In high school Joe Jonas was good looking and popular, desired by many. He had the world at his feet. Calista Freemont was awkward and uncoordinated, always left out. Joe Jonas made her life a living hell. Years later, the tables turned for Calista, now making a living in New York, working as a successful model. When they meet again, years after their time at school, they fall back into old patterns, unable to get along. But the more time they spend with each other, the more they realize everything has changed.
Jonas Brothers, Jonas Brothers > Friendship, Jonas Brothers > Angst, Jonas Brothers > Drama, Jonas Brothers > Romance Characters:
Greg Garbowsky, Jack Lawless, Joe Jonas, Kevin Jonas, Nick Jonas, O/c Character
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Cali couldn’t believe the Reid’s, the old couple that lived across the hallway from her, were finally moving out. They lived in the Greenwich Village brownstone for upwards of forty years, as far as she knew. They were moving on to an assisted living facility, unable to take care of themselves anymore. Mr. Reid recently set ablaze to the kitchen cupboards after trying to make himself breakfast. It was the last straw for their children – who in the end made the final decision for their parent’s transfer.
She couldn’t say she wasn’t sad to see them go. They were ideal neighbors – you know, besides the whole almost setting the building on fire and stuff. But they were always quiet, never threw parties, and Mrs. Reid was always baking, so the floor always smelled delicious.
Cali couldn’t even imagine the type of person that would move in next. It would probably be an obnoxious family with like, five bratty kids. Or some cocky asshole with a parade of girls coming through at all hours of the night. Either way, it wasn’t going to be the same when the Reid’s were gone.
It didn’t take the landlord long to rent out the apartment after the kitchen remodel was finished. On the first of the month, there was a moving truck outside the building and movers stacking boxes up in the hallway of the building.
Cali was on her way out for a meeting with her agent that evening and she could barely even get out of her front door. She groaned when she noticed all the boxes. With a roll of her eyes she walked toward the new neighbor’s apartment where music was cascading out of the opened door.
“Excuse me!” She bellowed into the doorway.
“Ugh, this is ridiculous,” Cali grumbled, trying to push some boxes out of the way so she could make her way into the neighbor’s foyer.
“Hello!” She called over the music. There were boxes stacked all around the furniture in the apartment as well. How could one person have so much shit?
There was a brown hair guy, looking to be in his twenties, standing by the window who noticed her and turned down the music.
“Yeah?” He called over.
“These boxes… they are a fire hazard,” Cali informed the guy.
“Yo, Jay!” The guy bellowed to another person in another room.
“Why’d you turn down the music?” Cali heard the other man before she saw him.
“You have a visitor,” the first guy informed him, pointing over at Cali.
“Who?” He asked as he finally became visible from behind the wall.
Instantly Cali’s stomach dropped and her blood began to boil with displaced anger. Joe fucking Jonas. The inflamed thorn in her side throughout her time in high school.
Back then, Cali was what you would call an outcast. She was not pretty – she had stringy, dull brown hair, glasses and a lanky frame. Her parents weren’t wealthy, so she always had her sister’s hand-me-down clothing, which were always two sizes too big for her because she was a bean pole. Her interests included math club and band – she played the clarinet. She had braces from sophomore year on out and Joe’s favorite nickname for her was ‘brace face’. It wasn’t necessarily a terrible nickname, but when he got all his friends chanting it, then it became cruel.
Cali wanted to turn back around and flee the second she saw him, but it was too late. She knew just by the smug smile on his face, that Joe recognized her right away. Instead she stood her ground and sent him a glare.
“Well, well, well. If it isn’t Cali Freemont,” Joe said, swaggering up to her.
“Deviant,” Cali hissed back at him. She hadn’t seen him in over five years and she hadn’t missed him in the slightest.
“No way! Cali Freemont? Brace face?” The brown haired guy said, looking at her wide-eyed. After giving him another look, she recognized him as Joe’s younger brother and complete douchebag, Nick Jonas.
“Where did you crawl out of?” Joe asked Cali with a megawatt smile plastered across his face, showing off his brilliant white teeth. She would give anything to smack the smirk right off his pretty face.
“These boxes – they’re a fire hazard. Get them out of the hallway,” she snapped at him, ignoring his stupid question.
“Wait. Do you live here? In this building?” Joe asked, smiling even wider at her. Cali’s eyes narrowed further. She didn’t want to answer the question.
“Calista Freemont, are we neighbors?” Joe asked, beaming a massive smile at her.
“Unfortunately,” she seethed under her breath.
“Where? Right over there?” Joe asked, moving toward her to look out the doorway. She instinctively took a few steps back from him and ended up tripping into a stack of boxes. She was a graceful runway model and five minutes in Joe Jonas’ presence she regressed her back to her clumsy youth.
“Whoa there, sweetheart. Watch yourself,” Joe said, grabbing her arm, keeping her upright. Instead of a thank you he got another glare.
“Feisty,” he said as he released her arm from his grasp.
“Just get these damn boxes out of here,” she grumbled again as she watched his eyes dip down her body and then up again, his smile never leaving his face.
She was dressed very minimally in a blouse and mini skirt with six inch black stilettos on her feet and Joe was not shy about checking her out.
“What?” She snapped at him.
“You got hot,” he said, his eyes literally ogling her.
“Don’t even think about it, you cretin,” Cali replied with another glare as she turned on her heels and made her way through the labyrinth of boxes.
“You’ve still got that spunk, girl. Glad to see that hasn’t changed,” Joe called after her. She waved him off with a middle finger in the air as she made her way out the door.
There was one thing she was right about – her new neighbor was most definitely a cocky asshole.
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When Cali came home from the meeting with her agent she was tired and she just wanted to go to bed. It was almost 10 pm and she had to wake up bright and early. With a yawn, she dug in her purse for her apartment key as she ascended the stairs. But once she reached the top, she saw it. There were boxes stacked from floor to ceiling in front of her door. She growled to herself as she noticed the boxes were duct taped to the wall. There was literally enough duct tape taped across them to fully mummify a human body.
She stood there in shock. Who the hell would do something like that? And then it dawned on her. It was Joe. Fucking prick. She growled again as she turned to face his door. Clenching her hand into a fist, she began relentlessly pounding on it until it swung open. Joe stood there with a smirk on his face.
“Cali, what brings you to my door?” Joe asked, pretending he did know why she was there.
“Fuck you, Jonas. How pathetic are you that you have to do something so childish?” She yelled at him.
“What do you mean?” He asked, playing dumb. Cali could hear his little shit brother snickering in his living room. She was sure Nick was his accomplice, no less.
“Don’t play dumb,” she growled, glaring at him.
“You sure are sexy when you’re mad,” Joe commented as he cocked his eyebrow.
“Move,” she spat, pushing past him into his apartment.
“What are you doing?” He asked, sounding surprised that she was barging in.
Cali stalked to his kitchen and grabbed the largest knife out of his knife block. She turned around to see Joe in the archway of his kitchen.
“Whoa, Crazy. Calm down,” Joe said, holding up his hands, backing away from her.
“Move,” she snapped and he let her by without a word. She stalked through his apartment with the knife in her hand.
“Holy shit,” she heard Nick gasp.
She ignored him and made her way to the hallway and began cutting through all the duct tape with the knife, knocking the boxes out of her way. Once her path was cleared, she turned back around, silently making her way back into Joe’s apartment. Joe and Nick were watching her with shocked expressions. She went back into the kitchen and stabbed the knife straight in the butcher’s block so it was sticking straight up and down. And then she walked up to Joe.
“Fuck you and your shitty antics. It’s easy to put you in the category of ‘nothing to me’. It’s where you’ve been for so long now. And it seems to fit you well. Leave me the fuck alone… forever,” she said, straight to his face. He swallowed hard, but didn’t say anything. With that, she stalked back to her apartment door, opened it and slammed it shut, leaving them both in her wake.
The next morning, Cali woke up with the sun. She walked out of her apartment to grab her newspaper and swiftly shut it behind her again. She took a seat at her table with her coffee and the paper and let herself have a few moments before she got ready for the day.
While she was taking her shower that morning, she turned on her stereo to listen to music. She decided to turn it up loudly, in hopes to annoy Joe in any way possible. She hoped it disrupted his magical beauty sleep. Fucking dick.
After her shower, she walked to the kitchen to make some more coffee. She was only wearing her underwear – not fully ready for the day yet. Her dark wet hair was messy and dripping down her back as she walked. As she sipped the hot coffee, she hummed along with the music.
When the song changed she groaned. It was a song that reminded her of her ex-boyfriend. She really didn’t want to listen to it, so she set her cup on the counter and started making her way to her iPod. Before she could make it, she was stopped dead in her tracks. Joe Jonas was standing in her opened doorway, his sleepy-eyes wide and plastered onto her bare chest.
“What the fuck are you doing in here!?” She screamed as she used her arms to cover her chest.
“I-I knocked…” He stammered.
“What the hell do you want?” She snapped.
“For you to turn your music down,” Joe said as a smirk slowly made its way onto his face.
“Stop looking at my tits, Joe,” she snapped and his eyes finally met hers for the first time that morning.
“It’s too fucking early. Turn it down,” he demanded.
“Why should I? You’re a dick to me, why can’t I be a bitch to you?” She huffed.
“Just turn it the fuck down,” he snapped and she scoffed at him as his eyes trailed down her legs and back up again.
“When the hell did you get hot?” He asked as another smile grazed his lips. Cali scoffed again.
“You used to be…” He began and made a face at the memory of what she used to look like. She rolled her eyes at him. What a dick.
“Did you have work done?” He asked and it took everything in her not to punch him in the damn face.
“Hell no,” she snapped angrily and he let out a laugh.
“Stop staring at me,” she scolded him.
“I can’t. You’re… hot,” he said as his eyes worked over her body again. It was literally the last straw for her when she saw him lick his lips as he looked at her.
“Get the hell out of my apartment!” She yelled.
“Turn your music down!” He yelled back.
“Fine! Just get out!” She told him and he smirked again.
“Get out!” She snapped, moving toward him to push the door shut as the other hand held her bare chest. Joe just laughed as she tried to get him out.
“I’m pretty sure this is some sort of sexual harassment, not to mention breaking and entering,” Cali pointed out.
“I didn’t break anything. The door was unlocked,” Joe said with a smirk.
Damn it. She needed to remember to lock her door after she got the paper in the morning. Especially now that she had a pervert living across the hall from her.
“Joe, if you don’t get the fuck out…” She began to threaten. Joe let out another laugh. He thought it was funny. She could kill him.
Cali took a deep breath and let her arms fall from her chest to use both hands to shove him out of her house. His eyes locked with her breasts again as his body moved backwards freely through the doorway. Once he was out, she slammed the door in his face and locked it behind her.
That Saturday night Calista went to a club opening with her model friend Vivian. She loved having the luxury of being on the list at exclusive stuff. She loved meeting new people and being a part of something.
Viv and Cali sat in the VIP lounge with a few other girls they knew through work, who were chatting up a group of guys in the corner. There was one guy that was really catching Cali’s eye. He had blonde hair and his eyes were as blue as the ocean. He had an amazing smile and an underwear model’s body.
It wasn’t long before Cali found herself chatting him up. His name was Rhys, he was British and he was twenty-four years old. He was interesting – going to school at NYU, modeling part time to pay the bills. They were in the same industry so they had a lot to talk about. They bonded over shoot directors and runway shows. Cali was really into him and she could tell he was into her.
“Would you like to check out a party with me at my mate’s new flat?” Rhys asked her.
“Yeah, I’d love to,” she said, smiling widely at him. Maybe afterward she could get him to go home with her.
It wasn’t long before they were in a cab on their way to the party. Rhys gave the cab driver the name of the intersection he wanted them to be brought to and Cali’s jaw dropped.
“I live right over there,” she told him.
“You do?” He asked with a smirk.
“Mm-hmm,” she said with a nod.
Getting him to go home with her was going to be easier than Cali thought. The cab driver dropped them off at the intersection that was just three buildings down from her apartment.
“So where is this party?” Cali asked as they began walking in the direction of her building.
“Right down here. Where those people are out in front,” Rhys said. Realization washed over her quickly.
“Oh, no, no, no, no, no,” she said, shaking her head.
“What’s the matter?” He asked, looking at her questioningly.
“That’s my building,” she pointed out, feeling her stomach turn.
“It is?” He asked, his eyebrows heightening.
“Is this… is this party in apartment ‘D’?” She asked.
“Uh, I think so,” Rhys said. Cali shook her head. There was no way this was happening.
“My mate Joe is throwing a party ‘cause he just moved into his new place. Do you know him?” Rhys asked.
Cali felt robbed. She felt robbed of this amazing man standing in front of her, because now that she knew he was Joe Jonas’ friend, the appeal completely vanished.
“No. I don’t know him at all,” Cali said through gritted teeth as they approached the stairs to the brownstone.
“He’s a really cool bloke. You’re going to love him,” Rhys said as Cali let him lead the way into the building.
He held onto her hand as they walked up the stairs. It was surreal being led through her own building on this sort of quasi-date.
The music was so incredibly loud and Cali couldn’t imagine why the other tenants in the building would allow it, even if it wasn’t quite quiet hours. There were four other apartments in the brownstone – two upstairs and two downstairs. The other apartments were filled with younger people as well. And it dawned on her… they were all probably at Joe’s party. Cali rolled her eyes.
“Rhys… can’t we just… we could just go to my place,” Cali offered him, pointing at her door as she pressed him up against the wall in a seductive manner.
Just because her interest in Rhys as a potential suitor flew out the window at the mention of Joe Jonas, it didn’t mean she wasn’t interested in getting some. Plus, she really didn’t want to step foot in Joe’s apartment.
