wanted to stop. She picked a farmer’s market. Maybe you could try that?”
Jack shrugged again. “I know how to be romantic and spontaneous. It just has to... hit me. Spontaneously. That’s all.”
Bailey raised an eyebrow. “Right. Because that makes sense. Listen, just do something nice. She’d like that. All girls like that.”
“I told you, I have it covered,” Jack said. “I’ll think of something.”
“No kissing her before the end of the date, either,” Bailey said. “It’s more romantic that way.”
“I feel like Santana Lopez isn’t all that into dating formalities.”
“And Shay wasn’t into spontaneity, but I’m working on it.”
“Well, I plan on treating her very girlfriend-like if she wants to my girlfriend. If she doesn’t, what are you gonna do?” Jack looked around before pulling out a cigarette and lighting it.
Bailey batted at the smoke as it billowed around her. “Those things are going to kill you before you even take her out.”
“It’ll save me the heartbreak then,” he smirked, taking a drag and blowing the smoke away from her.
She watched him smoke for a minute, debating if she should ask if she could try. Smoking had always seemed really cool, but back home, no one really smoked cigarettes. It slowed you down in the water. “Anyway,” she said. “Maybe you’ll break her heart. You never know.”
“I resent that. Just because I fool around with a lot of girls doesn’t mean I’m an ass to them. I make them feel special.” Jack took another drag. “‘Sides, she’s kinda the girl for me.”
“The girl, huh?” Bailey reached over and took the cigarette from him, holding it between her fingers for a moment before handing it back.
Jack stared at her as she took the cigarette from his hand and then gave it back. “Uh, yeah... did you want to inspect that, or something? It’s just a smoke.”
“I was just looking,” she said defensively. “That’s all.”
“Ooookay,” Jack said slowly. “Find anything of interest.”
“How do you smoke it?” she asked, biting her lip. “I mean, I get the logistics. But... how?”
His eyebrows furrowed. “I don’t really get what you mean.”
“Like...” Bailey sighed, biting her lip. Her dad was against smoking, her mom was against it and she was pretty sure Shay wouldn’t like it. “Can you teach me how to smoke it?”
“Your girlfriend would kill me,” Jack replied with a shake of his head.
Bailey nodded. “I know she would. But... you owe me.”
“Cigarettes are barely worth smoking, if I’m gonna teach you anything, it’ll be how to smoke a joint. At least you’ll get something out of that other than a bad habit.” Jack flicked the end of his smoke, watching the ash fall to the ground.
“Fine,” Bailey said, crossing her arms over her chest. “Don’t teach me. I don’t want to learn from you anyway.”
Jack laughed and pinched Bailey’s cheek. “It tastes like shit and it’s, what did you say? Oh right, horrible for you. I’ll teach you something else.”
She ducked his hand, smiling a little. She was almost at the library. “Listen, next time you’re alone with my girlfriend? Hands to yourself. Anytime you’re with my girlfriend, alone or not? Keep your body parts, hands, mouth, anything. Off. Got it?”
“Until our threeway,” Jack finished for her.
“No. Threeway.”
“You’re the one who made me put my heart out there on the line with Santana. I think you owe me to bring comfort if she breaks my cold, dead heart.” Jack glanced in the windows of the library to make sure the librarian couldn’t see him with a smoke in his mouth.
“If that happens,” Bailey conceded, “I’ll buy you a really nice... something. And it will not be a pass to a threeway.”
“Come on,” Jack whined. “At the very least, I can reinforce your gayness.”
Bailey raised an eyebrow. "I think that doesn't reinforce anything, actually."
“Then maybe I’ll open you guys up to the wonderful world of bisexuality.” He gave her a charming smile.
She studied him. "You are pretty enough that, if I closed my eyes, maybe I wouldn't even know," she teased. "Come on. I need to go find a book and I could use some company."
Jack tossed his cigarette to the ground and followed her in. “I promise to shave so you can’t tell the different when I’m down there. Well, except for the difference in skill level.”
Shaking her head, Bailey ignored him, smirking faintly. “Whatever you say, Jack.”