“I’d love to, but first I need to make an appearance,” Rhys said, smiling at her.
Joe’s apartment door opened suddenly – the boisterous music crashing through the airwaves. Their attention quickly turned to the person who opened it – Joe Jonas. Cali rolled her eyes immediately. Of course it was him.
“Rhys!” Joe yelled as he shut the door behind him, blocking out quite a bit of the music.
“Joe! What is up, mate?” Rhys said happily.
Cali immediately pulled her body away from Rhys’ while he did a swift handshake with Joe, causing her to roll her eyes.
“Cali – what are you doing with my buddy Rhys?” Joe asked, smirking wryly at her. Rhys looked between the two of them.
“I thought you said you didn’t know him,” Rhys said to her. Cali shrugged with a look of contempt on her face – contempt for Joe Jonas.
“Doesn’t know me? Yeah, right. Cali and I go waaaaaaay back. You see Cali used to be in loooooove with me,” Joe said, slurring his words a bit, and Cali could see now just how drunk he was.
Her eyes glared into him – shooting imaginary daggers straight at him. She wanted to punch him in the face for bringing that up. Okay, yeah – she used to have a teensy-tiny little crush on him at the beginning of high school. The second she saw him she developed a crush on him. He was beautiful in every way – perfect hair, perfect skin, perfect eyes, perfect smile. But this, of course, was before she ever got the privilege of knowing the real Joe Jonas. It was just a schoolgirl crush – writing “I heart Joe Jonas” all over her Joe! Joe! Joe! notebook.
That was until one day, Joe’s brother Nick saw what she was writing in her notebook. He ripped it out from under her arms in English class, while the teacher was out of the room helping another student, and proceeded to show Joe and all the rest of their friends. From there on out Joe was nothing but cruel to her. Calling her ugly and pathetic and of course ‘brace face’ – but that didn’t come until later. Joe was relentless and Cali often went home crying after school because of it. Had she not had that notebook with her at school that day – or ever, things might have been different.
“I was never in love with you,” she snapped at him.
“She wanted to marry me in high school,” Joe teased.
“Dream on, scum,” Cali said, rolling her eyes.
“Had I known you’d turn out to be this hot in the end, maybe I would have been nicer,” Joe commented, smirking at her as his eyes raked over her scantily clad body – she was only wearing a tiny black dress that came up high at the hem and dipped down low in the front.
“Fuck you, deviant,” she glared at him. Rhys just watched their spiteful banter unfold, finding it amusing.
“You wish you could. Hey, Rhys… you should probably fuck her. She does have a rockin’ body now. Let me know how she handles,” Joe laughed a menacing laugh.
“You are a piece of trash, you know that, Jonas! Fuck you. Don’t look at me, don’t talk to me, don’t talk about me – to anyone. Just fuck off and die,” Cali yelled in his face.
“She’s a feisty one, Rhys. You might want to gag her before you bang her,” Joe said, looking over at his friend.
With that Cali pulled back and punched him as hard as she could in the face. Her right knuckles connected with his left cheek.
“Ah! Fuck!” She screamed at the pain that shot through her hand immediately.
Joe was holding his cheek, but he was laughing amusingly at her.
“Fuck you!” She screamed at him as she moved toward her apartment door.
“You might want to put some ice on that,” Joe called after her. She flicked him off and then unlocked her door, slamming it behind her.
Mother fucker, mother fucking fuck! Her hand was throbbing. It felt like she broke the shit out of it. She immediately went to her freezer and got out an ice pack, soothing the pain temporarily with it.
Fuck Joe Jonas. She hated him with every fiber of her being. She looked down at her hand. It was already starting to bruise. Welp, there goes her career as a hand model.
Calista woke up the next morning, her hand throbbing – along with her head. She didn’t get much sleep and she only had Joe Jonas to blame for that. They were partying until almost four in the morning – she would have called the cops, but they would have known it was her. And she couldn’t imagine what kind of shit Joe would pull with her if that happened. She just wanted to relax – it was Sunday and she didn’t have anything to do.
She tip-toed across her cool hardwood floors to the kitchen to make herself some coffee – she was going to need it. She stood there, her back against the fridge, her eyes closed just waiting for the coffee to percolate. It was already eleven a.m. and she still couldn’t wake herself up.
Once there was coffee, she immediately poured herself a cup and placed it on the table. She walked to her front door to grab her newspaper, but hesitated. She was only wearing an oversized t-shirt and a pair of underwear – she didn’t want any run-ins with the neighbors. But then again, they were all up until four a.m. at Joe’s stupid party. Screw them.
Cali swung the door open and immediately regretted her decision, because Joe Jonas just happened to be jogging up the stairs toward her, looking as if he just went for a run.
“Good morning, slugger,” he said with a smirk and Cali grumbled.
“Do you ever wear clothes?” He laughed and she glared at him.
“At least you’re wearing a shirt this time,” he chuckled. Cali glared even harder - if her eyelids closed any more, they would be closed.
“Actually, I could go for seeing you topless again,” he said, nodding at her shirt.
“Fuck you,” she spat at him. His face contorted into a fake glare, but he was still smirking.
“So grumpy in the morning,” he said playfully.
“I really hate you,” she stated evenly and he laughed out loud.
“So, why are you standing outside your door in your panties?” He asked, quirking an eyebrow as he segued the conversation seamlessly.
“I was getting my paper,” she grumbled.
“Oh. This paper?” He asked, bending over to pick it up.
“Give me my paper,” she glared at him, holding out her hand.
“I think I’ll just take a look,” he said, unrolling it.
“Joe, give me my fucking paper,” she said, getting aggravated with him – even more than just what his presence did to her.
“What’s going on in the world today?” Joe asked, checking out the front page.
“You’re such a douche bag. Just give me my paper, you asshole,” she growled at him, lunging for the paper. He backed away – playing keep away with it.
“You know what? Fuck you. Keep it, dick,” she said, turning to go back into her apartment.
“Oh, Cali. I was just playing,” Joe conceded. She turned back, glaring at him, wondering if he really was giving in.
“Here,” he said, wiggling it at her. She swiped it out of his hand and couldn’t help but think it was a little too easy.
“Nice face,” she shot at him sarcastically. His cheek had a budding bruise on it from her fist and she rejoiced over it.
“Nice legs,” he said, looking her up and down.
“Pervert,” she shot back and he chuckled.
“I can’t help that you’re gorgeous enough to be a model now,” Joe commented.
“I am a model,” she said dryly.
“No way! Cali brace-face no-tits Freemont grew up to be a model? Wait ‘til I tell Nick,” Joe said, looking surprised. She glared at him again. What a prick.
“You know what, Joe? You are still the same little prick you were in high school. At least one of us has changed. I’m not the same person I used to be. I grew a backbone and I’m not going to put up with your immature, petty bullshit,” she snapped at him.
“Oh,” he said, heightening his eyebrows as his smile widened.
“You’re an egotistical, offensive, hate monger who is so incredibly insecure with himself that he has to take it out on other people. I liked you for a second in high school, but I got to witness the real you pretty fast. You were relentless and cruel,” she continued.
“People change,” he said, shrugging his shoulders.
“I don’t think you have. I just hope your life is all you’ve ever dreamed of, because if you keep up this shit I’m going to fucking kill you. Okay?” She ranted.
He stared at her blankly, but she knew he was listening. After a few seconds his lips raised up into a smirk. She kept up with her glare, because ooh, he was so irritating.
“You know, with this feisty attitude and your new hot body, you’re really turning me on,” he snorted.
“Oh my god,” she huffed and he laughed out loud.
“Seriously though, Cal – so hot. And just so you know, if you keep being mean to me, I’m going to fall in love with you,” he said, nodding his head.
“You are repulsive,” she spat at him.
“So, you’re saying there’s a chance?” He laughed.
“You are the last person on planet earth I would ever even think about being with,” she snapped at him and he just laughed.
“So hot,” he told her again.
“Oh my god,” she groaned, because he was still laughing.
“Goodbye, asshole,” she said, turning to go into her apartment. Seconds later, she felt him slap her ass, causing her to spin around, giving him her most hateful glare yet.
“See you around, princess,” Joe said, smiling widely at her.
“Don’t fucking touch me ever again!” She yelled before she slammed the door in his face.
Dirty, sleazy bastard.
Over the next several days Cali kept herself so busy that she didn’t even have to see Joe. Their schedules were completely opposite and it made her relax a little knowing she wasn’t going to be badgered by him incessantly.
By Thursday night she was completely beat. When she passed out, she passed out hard – which also meant she forgot to set an alarm to wake her up in the morning. She had a photo shoot at ten o’clock and of course she didn’t wake up until nine-twenty. She had forty minutes to get dressed and get across town and she knew that taking the subway would never get her across town in time.
Cali was panicking as she threw on some grey sweatpants and a white v-neck t-shirt over her bra and panties. She didn’t need to look presentable – she would be transformed at the shoot anyway. She quickly raked a brush through her hair, brushed her teeth and swigged some mouthwash.
She knew she was going to have to swallow her pride and ask the one person on the planet she wanted nothing to do with for a favor. Cali grabbed her purse and locked up her apartment before turning to Joe’s door. She took a deep breath before stepping up to it. She hoped he was awake, but it was only nine-thirty-five in the morning and she had no idea what kind of hours he kept.
With much disdain, Cali knocked on his door and waited for an answer. When she was left waiting for a few moments, she knocked again louder and then louder. Suddenly the apartment door swung open and Joe was standing in front of her wearing only a towel, looking wet, like he just got out of the shower.
“Calista Freemont, as I live and breathe,” Joe said dramatically, giving her a sideways smirk.
Cali’s line of vision worked up over his well-defined abdomen and chest. She noticed his silky tanned skin, his muscular arms, and his deep sex lines that disappeared underneath the towel. Maybe being a model made her notice every single detail easier, maybe not – but Joe Jonas was physically beautiful. She couldn’t deny it. Coming to that realization made her sick to her stomach. Someone as big of a jackass as him shouldn’t be allowed to be beautiful. It wasn’t fair.
“Like what you see, princess?” He asked, smirking wryly at her. Cali’s eyes snapped up to his and she let out a scoff.
“If you want to see it all, I will oblige,” Joe joked – at least she hoped it was a joke – as he grabbed for his towel.
“Please, God – no,” she shuttered dramatically and he laughed out loud.
“I don’t have time for your antics right now,” she said, hurriedly waving him off.
“What do you want then?” Joe asked, still smirking at her. She hated that know-it-all smirk.
“I need… uh, do you have a car?” She asked quickly.
“Yeah,” he said, furrowing his brows at her.
“Can you give me a ride?” She asked reluctantly and he let out a light chuckle.
“Joe, I don’t have time for this!” Cali snapped, looking down at the time on her cell phone. Nine-thirty-nine.
“A ride where?” He questioned.
“I have a photo shoot I’m going to be extremely late for,” she told him quickly.
“Wait. You really are a model?” He asked, giving her an odd look.
“Yes! Can you give me a ride or not?” She asked impatiently.
“Uh, sure. Come in. I’ve got to get dressed,” he told her as he stepped aside to invite her in. She hesitated, realizing how uncomfortable it made her being in his presence while he wore nothing but a towel.
“What do you think I’m going to do? Rape you when the door is closed?” Joe scoffed, sending her an absurd look.
“I wouldn’t put it past you,” she mumbled, glaring at him.
“Oh, whatever, Cali. I may be an asshole, but I would never do something like that. I like my women screaming my name in pleasure,” Joe told her.
“Ha. So, then I’m good,” she laughed, knowing she’d never be screaming his name in any sort of pleasure.
“You jest, but I’m quite persuasive,” Joe told her with a wink.
“No thanks. I’m good,” Cali laughed as she reluctantly stepped inside and he closed the door.
Joe hurried off to his bedroom to change, chuckling the whole way. Cali stood by his door, feeling awkward and uncomfortable as she waited on him.
“Uh, could you hurry though? Seriously, my shoot starts in like twenty minutes and it takes at least that to get over there,” she asked him loudly.
Seconds later, he appeared wearing dark skinny jeans and a black v-neck t-shirt with a black leather jacket over it.
“I’m ready,” he said, grabbing his keys off the table as he made his way toward the door.
Cali had it open and was walking out of it before him. Joe locked up and followed her out of the building before leading her to his Range Rover – fuck him and his family’s money. He probably never worked a day in his life for a car like that.
Cali got inside feeling really awkward that she was with Joe, but she knew she had to suck it up. Her reputation as a model depended on it. She quickly gave him the address and he programmed it into his navigational system.
They were silent for a while as Joe drove, which Cali was thankful for. She was tense enough as it was, she didn’t need his badgering to add to it. As she flipped through her electronic calendar on her phone checking her schedule for next week, she was reminded that she had two photo shoots and another club appearance coming up. The current photoshoot she was going to be miserably late for, was her last of the week. Thank God.
“So is that what you’re wearing? You look like you just rolled out of bed,” Joe commented, breaking their peaceful silence.
“I did just roll out of bed. And no, this won’t be what I am wearing,” she said, rolling her eyes. Truthfully, she wouldn’t be wearing anything at the shoot – except for body paint anyway.
“When is your shoot over?” He asked curiously, looking over at her.
“Why?” She questioned, annoyed that he would even care.
“I could pick you up, if you want,” he said with a shrug and her head shot in his direction.
“Jesus, don’t look so surprised,” he laughed.
“Why wouldn’t I be surprised? You spent four years making my life a living hell and now you’re back to continue the torture,” she shot at him bitterly.
“Did I really make your life a living hell? I don’t really remember bothering you that much,” Joe told her.
“Everyday!” She yelled at him.
“Jesus!” He laughed at her outburst.
“Every day you would out do yourself – making me feel like I was the ugliest, most worthless person on the planet. A lot of the time I would go home and cry. You were vicious and cruel,” she told him, recounting her memories from her adolescence.
Joe’s smirk finally vanished from his face, leaving a saddened expression.
“You went home and cried?” He questioned.
“Yeah. A lot,” she said softly, looking down at her hands.
“I-I’m sorry,” he said quietly. His stammer was not lost on her.
“Wow. Joe Jonas apologizing? Too bad it’s coming five years too late,” Cali scoffed, looking out the window.
“Look, I know I was a dick back then, but I really am sorry,” he told her, sounding sincere.
“That doesn’t explain your behavior as of late. And somehow I think your apology only coincides with the fact that I am good looking, and you think I’m worth your time now. If I was still the lanky, awkward girl I used to be, you wouldn’t be apologizing,” she said, telling him what she really thought.
“You don’t know anything about me, Cali,” he told her evenly.
“I know what kind of person you are,” she countered and he shook his head.
“You duct taped your empty moving boxes in front of my apartment door,” she shot at him.
“That was a joke,” he told her, sending her an unamused look.
“It wasn’t funny. Not to me, because it just showed me you haven’t changed. You are the same person you’ve always been,” she told him.
“I’m not. And it really annoys me that you’re judging me right now,” he argued.
“All you’ve ever done is judge me. You’ve been the judge, the jury, and the executioner when it came to me,” she scoffed incredulously.
“I’m sorry!” He yelled, startling her with his booming voice. Cali stopped talking and looked forward out the windshield. They were almost to her shoot and it couldn’t have come at a better time.
“Can’t we just… start over? We’re both obviously different people. I think you know that, or else you wouldn’t have asked me to give you a ride this morning. You trust me, even if it’s in the slightest way possible,” he asked, looking over at her hopefully.
“You were my only option,” she huffed, crossing her arms over her chest.
“You could have called a cab,” he countered. He was right. She could have caught a cab, but didn’t.
She fell silent, knowing he was right.
“Can we start over? Let me pick you up from your shoot,” he told her.
She didn’t know if she wanted to start over. She didn’t particularly want Joe Jonas in her life. She would much rather just live peacefully not knowing him at all. Why did he all of a sudden want to know her?
“Cali?” He asked.
“Fine!” She snapped, feeling aggravated.
“What time is your photoshoot over?” He asked her again, ignoring her outburst.
“Shouldn’t be more than three hours,” she mumbled, her arms still crossed over her chest tightly.
“I’ll give you my number so you can call me when you’re done,” he told her. She felt sick to her stomach. She didn’t know if she wanted his number.
Joe pulled the Range Rover up in front of the building where Cali’s photo shoot was taking place and she felt relief that her time with Joe was finally over.
“Give me your phone,” he told her, holding out his hand.
“I can put it in myself,” she snapped.
“Fine,” he said, shaking his head.
“What is it?” She asked, eyeing him ruthlessly.
He rambled off his digits as Cali typed them in before shoving the phone in her purse. She grabbed for the door handle quickly and pushed it open. In a second, she was standing on the sidewalk, but hesitantly turned back to face him.
“Thanks,” she choked out. She hated the word as it fell from her lips, but he really did her a big favor. A smirk appeared across his lips as he gave her a nod.
“See you in a little bit,” he said and Cali nodded as she shut the passenger door.
Ugh. His behavior now was more disturbing than his behavior in high school.
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Calista felt uneasy all throughout her photo shoot. Joe’s behavior was unsettling and she kept wondering what his angle was. She learned to always assume the worst with Joe Jonas and this was no different. What kind of game was he playing?
She knew he was probably waiting on a phone call from her, but the shoot was running a little long since a) she was late and b) the body paint took a little longer than originally planned to apply. Cali decided to text him to tell him it would be longer than planned. But as luck would have it – her text was sent a little too late, because there standing in the back of the room, watching her in shoulder-to-toe body paint was none other than Joe Jonas.
Cali quickly excused herself, quickly putting on a robe as she walked over to him.
“How long have you been here?” She shot at him, feeling so annoyed that he was there.
“Long enough,” he said, smirking deviously at her. God damn it.
“I would rather you wait in the car while I finish,” she said, wrapping her arms tightly around herself.
“I’ve already seen it all,” he countered, cocking his eyebrow at her.
“Who let you in here anyway?” She snapped, narrowing her eyes at him.
“Some guy over there. I told him I was your boyfriend,” he chuckled.
“Uhh. Why would you do that? I have a reputation with these people,” she said, scrunching up her nose at him, annoyance festering inside of her.
“Excuse me?” He scoffed, looking at her amusingly.
“What?” She shot at him.
“Are you saying I’m not good enough for you?” Joe asked, letting out a short laugh.
“Oh, please. I could date any number of guys who are hotter than you,” Cali scoffed, rolling her eyes.
“Calista, your ego is astounding,” Joe laughed.
“Your ego is asphyxiating,” she shot at him with a glare and he chuckled in response.
“Just get out of here,” she said, grabbing him by the shoulders, trying to turn him toward the exit.
“That’s no way to treat your boyfriend,” Joe laughed, digging his heels into the floor, making sure she couldn’t push him out.
“Dream on, creep,” she said, narrowing her eyes as her hands dropped away from him.
“Calista! Let’s go!” She heard the photographer say.
“Go wait in the car,” Cali demanded, hoping Joe would finally listen.
“No way,” he chuckled and she growled under her breath.
Cali walked back over to the shoot and reluctantly disrobed. She felt incredibly nude in front of Joe. It made her skin crawl just thinking about the things he was most likely thinking about her. Gross. The shoot only lasted twenty more minutes – only because the photographer was getting frustrated that Cali was being too stiff. Joe Jonas – ruining her life since 2004.
After the shoot, Cali threw her sweats and t-shirt back on over her painted body and grabbed her purse. She reluctantly walked over to Joe, who was standing against the wall with his arms folded over his chest, smirking at her as she walked up.
“You’re never allowed at one of my shoots again,” she snapped, glaring at him as she walked toward the exit.
“Why’s that?” He asked as he followed behind her.
“Because your mere presence annoys the hell out of me and I can’t relax,” she told him and he laughed out loud.
“Fuck off. Let’s go,” she said, pushing open the door.
Joe followed her out of the building and down to the street where his Range Rover was parked. Once they were inside he didn’t start the car. He didn’t even make a move to. He just looked over at her.
“What?” She snapped at him.
“Wanna go do something?” He asked.
“No,” she told him flat out.
“Why not?” He asked, sending her a sideways smile.
“First of all – I’m in head to toe body paint, and second – we’re not friends, nor will we ever be friends,” she explained, bursting his stupid little bubble.
“Well, first of all – the body paint is kind of hot, and second of all – we’ll see about that,” he said as he started up the vehicle. Cali narrowed her eyes at him and he laughed.
“And why would I ever be friends with you? What makes you think I would ever trust you enough to be your friend? You are a cocky asshole who thinks he is better than everyone else and thinks he’s god’s gift to women. You repulse me in so many ways it’s astonishing,” she told him bluntly and he chuckled again.
“And that arrogant laugh thing you do – yeah, creepy and annoying,” she said, rolling her eyes at him.
“What else, princess? Please tell me,” he said sarcastically.
“Well, the amount of cologne you wear could kill a small animal if you got close enough,” she told him.
“You really got me with that one, Cali,” he said, placing his hand over his heart, feigning offense.
“And the way you play everything off as if it’s a joke – super annoying,” she said, rolling her eyes. He chuckled again as he pulled out into the road, beginning their twenty-minutes-too-long drive back to their building.
“I could tell you what’s annoying about you too,” he countered a few moments later.
“Yeah. Well, I had the pleasure of you telling me what’s annoying about me for four straight years in high school, so I’d rather we skip that little bit of show-and-tell,” she scoffed at him. He fell silent – just how she liked him.
Cali didn’t say anything and he didn’t say anything for the rest of the drive. Even when he was grumbling about traffic, he never directed any statements toward her. She was grateful for the silence. She and Joe Jonas would not be becoming friends just because he gave her a ride to and from work.
When he pulled up in front of their building, Cali hopped out right away going straight in. He was walking up the stairs as she was unlocking her apartment.
“So is that it then?” Joe asked her.
“Is what it?” She asked, not even bothering to look at him.
“I just gave you a ride home – you insult me and then you give me the silent treatment the whole drive,” he said.
“Awesome how that works, huh? I hope the taste of your own medicine is bitter on your tongue,” she said and slammed her door in his face.
Yeah, she probably wouldn’t be getting any more rides from Joe ever again – but hey, there was always public transportation. She’d rather be late every day for the rest of her life than have to ask Joe for a favor ever again.
That weekend Cali went out with Vivian. She needed to get out of her building because once again, Joe was throwing a party and it was driving her absolutely crazy. She and Viv went back to the same club where they met Joe’s friend Rhys. It was absolutely packed in there, but Viv and Cali got VIP access because they were in the model scene. It just seemed weird to Cali that people got perks in life because of the level of their beauty. It usually didn’t sit right with her, but that night she just wanted to drink and forget about everything. She wanted to be loose enough so when she went back home and Joe’s party was too loud, that the alcohol was enough to take the edge off. Plus, Viv said she would stay over with her so Cali didn’t go over and kill some people.
After five amaretto sours, Calista was definitely loose. She was a light-weight when it came to alcohol because she rarely drank, so when she and Viv caught a cab back to her apartment at one in the morning, she was looped. Viv even had to help her up the stairs.
“His fucking music is too fucking loud!” Cali yelled explicitly.
“Cal, I don’t understand why you let him bother you. Seriously, don’t let him get to you anymore. You’ve wasted enough time and energy on that asshole,” Viv told her. But it went in one ear and out the other.
“I am sick of his disrespectful attitude!” Cali said, stomping to his door.
“Cali, do not go in there!” Vivian scolded. But Cali already had his apartment door opened before Vivian could pull her away.
“Joe Jonas!” Cali yelled and some guy in the living room pointed to the kitchen.
“Calista, stop. Let’s go back to your apartment,” Viv said, grabbing her arm, but she fought her off.
Cali marched straight to the kitchen to find Joe. He was chatting up a couple of people who were in his vicinity in the crowded room. His gaze met her with a surprised look.
“Cali, what are you doing here?” He asked, smirking wildly at her.
“Your music’s too loud,” she said, holding herself up with her hand leaning against the archway in his kitchen. She didn’t realize she was staggering until she almost fell over.
“Are you drunk, Calista?” Joe asked, letting out a small laugh.
“No!” She protested, but they both knew it was a lie.
“You are. Ha. Amazing,” he said, fully amused.
“Why must you always have your music so fucking loud? Like really, you’re standing right fucking here. Are you deaf?” Cali complained. And of course because she was drunk, she didn’t even realize how big of an ass she was making out of herself.
“Cali, let’s go. I’m sorry,” Viv said, apologizing to Joe.
“Do not apologize to him. He does not deserve an apology!” Cali snapped, poking Joe in the chest with her finger repeatedly.
“Ow,” he said with a smile as he rubbed the spot on his chest.
“Cali, come on,” Vivian said, pulling her arm again.
“Turn it down, Jonas,” Cali told him sternly.
“Yes, ma’am,” he said, saluting her with his hand. Cali paused, staring at him – was it really that easy?
“Are you really going to turn it down?” She asked, a little bit surprised. Actually, a lot surprised.
“Yes, Cali. I will turn it down,” he chuckled.
“Uh… thank you,” she said awkwardly.
“No problem,” he said with an ever-present smirk on his face.
“Let’s go,” Vivian said and Cali finally let her pull her out of Joe’s apartment.
Vivian got Cali in bed and she passed out not long after. She was much drunker than she thought. She never really ever drank so much all at once. Cali woke up about three hours later with a seriously dry mouth and the sudden urge to go to the bathroom.
She stumbled to her bathroom and did her business. She looked in the mirror afterward and saw her disheveled appearance staring back at her. She quickly pulled her hair into a ponytail and washed her face. She was still wearing her bra and underwear from the night before, but Viv had somehow managed to slip her out of her dress. Cali was glad she did, because that dress was pretty damn expensive.
After she was done in the bathroom, she headed to the kitchen for a glass of water, but saw movement in the living room – on the couch. Viv had some guy in her apartment and she was having sex on her brand new couch. Oh, gross.
“Vivian Lee! That couch is brand new! If you get any sex secretions on the fabric I am going to murder you,” Cali told her, half-serious half-playful.
“Oh my god!” She heard Viv gasp. Cali giggled until the guy’s head popped up from beyond the couch.
“What the fuck!?” Cali yelled, her eyes wide with surprise.
Joe motherfucking Jonas.
“Cal…” Vivian said, hiding her face behind her hands.
“What the fuck are you doing in my apartment? Are you seriously fucking my best friend on my couch!?” Cali yelled at Joe. He stayed silent, just staring at her slack-jawed.
“What? Are you waiting for the blood to flow back to your brain? Get the fuck out of my house!” Cali screamed at him. He stood up quickly and gathered up his clothes. Cali quickly turned away so she wouldn’t have to see anything that would scar her for life.
“Cali –” She heard Joe say quietly.
“Get the fuck out, Joe,” Cali screeched. He didn’t say anything else and soon she heard the door open and then close.
“Cali…” Vivian said as she put her clothes back on quickly.
“I can’t believe you, Viv,” Cali said, anger filling her tone.
“I’m sorry,” she said, hanging her head.
“I don’t even care that you were having sex with him…” Cali started, but realized how wrong that statement felt to her. She did care.
“I am just angry you brought him here. He is the enemy!” Cali yelled.
“I know… I’m sorry. There were just so many people still at his house… and…” She stuttered.
“Save it, Viv. I’m going back to bed,” Cali said angrily as she walked back to her room without getting the water she so desperately needed.
She slammed her bedroom door and collapsed on her bed. Her mind was reeling. Her best friend was just having sex with her arch nemesis in her god damn house. She was angry. It bothered her more than it should. And good lord, the thought of Joe having sex messed with her head. He was never more than a dirty rat to her – someone to loathe because of how he treated her all those years ago. But now, her filthy dirty horny mind couldn’t stop thinking of him sexually and she was certain that’s what angered her the most. Joe Jonas was a sexual being and he made her lady parts tingle. Gross.
The next morning, Viv was already gone. Cali felt bad for the way she reacted. She text her to let her know she wasn’t angry at her – not really. It was just something she needed to get over.
When Cali went out to her kitchen to make some coffee, she heard a knock at her door. She was in no mood for dealing with anyone. She grumbled as she threw open the door. Standing in front of her was Joe with two coffees in his hands. Cali stared at him with a glare in her eyes. He held out one of the Starbucks cups to her, but she made no move to take it.
“Here,” he said eagerly.
“No, thank you,” she said with a bit of attitude.
“Cal, I got you a coffee. Just take it,” Joe told her.
“Why would I take anything from you?” She asked, glaring at him.
“You took a ride from me,” he pointed out.
“You fucked my best friend – in my apartment,” she shot back at him and he hung his head. Was Joe Jonas showing shame?
“I was really drunk,” he said quietly.
“So was I, but I managed not to fuck someone in my stupor,” she shot at him.
“Cali, I’m sorry. It was disrespectful…” He said, looking remorseful.
“You’re disrespectful by nature, so I don’t understand why you’re apologizing,” she snapped.
“Are you ever going to get over it!?” Joe grumbled, rolling his eyes at her.
“Why should I?” She yelled back.
“Because I’m not the same fucking person I was in high school!” He protested.
“I don’t understand why you’re even bothering with me. Who am I to you?” She asked, narrowing her eyes.
“I don’t know. My neighbor?” He offered, shrugging his shoulders. She scoffed, because what a stupid answer.
“Come on, Cali. I am really trying to be the good guy,” he said, looking at her hopefully.
Cali stared at him for a few more moments, trying to wrap her head around it. He held out the coffee for her one more time and reluctantly, she took it.
“If there is a roofie in this, I am fucking you up, Jonas,” Cali shot at him and he laughed out loud.
“What even?” Joe laughed and she narrowed her eyes at him.
“It’s roofie-free. I promise,” he said, his brown eyes dancing with amusement.
“So, yeah… thanks, I guess,” she said, holding the cup up.
“No problem,” he said with a smile.
“I’m not inviting you in,” she told him flat out.
“I wasn’t asking,” he countered.
“Good,” she said, feeling awkward that he was still there.
“Have a good day, Cal,” he said finally, turning toward his door.
“Yeah,” she said under her breath and watched as he unlocked his door.
Before he had a chance to look back and see her still watching him, she quickly shut her door and felt incredibly torn between hating Joe and feeling something other than hate for him. It made her feel all wrong.
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Two weeks passed – two fucking weeks since Cali saw Joe having sex on her couch and her filthy mind was so wrapped up in it that she kept waking up from dirty dreams about him. In every single one of them, he was like some sort of sex god – dominating her with every move he made. It was really distressing to her. Her unconscious mind needed to get a new fantasy.
Because of her new night terrors – as she referred to them – she was avoiding Joe as much as she could. Which really wasn’t all that hard to do. She was super busy with work. She had a few spreads she was doing and two consecutive runway shows. Plus, she scheduled a shoot for new headshots for her portfolio. It was a lot of work to get done in a short amount of time.
She came home that Thursday night completely exhausted. All she wanted to do was take a long hot bath and have a few glasses of wine. She quickly grabbed her mail, looking through it as she ascended the stairs to her apartment. Bills, bills, bills... She stopped in her tracks when she noticed Joe’s name on some of the mail. Then she realized she must have all of Joe’s mail mixed in with her. Seriously, could the mailman not tell the difference between apartment ‘C’ and apartment ‘D’?
Cali went to go knock on his door to give it to him, but hesitated. She heard music coming from his apartment and she was pretty sure it wasn’t pre-recorded. She was almost certain someone was presently playing it with an acoustic guitar. It took a few seconds, but she recognized the song too. It was House of Cards by Radiohead. And then she heard Joe start singing and she felt completely intrusive. She was eavesdropping and she shouldn’t be. She turned on her heels to unlock her apartment and she could still hear Joe singing. But not just singing, he was belting it out. She was impressed – seriously impressed. She had no idea he had the chops.
She went into her apartment and put the mail on her kitchen counter. She would bring it to him later. She figured she’d give him a little while to make his music and whatnot, then she could stop by.
When she went back into the kitchen to get something to eat a little while later, she noticed the mail still sitting there. It felt really weird to have anything of Joe’s in her apartment – even though there was no doubt probably some sort of sexual secretion from him on her brand new couch. Yuck. It was probably haunting her and causing the fucked up dreams she was having.
She made herself a quick salad and bagan to eat it, sitting alone at her center island counter. She kept eyeing the mail. It seriously just felt odd having his mail sitting on her counter. Half way through her salad, she abruptly stood up and grabbed the mail. She had to get it out of her face.
She walked out of her apartment, still hearing music. This time she knew the song right away. Joe was singing Mixtape by Brand New – one of her very favorite bands. She stood there, listening to it for a little bit before she knocked. The music stopped immediately.
“Come in!” She heard him shout. Cali took a deep breath before she pushed the door open.
“Cali? What are you doing here? Here for some sugar?” He asked, making a joke. Cali rolled her eyes, but smiled at him anyway.
“Uh, the mailman put some of – well, I think all of your mail in my box,” she said, wiggling it in her hand as she made her way over to him. He was sitting on the chair in his living room with his acoustic guitar in his lap and a pick in his hand.
“Thanks,” he said with a genuine smile.
“Brand New, huh?” She asked casually.
“You know of them?” Joe asked, looking surprised.
“They’re like my favorite,” she said with a smile.
She used to listen to Brand New a lot in high school. There were a lot of bands she listened to that got her through her tough times. But, Brand New was her absolute favorite and her sister actually took her to one of their shows years back. It was one of the best nights of her life.
“I didn’t think anyone remembered Brand New nowadays. I don’t even know if they’re still together,” Joe said with a smile.
“Last I heard they were making music again,” Cali told him awkwardly. She knew… every detail… because Brand New was her favorite, but Joe didn’t need to know she was some band stalker.
“Hmm,” Joe hummed, nodding his head.
“I heard you playing Radiohead earlier too,” she told him.
“Okay, come on. Really? You listen to Radiohead too?” He asked in disbelief.
“I’m sure there are a lot of bands I listen to that you wouldn’t believe,” she said, rolling her eyes.
“I’ll have to look through your music collection sometime,” he said, looking at her skeptically.
“I didn’t know you could sing,” she blurted out as she sat down on his couch. What compelled her to do so, she had no idea. It was weird. She could tell Joe was thinking the same thing, because his eyebrow arched a little when she did.
“Uh, yeah. My friend’s and I kind of have a band,” he said awkwardly.
“What? No way.”
“Mm-hmm. Me and Nick and a few other guys,” he said, nodding his head.
“What kind of music?” She asked, feeling intrigued. She really did love music.
“Nothing as good as Radiohead and Brand New, obviously,” he said and Cali could see a slight blush creep up his face.
“Do you guys like, do live shows and stuff?” Cali asked. She had no idea what came over her and why she was freely having a conversation with him.
“Here and there,” he said with a shrug.
“Are you any good?” She asked, quirking an eyebrow. He shrugged again.
“Why are you being so bashful? It’s weird,” she blurted out. He looked up at her and chuckled.
“This whole conversation is weirding me out. I don’t even know why I’m over here,” Cali said, standing up from the couch.
“Where are you going?” Joe asked, sounding as if he didn’t want her to leave.
“Home,” she said, pointing back toward his door.
“Why? We’re having our first civil conversation in… like, ever and you’re just going to leave?” Joe asked, looking at her incredulously.
“Joe, we’re not friends,” she reminded him.
“I consider you my friend,” he countered, which threw her for a loop. Huh?
“You’ve really got a warped sense of what a friend is then,” Cali said, letting out a small laugh.
“We’ve got a show coming up,” he told her, bringing up his band again.
“You and Nick?” She asked curiously.
“Yeah. On Saturday. It’s just at a small club – but it’s a show,” Joe told her.
“That’s cool,” she said, nodding her head.
“You should come,” he invited her, causing her to give him an odd look.
“I could give you a ride,” he told her.
Her mind was seriously blown. Was she having another one of her night terrors? Was he about to walk over and take her right there on his couch?
“Uh… I’ll have to think about it,” she stammered, feeling extremely weird. He nodded, bowing his head to look down at his guitar as he plucked a few notes.
“Um, I’m going to… go,” Cali said, taking a step back, knocking into the arm of the couch.
“I haven’t seen you around much lately,” he said, continuing the conversation.
“Yeah, I’ve had a lot of work,” she told him. Plus, she was avoiding him like the plague, which is why it didn’t make sense that she was standing in his apartment, having a real conversation with him.
“Had any good photo shoots that I missed out on?” He asked, smirking deviously at her.
“A few,” she said, cocking her head, giving him a playful smile.
“Damn,” he scoffed and she let out a light laugh.
“I’ll see you around, Joe,” Cali said, walking toward the door.
“Saturday,” he reminded her and she chuckled.
“I’ll think about it,” she told him again with a smile.
“I’ll buy you a drink,” he offered, sweetening the pot.
“Maybe,” she said, smiling as she opened the door.
“See ya around,” he said, finally ending the conversation.
“Bye,” she said and walked through his doorway, shutting it behind her.
Her smile was still on her face as she walked back into her place and she had no idea why.
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On Saturday morning Joe caught Cali in the hallway as she was getting her paper.
“Hey,” he said, beaming a wide smile at her.
“Hi,” she said awkwardly.
“So, you haven’t answered whether or not you’re coming tonight,” Joe told her.
“Where?” She deadpanned.
“To my show,” he said, looking at her dumbfounded.
“I was kidding. I remember,” she told him.
“Oh, ha,” he said chuckling. She couldn’t help but smirk at him. He actually looked relieved.
“Are you coming?” He asked again.
“I suppose I could swing by,” she said, quirking her eyebrow.
“Oh, you can pencil me in? How nice,” Joe joked.
“I mentioned it to Vivian and she said she’d be down with going too,” Cali told him.
“Oh,” he said awkwardly, his eyes darting to the floor.
“What?” Cali asked.
“The thing… that happened with her…” He started to say and Cali immediately waved her hand for him to stop. She didn’t want to think about it and she sure as hell didn’t want to talk about it.
“No, seriously, Cali. It was… really stupid. I shouldn’t have…” He stammered, looking at her apologetically.
“I’m over it, Joe,” she told him, waving it off again.
“I just feel really terrible,” he said, looking genuinely remorseful.
“Why? It’s not a big deal,” she said, shrugging it off, even though it kind of was a big deal to her.
Joe nodded and dropped the subject, for which she was grateful. She didn’t want to talk about it anymore… ever.
“So then, I’ll see you tonight,” she told him, trying to change the subject quickly.
“I’ll, uh… text you the information,” Joe said awkwardly.
“Sounds good,” she told him.
“See you later,” he said with a smile.
“Bye,” she said and closed her door.
Things were pretty awkward because she didn’t know how to act around him. Everything was weird. It was like the world was spinning the opposite way on its axis. Like up was down and down was up. Her mind was a jumbled mess.
Vivian came over a few hours before the show to get ready with Cali.
“So, he like, invited you to his show?” Viv asked curiously.
“Yeah. On Thursday night,” Cali said, digging through her closet.
“So… what’s going on with that then?” She asked as she sat on Cali’s bed scrolling through her cell phone.
“What do you mean?” Cali asked, looking at her confused.
“He asked you to his show. Does he like you?” She asked, quirking an eyebrow.
“Pssh, no,” Cali laughed out loud.
“Sounds like he does to me,” Viv chuckled.
“What? Yeah, right. We hate each other. Which one?” Cali said, holding up a purple dress and a black dress.
“Black. What do you mean, ‘yeah right’? He asked you to his show. And look at you!” She pointed out.
“What?” Cali asked, slipping into the black dresses.
“Look at the two skimpy dresses you picked out to go to some club to see some band of some guy you don’t even like,” she explained.
“All I own are skimpy dresses,” Cali said, rolling her eyes.
“Yeah, and you also own jeans and a t-shirt,” she chuckled.
“So you’re saying I should wear jeans and a t-shirt?” Cali asked, quirking her eyebrow.
“No, but you’re dressing to impress – even if it’s subconsciously,” Viv laughed.
“I’m changing right now,” Cali scoffed, pulling down the strap of the black dress.
“Hell no, you’re not! You better keep that dress on, Calista Freemont! Your ass looks exceptional in it!” Vivian protested, jumping up from the bed to stop her.
“I’m not wearing it for him,” Cali warned her.
“No. And why would you? He’s only an extremely hot eligible bachelor that just happens to live across the hall from you,” Vivian said in her usual sarcastic tone.
“And he just so happens to be a prick. But I’m not getting into it. I’ve beaten that horse to death,” Cali said as she began applying her eyeliner.
“Well, yeah. There’s only so many times one can say that a person ruined their life before the fact that they’re dwelling on it begins to be the thing that ruins their life,” she said with implication in her tone. Cali gave her a glare through the mirror and Vivian laughed.
“Like I said, I’m not going to get into it,” Cali shot at her.
The two girls took a cab to the club and Cali had to chuckle, because it was the same club her sister took her to see Brand New back in the day.
Nick and Joe’s band, Jonas, was the second band to play. It was really weird seeing them onstage. Calista watched as Joe tuned his bass guitar, thinking about how much she really loved live music. There were a couple other guys in the band. One of them – the bass player, Cali recognized from the party she crashed at Joe’s when she was drunk.
When they began their set, Cali and Viv stood to the side with their drinks in their hands. Jonas had quite the little fan base going in the front row. It was amusing. When Joe began to sing, Cali was mesmerized. But it wasn’t even just Joe that she was mesmerized by. It was all of them – their whole dynamic. They were good, really good. Cali couldn’t believe how good the little shit Nick was too. He was definitely an entertainer, cracking jokes and whatnot while up onstage. And Joe… his voice and the way he played the guitar – oh, Lord. Cali had a feeling her erotic dreams were about to be revised.
After their set, Viv and Cali went back to the bar to get refills on their drinks.
“They were pretty damn good,” Viv commented, smirking over at Cali.
“Yeah, I guess,” she said, shrugging her shoulders.
“You guess? Holy shit, those guys were super sexy up there,” she said enthusiastically. Cali just had to laugh, because ugh, they were.
“Hey, Cali. How’s it going?” She heard from behind her, turning to see Rhys.
“Oh, hey! How are you?” She asked with a smile.
“Good. And yourself?” He asked.
“Awesome,” she said, beaming a smile at him.
“So, fancy seeing you here,” he said, looking at her skeptically.
“Uh, yeah… Joe invited me,” she said awkwardly.
“I thought you two didn’t get along,” he said, looking confused.
“Uh, we’re trying to be… neighborly,” she told him.
“Ha, okay,” he said, nodding his head.
Just then, she got a nudge from Viv in the side.
“Uh, Rhys… this is my friend Vivian. I don’t know if you two met,” she said, smiling politely. Vivian was with her at the club when she met Rhys, but she must have been off in her own little world.
“No. I don’t believe we have. Rhys,” he introduced himself, shaking Vivian’s hand.
“Vivian,” she said, smiling flirtatiously at him.
“Great,” Cali said with a smile.
Seconds later, she saw Joe making his way toward them. He was sweaty and sexy, wearing black skinny jeans and a white v-neck t-shirt. When their eyes met, his lips turned up into a smile. She bit her lip, watching as he ran his fingers through the front tuft of his hair. Why was that so sexy?
“You came,” he said, smirking widely at her.
“Yep,” she said, smiling bashfully at him. Out of the corner of her eye she noticed that Rhys and Vivian were having their own little conversation, not paying them any attention.
“How about that drink?” Joe asked her as he squeezed in next to her at the bar. Cali turned toward the bar and gulped down the last sip of the drink in her hand.
“I’m ready for it,” she laughed.
“Okay, then,” he chuckled.
They ordered their drinks and the bartender went to make them.
“You guys were good,” Cali told Joe.
“You think?” He asked with a bashful grin on his face.
“Yeah,” she said, smiling over at him. She could have sworn she saw a blush creep up his cheeks through the dim lighting of the club.
“Modesty looks good on you, Jonas,” she told him and he let out a laugh.
Cali and Joe drank their drinks as they talked animatedly with one another. It was weird to her that, all of a sudden, the two of them became so chatty with each other. They barely had a real conversation with each other in all the years they went to school together and now, once Cali let down her walls a bit, she was beginning to realize they had much more in common then she would have ever thought. When they were finished with their drinks, Joe ordered more. The rest of the guys from the band came over and got drinks as well.
Cali could already feel the alcohol coursing through her veins, making her feel light and airy. She had two or three drinks before Jonas took the stage and now she was probably on like her fifth or sixth one. She was sitting on the bar stool next to Joe as he talked with the bass player and drummer from his band – Greg and Jack. Vivian was deep in conversation with Rhys. It really looked like they were hitting it off and Cali was almost positive that Viv was going to go home with him at the end of the night.
“Hey, wanna go watch the next band?” Joe asked Cali, hitting her knee lightly with the back of his hand.
“Oh, yeah. Sure,” she said, standing up from the bar stool, the alcohol making her brain feel wonky.
“Do you need another drink?” Joe asked, pointing back to the bar before he left his spot. Cali looked down at her empty drink.
“Sure,” she said, throwing caution to the wind. She most definitely didn’t need it, but why not? Joe ordered her another one and handed it to her with a smile on his face.
“Thanks,” she said, smiling back at him. Joe was looking sexier and sexier with every drink she drank.
She followed him through the crowd as they made their way closer to the stage. The band was good, but Jonas was definitely better. When the set was almost over, Jonas’ drummer, Jack came over and told Joe something that Cali didn’t have a chance of hearing over the loud music.
“Hey, I think we’re all going back to my place. Do you need a ride?” He asked, leaning in close to her ear.
“Where’s Viv?” Cali asked, trying to look back at the bar, but there were too many people in the way.
“I don’t know. Probably at the bar still,” he said with a shrug.
“I need to see what she’s doing,” she told him.
“Okay,” he said as he led her back to the bar.
Viv and Rhys were still talking and drinking, looking pretty cozy with each other.
“Vivy…” Cali crooned as she tickled her back with her fingernails.
“Hey, baby girl,” Vivian said, wrapping her arm around Cali, snuggling her nose to her cheek. She was drunk, but so was Cali.
“I’m gonna go with Rhys. Is that okay?” She asked with a pleading look in her eye.
“I guess so,” Cali told her.
“You can go with your hot neighbor, right?” Vivian asked, quirking her eyebrow suggestively.
“Yeah,” Cali said, sending Vivian a slight glare.
“I saw you two. He totally wants you, Cali. He wants to fuck you,” she said, slurring her words as her grip tightened around Cali.
“Shut up, Viv. I’m gonna go,” Cali said, pulling her arms off of her.
“Bye, baby!” Vivian said and left a sloppy kiss on her cheek.
“You have a good time,” Cali laughed.
“I always do,” she said with a smile.
“Bye, Rhys,” Cali said, squeezing his shoulder.
“Bye, love,” Rhys said, puckering his lips, making a kissing gesture.
When Cali turned to find Joe, she saw him talking to Jack again. She walked over to the duo, hoping it wouldn’t be as awkward as she felt.
“Are you coming?” Joe asked.
“Yeah,” she said with a nod.
“Awesome,” he said, sending her a wide smile.
“Let’s roll,” Jack told them.
As the guys started moving through the crowd, Joe grabbed Cali’s hand and led her out. She almost ripped her hand out of his as a natural reaction, but relaxed with it. It kind of even made her smile, but she wanted to vomit at the same time because it made her nervous.
During the drive home, Cali sat in the back of the band’s van with Joe as all the guys talked about their set. She could really feel the alcohol and all she wanted to do was go to sleep.
Once they got to the apartment, Joe let the guys into his place, but stayed in the hallway to talk to Cali.
“Want to come hang?” He asked, pointing back at his door.
“I think I’m going to go to bed,” she said, her eyes half-lidded from the alcohol.
“Oh, come on. Live a little,” he said, nudging her.
“I can’t remember the last time I drank this much,” she giggled, steadying herself up against the wall.
“So, don’t waste it. Come hang out and have a good time. I think you and I are finally getting past all the bullshit,” Joe said, looking super adorable. Cali couldn’t help but smile at him.
“Come on,” he insisted, grabbing her hand again as he pulled her into his apartment.
They hung out with the guys for a while. Cali felt so out of place. She was the only girl with about six guys all together. They were all talking about going out to another bar to continue their night. Cali was kind of glad they were going to leave, because it meant she could go home and go to sleep.
“You coming, Joey?” Jack asked. Joey? Ha.
“Nah. I’m getting tired. You guys go,” Joe said, waving him off.
“Pussy!” He retorted.
“Screw off, Lawless,” Joe said, flipping him off.
Once the guys finally left, Joe collapsed down on the couch next to Cali with a sigh.
“I think I’m going to go to bed,” Cali told him, feeling extremely uncomfortable that it was just the two of them.
“You’re going to go? Really?” He asked, looking almost hurt that she would leave.
“I’m completely exhausted and undoubtedly very drunk,” she told him and Joe laughed.
“Why is that funny?” She asked, smacking his arm playfully.
“I don’t know. I’ve just never seen you so drunk,” he laughed.
“Shut up,” she said, smacking him again.
“Oww. Stop hitting,” he laughed. She smacked him again for good measure, to which he grabbed her knee in response and squeezed it.
“Stop it!” She yelped and squirmed away from him.
“Ticklish, huh?” He laughed.
“Don’t even think about it!” She said sternly, pointing her finger at him. He laughed out loud and she could see the mischief dancing in his eyes.
“Don’t,” she warned him again when the smile stayed on his face.
“I didn’t do anything,” he protested with a laugh.
“You were thinking it,” she countered and he laughed again.
The two of them were silent for a few moments, sitting on the couch next to one another and all Cali could think about was how she wished she were sleeping, but liked where she was too.
“You know what’s funny?” Joe asked, breaking her thoughts.
“Hmm?” She asked, leaning her head on the back of the couch as she looked over at him.
“We’ve been living next door to each other for a couple months now and I’ve already seen you naked like three times,” Joe laughed and Cali scoffed loudly.
“Pervert!” She laughed, hitting him again. His deep laugh echoed through the apartment.
“You have not seen me naked three times!” She protested.
“Have too,” he said, smiling deviously at her.
“No! Okay, that one time you saw my boobs because you were fricken’ pulling a B&E in my apartment,” she conceded.
“B&E?” He laughed.
“Breaking & entering,” she explained and he laughed.
“I did not B or E. I was standing at the door. I did not come in,” he laughed.
“You still stole the goods – and by goods, I mean looking at my boobs,” Cali said, crossing her arms over her chest tightly, causing him to laugh again.
“That I did,” he chuckled.
“Perv,” she said, elbowing him.
“You are a violent drunk,” he laughed, rubbing his arm.
“I am not,” she laughed.
“Pssh, whatever. I’m going to have bruises all over my arm from you,” he said, lifting up his sleeve to check his arm out.
“Whatever, Jonas,” she said, rolling her eyes. He chuckled lightly as he dropped his sleeve and looked over at her.
“When were the other times?” She asked, really curious as to when he thought he saw her naked.
“What other times?” He asked.
“When you supposedly saw me naked,” she reminded him.
“Your photoshoot,” he pointed out.
“I had body paint on!” She protested.
“Still counts!” He said with a wide smile.
“Nuh-uh!” She laughed.
“I saw your nipples and lady parts. It counts,” he laughed.
“You’re gross,” she said, pushing him.
“And… okay, maybe I only saw you naked twice, but I’ve seen you in your panties a lot,” he chuckled.
“Never again,” she scoffed, crossing her arms over her chest again.
“Are you so sure about that?” He asked, quirking an eyebrow at her.
“Positive,” she told him.
“Is that like, a challenge or something that I’m going to have to win?” He questioned, letting out a chuckle.
“No. Absolutely not,” Cali laughed.
“I think it is,” he said, squeezing her knee again.
“Joe!” She yelped and he laughed out loud.
“God, I had a dream that started out just like this,” she blurted out before she realized what she was saying. Holy shit.
“What? A sex dream? About me?” He asked, looking shocked. Her face blushed immediately, knowing she’d stuck her foot in her mouth.
“What? No!” She said, trying to save face.
“You’re lying right now. Your face is so red!” He laughed.
“It’s red because I’m drunk,” she protested.
“Nuh-uh! You had a sex dream about me!” He teased. God. What would he say if he knew she had multiple sex dreams about him?
“Oh my god,” Cali said, holding her hand over her embarrassed face.
“What were we doing?” He asked curiously.
“Each other, obviously,” she blurted, confirming what he already knew was true. He laughed even harder.
“I had no idea you thought of me that way, Cals,” he said, pleased with himself.
“I don’t,” she shot back.
“Obviously,” he said sarcastically.
“Joe, shut up. Oh my god,” Cali said, standing up from the couch.
“Where are you going?” He asked quickly, his smile dropping off his face.
“To bed,” she said, walking past him. But he caught her arm and pulled her down on his lap.
She looked back at him with a shocked expression, while he looked deep into her eyes. The moment got serious really fast and Cali’s heart pounding against her chest.
“Joe…” She breathed, her mouth suddenly so dry.
“Cali…” He cooed.
Another sexually tense moment passed and then his lips were on hers as his hand snaked up behind her neck to pull her in closer. Her dream hadn’t exactly happened like that, but it was close.
Joe’s tongue found its way into Cali’s mouth as she began kissing him back. Her mind was telling her to get up and run, but her body wouldn’t allow it. Her fingers, as if they had a mind of their own, tangled themselves into his hair. Joe released his grip on the back of her neck as his hands began pulling her hips closer. Joe’s kisses were easy to lose herself in. He was an incredible kisser, better than most of the men she’d kissed.
She felt his hands leave her hips and move up the front of her body, grabbing hold of her breasts in them. She moaned against his lips and he took it as an invitation of sorts, because he pushed the straps of her dress down for easier access to her chest. Never faltering once with his kisses, he was able to push the front of her dress down. Cali broke the kiss to moan as his thumb flicked across her hardening nipple. His hot mouth moved down the length of her neck, leaving sensual kisses all the way across her erogenous zone.
His mouth met her breasts with fervor, sucking, teasing, nipping at them both as his hand moved down her back, pulling up the hem of her dress so he could get a grip on her bare bum. He was talented, she would give him that much. This Joe was giving dream Joe a run for his money.
“Bedroom?” He moaned against her collar bone.
“Uh-huh,” she breathed, wrapping her arms around his neck.
The two of them stumbled off the couch before their lips were on one another’s again. Joe gripped her beneath her bottom and she jumped up in his arms, wrapping her legs around his waist. Once they were over the threshold of his bedroom doorway, Joe kicked the door shut behind them.
Cali couldn’t believe what was happening and almost wondered if she was dreaming all along.
Once the door was shut behind them, Joe dropped Cali onto the bed, standing above her. She bit her lip as she looked up at him. He was looking down at her, his eyes were filled with lust and wonder.
“This dress… it was made to give a guy a hard-on,” Joe said, smirking at her as he slid his hands smoothly down her body. Cali couldn’t help but smirk at him.
“And your body… oh god, your body,” he groaned as he gripped onto her hips and pulled her bum to the edge of the bed, his body standing between her opened legs.
He grabbed for the hem of his shirt and pulled it over his head, revealing his perfectly chiseled abdomen. She also got an eye full of his vast array of tattoos that covered his arms. Oh, god. He was incredible. Cali sat up, gripping onto his hips and Joe leaned down to kiss her.
“Unzip me?” She asked as she got up on her knees and turned around so he could help her out of her dress.
“Mmm,” he hummed.
Cali felt his fingers grasp the zipper at the top of the dress – and then his lips met the skin on her shoulder and he kissed all the way down as he pulled the zipper lower. Another erogenous zone – he seemed to know them all. Once the zipper was down, Joe’s hands slipped around her and worked their way into the front of her dress, pushing it down with his hands while his mouth moved seductively against her neck. Cali’s head fell back with a moan as his hands came back up and cupped her bare breasts.
“You have an amazing body,” he breathed in her ear.
“Mmm,” she moaned.
“Lie down,” he commanded and she obeyed – lying down on her back.
He grabbed the tiny black dress and pulled it off of her body, leaving her in only her black lacy thong. His hand rubbed up the length of her torso and his mouth met the ticklish spot around her navel.
“Oh, Joe,” she moaned, her fingers wrapping in the hair on the top of his head.
“Is that how you moan in your dreams?” He asked seductively, looking up at her.
“All the time,” she cooed as she smirked down at him.
“Oh, god,” he groaned.
His index fingers twirled around the sides of her lacy panties and slowly, as if he was cataloging every moment, pulled them down her long, slender legs.
“So god damn perfect,” he groaned. He was making her entire body tingle with anticipation.
Cali sat up on her elbows, looking at him. She wanted him to be as naked as she was. He eyed her, she eyed him and she almost couldn’t believe this was happening. Her younger self would be so ashamed of her now. Or would she?
Sitting up completely, Cali’s hands worked fast at unbuttoning and unzipping his tight jeans, all the while Joe stood there smirking down at her, his eyes hooded and glazed. Cali’s arms wrapped around his waist as she pushed his jeans and boxer briefs down in one fell swoop, revealing more tattoos on his thighs. The more clothes she took off of him, the more she learned about him. He kicked out of his jeans instantly, biting his bottom lip as he looked at her with his hazy eyes. She couldn’t help but get a good look of his girth – the large cock that stood at attention in front of her. She did that to him. She turned him on.
He was standing in front of her, naked and beautiful. What a magnificent creature. Cali pulled herself up to stand in front him and his hands fell to her hips. They looked into each other’s eyes for what felt like forever. Her mind was no longer telling her to run. It was telling her that this was the closure she needed to block off all the hurt he caused her in high school. It wouldn’t undo it, but it could help her move past it.
Her lips smashed into his and his hand came up to tangle into her dark locks. Their kisses were hurried and passionate. They both wanted each other so incredibly fiercely. Joe quietly guided her back to the bed and crawled up on top of her.
Cali could feel his erection pressing against her navel and it only made her desire it more. His hand came down and pulled her right leg up so her knee was parallel to his left hip. His other hand moved slowly down the front of her body and cupped her mound before slipping two fingers inside of her.
“Oh,” she gasped from the feel of his appendages filling her sensitive cavity.
He worked his fingers in and out of her as her head fell back and his mouth moved swiftly over her throat – kissing and sucking. This man was everything she dreamed him to be, but better. She never had a lover be so incredibly in tuned to what her body wanted – what her body needed. Somehow Joe just knew.
“Oh my god,” she moaned as his fingers sped up their rhythm.
Cali’s head leaned forward to meet his eyes, which were staring back at her. He was contently watching every reaction and twitch her body made as he finger-fucked her.
“Oh, god. Ohhh, god,” Cali moaned and reached down to stop his hand. The pleasure was way too intense.
Her body relaxed against the mattress as he slowly slipped his fingers out of her. His lips attached to hers again and she almost felt as if he would bruise them if he pressed any harder.
Joe pulled himself back up and reached across to the nightstand drawer, grabbing a condom out of it. Cali smirked at his ingenious thinking. There was no way her drunken sex-filled mind would have remembered. He must have been well-practiced in this. She watched as he ripped open the foil wrapper and retrieved the little baby-blocker from it. He rolled it down his well-endowed shaft before positioning himself above her again.
“Are you ready, Calista?” He asked, and for some reason, she loved hearing her full name on his tongue. It filled her with a sense of acceptance – like somehow just by saying her name right before he was about to have sex with her for the first time made them equals or something.
“Yes, Joe. I am ready,” she answered, making sure to say his name too, even though she knew it wouldn’t mean the same to him.
He leaned down and kissed her softly on the lips before his hand snaked down and guided himself inside her. Cali let out a gasp as pleasure raked through her body as he entered, filling her up completely. As he began thrusting, she began gasping for air. He kept up a nice steady rhythm as his mouth kissed along her collar bone and every thrust hit her spot.
“Oh,” she moaned.
“I love hearing your moans,” Joe breathed in her ear. She giggled, not only at his words, but because his breath tickled her ear.
“You’re beautiful,” he moaned. His words meant more to her than he could ever know.
“Faster, Joe,” she commanded, her fingers digging bluntly into his flesh, gripping him tightly in her arms.
He pulled himself up and she was forced to let go of him, but he started thrusting in deeper, faster, harder until she was crying out in pleasurable moans.
“Oh, Jesus, Joe. Fuck,” she gasped loudly.
“Just like that?” He grunted.
“Just. Like. That,” she moaned one syllable at a time.
The banter fell to the wayside and all that filled the air was their skin-to-skin contact, their labored breathing and their occasional moans and grunts. It was filled with moments of pure pleasure.
“Oh… Joe… ohh…” She moaned as her body began to shutter and she knew she was close.
“Let go,” he urged her and she did. Her body trembled underneath him as he continued thundering into her. It made her orgasm last just that much longer. Joe came not long after with a force of a hurricane, grunting as he spilled himself into her.
Joe collapsed against her body a moment later, both of their breathing ragged and labored. Cali’s mind was spinning. Her whole body tingled with after-shocks and she knew she might not recover.
“Oh, god. That was…” Joe said breathlessly.
“Uh-huh,” she breathed.
“That was…” He repeated.
“Uh-huh,” she agreed.
“God,” he groaned as he pulled out, sitting up on his knees.
He slowly peeled the condom off and jumped up out of bed, leaving the room. Cali took the opportunity to snuggle up inside the covers on his bed. She was so tired, she couldn’t even move. She could already feel herself nodding off before he even came back. The last thing she remembered was Joe sliding into the bed with her before snaking his arm around her waist, spooning her to his naked body.
The morning light was bright. Cali already knew she didn’t want to be awake. She knew she drank entirely way too much last night after watching Joe’s band perform and by the ache she felt wrapping around her brain, she knew she would be nursing a pretty bad hangover. She buried her face deeper into the pillow. It smelt like men’s cologne and she couldn’t comprehend why, but she didn’t care either. Sleep was taking priority over everything and she wanted desperately to get back to it. She wondered what time it was, but didn’t dare open her eyes.
A flash of Joe’s naked body hovering over her flashed through her mind. Her dream last night was definitely intense, as she knew it would be after watching him perform onstage last night. Then she recalled watching Joe’s face as he came to his end. Her body froze. Her dreams never lasted until the end, especially not his end. What. The. Hell. Cali slowly opened her eyes, one at a time. It was so bright, she had to close them back up. Slower than before, letting her pupils adjust, she opened her eyes. She was not in her bed and she was definitely not alone. She sat up, holding the covers against her chest. Lying next to her, face down on his stomach was none other than Joe Jonas.
There was an intensified sense of shame that washed over Cali because the memories of having sex with Joe. She was waking up with all these images in her head of them together and she was quickly realizing they were no longer just dreams. It was reality. Things with Joe drastically changed in one drunken night and now she was waking up in his bed, naked.
Slowly, she crawled out of his bed, making sure not to wake him. She looked down at the clothes discarded on the floor. She really didn’t want to put that dress back on. She grabbed her underwear and put them on, but then grabbed Joe’s t-shirt and boxers and threw them over herself.
She gathered her dress up off the floor and looked over at Joe sleeping in his bed. He really was beautiful. She took a moment to gaze at him before she tip-toed out of his room, quietly closing the door behind her. She found her purse sitting by the couch in his living room. After she retrieved it, she slowly opened his apartment door, praying no one would see her. Except she wasn’t so lucky. The mailman saw her walk of shame. Ha. She unlocked her apartment door and went inside.
She couldn’t believe she did something like that with Joe, of all people. She went to her bedroom immediately and stripped out of Joe’s clothes. The shower was screaming her name. She let the hot water wash over her, cleansing Joe from her. But it would never be able to cleanse her mind. She could still feel Joe all over her. She could feel him in her. It wasn’t something that was just going to go away.
After she got out of the shower, she dressed in sweats, feeling like she just needed to relax and lay low. But how low could she lay when Joe lived across the hall? She had a feeling he would come looking for her, so she left. She took the subway to her sister’s house. She needed someone to talk to and she figured Viv was busy waking up next to Rhys.
“What are you doing here, Cali?” Her sister Reina asked with a smile.
“I need to talk to you,” she told her.
“Why do you look so…” She trailed off, staring at her younger sister oddly.
“Hungover?” Cali asked, quirking her eyebrow.
“Yeah,” Reina laughed.
“Because I am,” Cali grumbled as her sister let her in.
“So, what’s going on?” She asked as the two of them moved deeper into the house.
“Uh, you know how I told you that Joe Jonas lives across the hall from me now?” Cali asked, eyeing her sister.
“Yeah. That little fucker from high school?” Reina asked, narrowing her eyes.
“Yeah,” Cali said, looking shamefully down at the floor.
“What did he do to you, Cali? God. I can’t believe he is still pulling shit on you. What a fucking prick. He’s a grown man,” she scoffed angrily.
“No… god, no,” Cali said, waving her hand through the air. Reina stopped to look at her, confused.
“We’ve been getting along actually,” Cali told her, another wave of shame filling her.
“Oh, Cali. You didn’t,” Reina gasped, realizing what happened. Cali looked up at her with guilty eyes.
“I did,” she said, nodding her head, looking away from her sister’s disappointment.
“You slept with him!?” She yelped incredulously.
“We were really drunk. I went to see his band play and… and he’s been really nice lately. And then we were in his apartment…” Cali stammered her explanation as she began to pace the floor.
“What were you doing in his apartment anyway?” Reina asked skeptically.
“Well, he had a bunch of people over, but they all ended up leaving to go to the bar. And I told him I was going to go home and sleep… but then…” Cali explained, but cut herself off.
“Then what?” Reina asked, intrigued about how on earth she would let Joe Jonas have sex with her.
“Then he grabbed my arm and pulled me into his lap. And then we kissed… and god, I don’t remember a whole lot, but he… he was really good,” Cali told her, finally looking at her. Reina laughed out loud.
“I’m glad you can laugh at my misfortune,” Cali scoffed, staring at her dumb-founded.
“Well, it doesn’t sound like misfortune to me. It sounds like it was something you subconsciously wanted or else you wouldn’t have let it happen so easily,” Reina pointed out.
“Damn you and your psych major,” Cali said, glaring at her and Reina laughed again.
“Do you like him?” She asked curiously.
“I don’t know. He’s Joe Jonas,” Cali scoffed.
“How does he make you feel?” Reina asked.
“Well, last night – pretty damn good,” Cali laughed lightly.
“Sounds like it,” Reina chuckled.
“I’ve been having a lot of dreams about him lately,” Cali went on to say.
“What kind of dreams?” She asked, quirking an eyebrow, like she was psychoanalyzing her.
“Uh… sex dreams,” Cali told her, biting at her lip.
“Interesting,” Reina said and Cali rolled her eyes.
“Well, in my opinion, if you like him just talk to him,” Reina told her.
“I don’t know if I like him,” Cali countered and it was Reina’s turn to roll her eyes.
“Sounds to me like you do,” she said with a light laugh.
“You really are no help,” Cali scoffed playfully.
Reina made Cali breakfast and she just hung around her house for a few hours before she decided to go back home. She was completely dreading seeing Joe. She just wanted to avoid him again, but as soon as she walked up the stairs, he opened his apartment door.
“Cali…” He breathed.
“Hi,” she said, reaching the top of the stairs, her nerves making her stomach queasy.
“Uh… where did you go?” He asked curiously. He was only wearing pajama pants and it was hard to keep her eyes off of his abs.
“I-I had things to do this morning,” she told him, fibbing a little.
“Oh, okay. You know you could have woken me,” he said as his gaze fell to the floor.
“Listen, Joe… I can’t really remember a whole lot from last night, but I don’t think it was the best decision we made,” Cali said, knowing she didn’t mean what she was saying.
“Oh…” he said, sounding disappointed.
“I’m sorry, but I don’t think we should…” Cali trailed off as his eyes came back up and met hers.
“It’s okay, Cal. Really,” he said, rubbing the back of his neck. Cali nodded, dropping her eyes away from him.
“Listen though, Joe…” She said quietly.
“Hmm…” He hummed.
“I-I’m really glad we’re… friends now, though,” she told him as their eyes met again.
“Yeah. Me, too,” he agreed as a small smile turned up his lips. He looked incredibly adorable and made her smile too.
“The mailman saw my walk of shame this morning,” Cali grinned and Joe laughed out loud.
“He’s on to you now,” Joe laughed.
“Don’t I know it,” Cali laughed.
They stood there in an awkward silence for a moment before Joe spoke again.
“Uh. Did you take my clothes?” He asked curiously.
“Uh, yeah. Sorry. I didn’t want to put that damn dress back on,” she said, her cheeks blushing.
“It’s cool,” he said, smirking at her.
“Well… I’m going to… uh… go home now,” Cali told him, pointing back to her door.
“Yeah, yeah. Okay,” he said with a nod.
“I’ll see you,” she said, turning to her door, but looking back at him.
“Yeah, see you,” he said with a wave before he turned back to his apartment and went in. Cali unlocked her door and went inside.
She couldn’t help but think that at least the sex established something – a friendship.
Imagine this coming at you:
I don't think even one of you, including myself, would say no! I'm drooling just looking at this. lol
A few days passed and Cali and Joe were more or less avoiding each other – and Cali only knew that he was avoiding her too because after the first consecutive day of avoiding him, she stopped – but he was still not around. Her dreams about him were still clouding her mind – but they seemed more intense somehow. Like sleeping with him in real life made her dream-life even wilder.
On top of that, not only was her unconscious mind thinking about him, but her conscious mind was always coming back to him too. His face was running on a loop in her head or something. It made life difficult – especially at work. She would be getting photographed with a male model – his hands would be on her and all she could think about was Joe touching her. Her mind was fucked. She couldn’t understand how Joe’s feelings and her feelings, for that matter, changed so rapidly – even before they had sex.
Cali went home feeling annoyed with her life. She just wanted things to be—okay, she didn’t know how she wanted things to be. Maybe like how things were right before the sex – the playful conversation she and Joe had. Yeah, that span of time – the what… thirty minutes they spent talking? God, she and Joe were barely civil toward each other and she was wishing for their relationship to be like it was for like a split second in all of eternity. Yeah, her mind was definitely fucked.
Cali immediately stripped her clothing off as soon as she was in her bedroom. She needed to shower. Before her photoshoot, she was rubbed down head-to-toe with body oil. She didn’t understand why she had to be doused with lube every time someone needed to take a picture of her. It was disgusting and it made her feel gross.
After her shower, she walked to her kitchen in her towel to get a bottle of water. Opening her fridge, she realized a) there was no bottled water and b) she had no food whatsoever. She really needed to go to the grocery store.
Cali started to get ready by doing her hair and makeup and as she was drying and straightening her hair, she heard her text ringtone go off somewhere in her bedroom. Once she retrieved her phone from her purse, she opened the text. It was from Joe – and she couldn’t keep that damn smile off her face even if she wanted to.
Joe: I’m bored. Do you want to hang out?
Yeah, she had a huge, cheesy grin spread across her face and she couldn’t help it. Then she remembered she couldn’t hang out with him because she needed to go grocery shopping.
Cali: Sorry. I’ve got plans.
Joe: Boo. Like what?
Cali: Grocery shopping. Super fun.
Joe: I can give you a ride.
He was going to drop everything and give her a ride to the grocery store? It was weird.
Cali: I was just going to take a cab.
A few moments later she heard a knock at her door. She quickly retrieved her robe from the back of the bathroom door and put it on. When she opened her apartment door, Joe stood in front of her wearing jeans, a white v-neck and a black leather jacket. As much as she didn’t want to admit it to herself, he looked hot.
“Let’s go,” he said with a bright smile.
“Joe, I can really just catch a cab…” Cali said, hesitating slightly. She wasn’t even ready to go.
“Let’s go, Cali,” he said firmly.
“But, I don’t want to ruin your night,” she countered.
“Did you not get my first text? I am bored. Besides, I can get my grocery shopping out of the way too,” he chuckled lightly.
“Well…” She hesitated.
“Let’s go,” he said again. Pushy.
“I’m not ready yet,” she said, pointing to her half straightened hair.
“I’ll wait,” he said with a shrug. Cali moved to the side so he could step into her apartment. As he walked in, Cali watched as his eyes scanned over the whole layout and contents of her apartment.
“You know, I’ve only been in your apartment once. And it was that time when…” He said, but cut himself off. Yeah, she was certain they both knew when that time was – when he fucked her best friend on her brand new couch.
“Your apartment is nicer than mine,” he stated matter-of-factly.
“No way! Yours is way better,” Cali laughed as she made her way back to the bathroom to finish her hair.
“Yeah right. Look at your kitchen. It’s so open and new and clean. Modern is way better,” he explained, his voice rising a little louder since she was in another room from him.
“Your kitchen is my favorite part of your apartment. I love the brick archway,” Cali said, sticking her head out the bathroom door. The building they lived in was an old brownstone which was converted into six apartments so each apartment had a different floor plan.
“My kitchen looks like it’s a hundred years old,” Joe grumbled as he walked to the bathroom. He stood in the doorway, leaning against the frame, watching her pull the straightener through her hair.
“It’s got new cabinets,” she pointed out with a smile, thinking of the old couple that lived in his apartment before him.
“Only cause the old guy who lived there before me almost burned the place down,” Joe chuckled.
“Hey, don’t hate on Mr. Reid. He and his wife were the best neighbors ever,” Cali protested, sending him a glare through the mirror.
“What about me?” He asked, quirking an eyebrow.
“Keep dreaming,” she said, rolling her eyes.
After bending over to get the back pieces of her hair with the straightener, Cali stood up straight and noticed Joe’s gaze focused straight on her cleavage.
“You could at least try to pretend you weren’t looking at my boobs,” she countered, smirking at him. His eyes met hers quickly as a smile passed across his face.
“Sorry. I was having flashbacks,” he chuckled playfully. Cali let out a laugh and smacked him on the arm.
“Oww! I remember that from that night too. Damn, woman,” he grumbled, rubbing at his arm.
“Pervert,” she laughed as she unplugged her straightener.
Cali walked to her bedroom so she could get dressed and Joe followed, now holding himself up against her bedroom door frame.
“I need to get dressed,” she told him and he nodded, not moving a muscle.
“Joe,” she groaned.
“What? It’s nothing I haven’t already seen a thousand times,” he laughed, exaggerating just a bit.
“A thousand times? You’re funny,” she deadpanned.
“I thought so,” he chuckled, bouncing his eyebrows at her.
If he wasn’t going to move, it meant she was going to have to. She changed in her closet into a white tank and a black skirt. She threw a black jacket on over the tank and slipped on a pair of black heeled boots before she walked out of the closet.
“Ready?” Joe asked when she emerged and she noticed he was sitting on her bed now with a perfect view into her closet.
“You were just watching me, weren’t you?” Cali asked, quirking an eyebrow at him.
“I tried not to. Really I did,” he said, smirking at her.
“God. Let’s go,” she said, rolling her eyes at him as she grabbed her cell phone from her night stand and her purse from her bed. He chuckled as he followed her out of her bedroom and then out of the apartment.
“Are you heading to a fashion show after the grocery store?” Joe quipped, checking out her outfit.
“No,” she said, rolling her eyes as they walked down the stairs and out the front door of the building.
“Looks like it,” Joe told her.
“Forgive me for not wanting to look like absolute shit,” Cali scoffed as the two of them walked toward Joe’s Range Rover that was parked on the street.
“No, you definitely don’t look like shit,” Joe said as he clicked the unlock button on his key fob before opening up the passenger door for Cali.
“Thank you,” she said, sending him a small smile as she got into the vehicle.
Joe drove them to Trader Joe's, which was only a few blocks away. Once they were inside, Cali grabbed a cart and started walking toward the produce section, where she usually got most of her grocery shopping done.
“So, what inspired you and the other guys to start your band?” Cali asked as she picked through the bananas.
“Uh, I don’t know. I’ve always been musically motivated. My dad used to be in a band,” he said, checking out the oranges.
“Really?” Cali asked, quirking an eyebrow at him.
“Yeah. We were actually going to start a band when we were younger – Nick and I, but we just never got it off the ground,” Joe explained and Cali nodded, finding herself intrigued by his whole story.
“How’s your older brother?” Cali asked, continuing on the conversation when it began to lapse.
Kevin was in Cali’s sister’s grade in school and what she could remember of him, he was exceptionally nicer than Joe ever was.
“He’s married now,” he said, smiling proudly.
“Really?” Cali asked, feeling happy for him.
“Yeah. He got married a couple years back,” Joe said, moving on to juggling grapefruits – yes, juggling.
“You’re going to drop one of those and I’m going to laugh when it smashes all over the floor,” Cali chuckled.
“Yeah, right. I’ve got mad skills,” he said, throwing the large fruits in the air. Two seconds later, one of them went tumbling to the ground, rolling under the shelf and Cali was laughing hysterically at him.
“At least it didn’t bust open,” he said, looking around guiltily as he placed the other fruit back on the pile.
“You’re ridiculous,” Cali laughed.
“But yeah, Nick and I like making music together. We flow well. Plus the other guys are pretty awesome too,” Joe told her, going back to their previous conversation.
“You guys are really good,” she told him as she moved the cart along the aisle.
“If we would have started the band when we were younger as planned, I think we could have gotten somewhere. The scene was just so much better back then – especially for the music we write. Right now it’s just for fun, though. For the music,” he told her. He was genuine in his response and she liked that. She liked honest, humble Joe.
When they reached the meat counter, Cali had them cut her up some turkey slices while Joe looked at the seafood.
“Have you ever had the salmon from here?” Joe asked, looking over in her direction.
“No. I’m not a big fan of seafood,” she said, turning up her nose.
“Oh my god! You’ve never had my salmon,” he said enthusiastically.
“What’s so good about your salmon?” She asked, mocking him.
“You’ll have to taste it,” he said, smirking at her.
“Oh, really?” She asked, quirking an eyebrow.
“Yeah. I’m gonna get some,” he said as he ordered it from the person behind the counter. Once he had his package he put it in her cart next to her fruits, vegetables and salads.
“So are you coming over for dinner then?” He asked, quirking a questioning eyebrow at her.
“Dinner?” She asked. Suddenly she was feeling nervous.
“Yeah. I’ll make the salmon,” he said, smirking at her. Cali stared at him, not sure if it was a good idea.
“Well?” He asked with a goofy grin on his face. She couldn’t think of a good enough excuse to say no.
“Uh… okay,” she told him finally.
“Awesome!” He said, smiling widely.
Joe picked up a few more things for their dinner – he even picked up some wine that apparently perfectly paired with salmon. And Cali almost protested. Because them and alcohol – Oh, God. They most definitely didn’t need to add alcohol to it, but Joe insisted, like a goddamn sommelier, that the salmon needed the wine. So a massive bottle of white wine was purchased for their dinner and Cali joked that Joe got the biggest bottle on purpose and he didn’t correct her.
Once they had all their groceries paid for and packed up, they lugged them out to the car.
“And you were going to haul all this home in a cab,” Joe chuckled, rolling his eyes at her.
“I wouldn’t have bought this much. It’s a luxury – this whole getting a ride from the neighbor thing. I usually stop by here like, multiple times in a week because I hate making big trips in a cab,” she said as she put her last grocery bag into the back of Joe’s vehicle.
“Just let me know when you need to get some groceries. Anytime,” he said as he got into the driver side and she got into the passenger side.
“Joe, shut up. I’m not going to depend on you for rides,” she said, rolling her eyes.
“You’re being stupid, Cals. Just get over your pride. Seriously,” he said and she scoffed. She also secretly loved how he called her ‘Cals’. What was happening to her?
Joe helped her bring all her groceries up to her apartment – like a gentleman. It made her feel weird that he was being so… weird. His chivalry was freaking her out.
“Uh, thanks,” she said as they brought up the last load.
“Yeah, no problem. Thanks for hanging out,” he told her, smiling widely.
“Yeah…” She said, feeling awkward.
“I’m gonna go start the food,” he told her, pointing back to his apartment.
“O-okay,” she stammered, remembering that Joe was cooking dinner for her. He smiled and walked out the door.
All her nerves in her body were screaming for him and she didn’t know how well she was going to be able to tune them out. She tried to calm herself down as she put away the groceries – but it wasn’t working. Did he… did he think it was a date? Oh, God… did he think they were going to… end the night together? He text her that evening wanting to ‘hang out’ and then ended up bombarding her into having dinner with him. What on earth was going on? She was going over to Joe’s house for dinner and it made her feel out of control.
Joe knocked on her door a little while later and she was fidgety and nervous when she opened the door to him.
“You can come hang out if you want,” he told her with a smile.
“Uh, yeah,” she said, feeling awkward.
“Dinner will be done soon anyway,” he added.
“Great,” she said quietly as he smiled at her again.
When they got over to his place they shared a bit of awkward conversation as they stood in the kitchen. Well, he was acting normal – it was her who was being a lunatic.
Once the food was finished, Cali and Joe ate in the living room in front of the TV, which she very much appreciated, because it meant that he was thinking it wasn’t a date. It helped her relax exponentially.
“Do you like it?” He asked, smirking over at her. She actually did, which was surprising to her. It didn’t taste too fishy – which was what she didn’t like about seafood.
“It’s really good,” she told him honestly.
“You’re not just saying that, are you?” He asked, nudging her arm playfully.
“No, no. Seriously,” she laughed, grabbing her wine glass to take another sip.
“Good. Because I am an excellent cook,” he said with a cocky smile.
“Mm-hmm,” she hummed as she took another sip of her wine. She was already on her second glass – which was odd for her, since she didn’t usually drink wine. But it was calming her nerves and she liked it.
When they were finished, Joe brought their empty dishes to the kitchen as Cali finished off her glass of wine.
“Bring the bottle of wine!” She yelled to him.
“Got it!” He yelled back a moment later.
When Joe came back, he poured them each another glass and then sat down next to her, noticeably closer than before. The two of them watched TV and talked with each other. Cali found it odd that she found it extremely easy to talk to him.
She learned that Joe moved away from New Jersey right after high school to California. After graduation Cali ran as fast as she could away from Joe Jonas the bully and never looked back. She had no idea what he did between then and now. Apparently he and Nick moved to New York a few years back and lived together up until he got his current apartment. His parents and their brother’s Kevin and Frankie still live in New Jersey.
By their fourth and fifth glasses of wine they were talking about their dream jobs – Joe wanted to be a famous musician and Cali wanted to be a clothing designer. By the end of the second bottle of wine, that magically appeared out of nowhere – or seemed to anyway, Cali told Joe she should probably get back home.
“I don’t want you to go,” he said honestly, his eyes hazy as he looked at her.
“Well, you got me drunk and now I need to go to bed,” she giggled, knowing it wasn’t a good idea for her to stay much longer. Not with her libido screaming at her – for Joe.
“I didn’t force you to drink. You did that all on your own,” he laughed amusingly.
“It went with the food,” she protested.
“We were done eating during our second glass of wine. How many have you had since then?” He laughed.
“Shut up! You kept pouring them,” she countered, smacking his arm lightly.
“Only ‘cause you’re drunk and would probably spill all over,” Joe joked.
“Oh, shut up!” She said, sitting up to punch him in the arm, but he grabbed her wrist before she could.
“You really are violent when you are drunk,” he laughed, his fingers cinched around her wrist.
“You bring it out in me,” she shot back at him with a playful glare.
“Whatever, lady,” he laughed as he still held her arm.
“You do! You get all snarky and sarcastic when you drink and I just feel the need to hit you,” she argued, swinging playfully at him with her free hand, but he caught that wrist too.
“Oh, now what are you going to do, Calista?” He teased as he held both of her wrists. She squirmed, trying to get free from him, but he had a good grip on her.
“I’m too strong for you,” he taunted.
“You bastard, let me go,” she snapped as she brought her leg up to kick him.
“Uh-uh, you brat!” Joe said, maneuvering his legs over hers to pin her down completely.
“Joe!” She whined.
“Calista!” He whined back, mocking her.
“Get off of me, you lunatic,” she laughed, trying to squirm her body away.
“Uh-uh. You are trapped and I am not letting you go until you’ve learned your lesson,” he told her.
“Okay, I’ve learned it. I’ve learned it!” She shouted, hating that she was being held down.
“And what did you learn?” He asked, quirking an eyebrow at her.
“That I need to keep my hands to myself,” she told him.
“Oh, no. That’s not the lesson. Your hands are free to roam wherever they want,” he said, putting emphasis on the word ‘roam’. Cali rolled her eyes noticeably and Joe chuckled.
“Okay, I won’t hit you anymore,” she told him. She would say anything to have control of her body back.
“Unless you’re hitting on me,” he joked.
“Oh, get off me!” She growled, trying to push against him.
“Nope. You haven’t learned your lesson,” he told her.
“Joe…” She whined.
“Cali…” He mocked her.
“Oh, I hate you,” she shot at him.
“No, you don’t,” he chuckled.
“Yes, I do,” she snapped, glaring at him. He just shook his head with a smile.
“What are you smiling at?” She shot at him, her eyes narrowed into slits.
“I’m smiling because of the fact that you’re lying to both yourself and to me,” he explained.
“What are you talking about?” She asked, her glare never leaving her eyes.
“You do, in fact, like me,” he said confidently, smiling down at her as his body continued to pin her down.
“No, I don’t!” She yelped, squirming to no avail.
“You do,” he said again.
“Joe!” Cali whined, feeling like she might scream.
“You’re so stubborn,” he shot at her.
“I am not. Get off me,” she said, squirming under him.
Her body only stopped moving when his lips crashed into hers. He was kissing her and her mind was flustered and she didn’t know what the hell was happening between them. Without fully thinking it through, her lips moved against his – their tongues slipping smoothly against one another’s. Slowly, Joe’s grip on her wrists loosened until he was no longer holding them. His body relaxed against hers, lying half atop her and half on the couch. Her newly free fingers intertwined in his hair as his hand gripped onto her hip, caressing the exposed skin.
Cali wasn’t entirely sure how it happened – she just knew that being in a room alone with Joe Jonas and any sort of alcohol was a bad combination.
“Joe…” She mumbled as his lips moved down her neck and his hand kneaded her breast through her shirt.
“Hmm…” He hummed.
“We’ve gotta stop. I told you… I told you this wasn’t a good idea,” she said, putting her hands against his chest. A moment later, he pulled up to look at her.
“If that’s what you want,” he said and she could see a challenge in his eyes.
“That’s what I want,” she told him quietly.
He reluctantly got off of her and took his original seat on the couch. Cali sat up and wiped at her puffy lips.
“I should go home,” she said, avoiding looking in his direction altogether.
“Yeah,” he said quietly.
With that, Cali got up and left without another word. Once she was back at home, she stripped out of her clothing and put on a tank top and pajama pants before crawling into bed. How did Joe get her to do those sorts of things? Oh, yeah. Maybe because he’s some sort of sex god. Because he knows what the fuck he’s doing. She couldn’t help but start remembering the things that went on between them when they got together before. Oh, God. He was… oh, man. It was making her incredibly turned on just thinking about it.
Fuck, fuck, fuck.
And then she was thinking – why the hell not? Why couldn’t she and Joe just, you know… hookup? It could just be platonic. They were both single.
Before she knew it, Cali found herself crawling out of bed and tip-toeing across the hall to his door. Was she really going to do this? She knocked quickly before she could talk herself out of it. A few moments later, Joe answered his door wearing only his pajama pants and her entire libido was wrecked over it. She wanted him… bad.
“I was thinking…” She said, biting at her bottom lip.
“What’s that?” He asked, quirking an eyebrow at her.
“Maybe we could, you know…” She began to explain, but couldn’t find the words. But thankfully, Joe was already on the same page.
“Sex?” He asked, like he was reading her mind.
“Yeah, but you know… platonically. I mean – just sex, you know,” she explained.
“Just sex?” He asked.
“Yeah,” she said, nodding her head.
“Hmm,” he hummed, looking like he was really contemplating it.
“What? Now you’re against it?” She scoffed, giving him a dirty look.
“I never said that,” he said, quirking his eyebrow.
“Okay, so what then?” She huffed, crossing her arms over her chest.
“Like a friends with benefits thing?” He asked curiously.
“Exactly like that,” she said, feeling elated that he was understanding exactly what she was trying to explain without even having to explain it.
Joe looked like he was really thinking it over, even though she knew the moment sex was mentioned that he was on board no matter what kind of sex she asked for.
“Seriously, Joe? It takes you that long to come up with a yes or no answer to ‘you want to have sex?’” She asked impatiently, getting annoyed with him.
A smile erupted on his lips – there it was… his answer.
“Come on,” she said, pushing passed him into his house. He closed the door and followed her into his bedroom.
Thus beginning their extended sexual relationship.
By the time Cali reached the threshold of Joe’s bedroom, her tank top was over her head and she was quickly working on pulling her pajama bottoms down before she crawled into his bed.
“Mmm,” she heard Joe hum as he followed her into the bedroom.
“C’mere,” she told him with a come-hither look and a wag of her finger. She was kneeling in front of him on his bed, topless – wearing only her purple panties.
“God damn, you are sexy,” he hissed, walking toward the bed with full-on bedroom eyes.
Once he was standing in front of her, she wrapped her arms around his neck and kissed him hard. His hands dropped to her hips gripping tightly, pulling her closer and closer. Cali’s hands snaked down his back and pushed their way into his pajama bottoms and she was pleasantly surprised to find he wasn’t wearing any boxers. It made her think that perhaps he was naked when she knocked on his door and he had to just throw something on. The thought of that made her libido go crazy. Cali pushed his bottoms down with the palms of her hands. With all of her being, she wanted him to be naked. He helped by pushing his bottoms down the rest of the way and then kicking out of them.
Her hands grazed over his well-defined stomach – scraping her fingernails up and down lightly over his skin as they continued kissing. One of his hands was on her bum grabbing handfuls, while the other was sensually kneading her left breast.
Cali pulled away from their kiss, suddenly wanting more. They looked in each other’s eyes for a moment before Joe’s head came down and captured one of her nipple in his mouth. Oh, god. Yes, he knew what he was doing. Once that nipple was teased to the point of erection, his mouth moved to its partner doing the same magical dance around it. He was exceptionally well-trained in making girls lose their minds, apparently. She groaned as he took her nipple between his teeth and tugged on it lightly. Oh, god.
When his mouth finally left her skin, Cali laid down on the bed and began pushing her panties down over her hips. Joe took the initiative and helped out by tugging them down the rest of the way.
“Spread your legs,” he commanded and she obliged immediately.
His eyes met her center moments before he placed the palm of his hand over it, rubbing it softly. Then he positioned himself in front of her and put his mouth on her. Oh, oh. His mouth was hot and wet, much like the area he was teasing with his tongue. And god, it felt so good.
“Oh, god…” Cali moaned as Joe went down on her.
He snaked one of his hands up and teased at her nipples. Her hands tangled into his messy hair as her body twitched and tingled all over because of Joe. Like she said before – Sex God.
“Oh, Joe… Oh, god. Joe,” she moaned as she felt the familiar sensations of an orgasm raking over every part of her body.
“Let it go,” he told her as his tongue continued to work diligently to bring her all sorts of pleasure.
“Ohhh, Joe…” She moaned loudly as her back arched off of the bed.
“Mmm,” he encouraged.
Seconds later her orgasm was rippling through her in intense waves of ecstasy and she was moaning loudly.
“Oh, fuck… wow,” Cali breathed once her shaking subsided. Moments later, Joe crawled up toward her.
“I like it when you moan my name,” he told her and she giggled. His mouth met her neck and kissed his way up and down it.
Cali pushed him up and off of her a moment later, getting him on his back. His face read curious until she lifted her leg over and straddled him. A smile played across his lips as his hands gripped her bum firmly.
“Condom?” She asked him and he nodded his head toward his nightstand drawer.
She leaned over to grab one and Joe took the opportunity to get a good grip on her bum – really enjoying himself. She ripped open the condom wrapper as she came back to straddle over him again. Taking the condom out, she placed it on the head of his cock and began rolling it down as he let out a pleasure-filled hiss.
“I’ve never had a girl do that before,” he said, smirking below her.
“Well, there’s a first time for everything,” she said, bouncing her eyebrows at him.
Cali made sure the suction on the condom was just right before leaning up to kiss Joe on the lips.
“Are you ready for me?” She asked seductively.
“I was ready for you the second you knocked on my door,” Joe told her.
Cali chuckled as she sat up on her knees and grabbed his shaft in her hand so she could lower herself onto him. Slowly she came down on top of him and he slid in quite nicely. Joe’s mouth was hung open in a pleasurable fashion and Cali smirked at him as she began moving up and down on top of him.
“You feel so good, Cali,” Joe moaned.
“Mm-hmm,” she hummed as she continued bouncing up and down him.
He helped by pushing his hips up toward her as she came down, causing him to go in as deeply as he could, which really hit Cali in the most pleasing way.
“Oh, god,” she moaned.
“Mmm,” Joe hummed.
The pleasure was making her see stars. He was hitting her spot with every thrust he made against her. Her whole body was shaking and she knew she was about to come again.
“Oh my god, Joe. Oh my god,” she moaned as she closed her eyes to focus on the pleasure.
His hands came up to tease and tweak her nipples, just adding to the bliss. Within seconds she was spilling herself all around him, falling forward so their bodies were parallel. Her face fell into the nape of his neck as she moaned through her orgasm. Joe continued thrusting even when her body let up, but quickly flipped them over so he was in control.
Cali couldn’t help the moans and groans that escaped her lips as he pounded into her, holding her knees up for better access. He was grunting with each thrust – his face contorted and red. And then his body tensed and Cali knew he found his end. He dropped her knees and took a large intake of breath as he pulled out of her a moment later.
“Mmm,” he sighed out, running his fingers through his hair.
“Yeah,” she giggled, loving how incredibly wrecked he looked.
Joe pulled off the condom and tossed it into the rubbish bin by his bed. Then he laid down on his back next to her.
“So this is going to be interesting,” he spoke with an amused tone and Cali giggled playfully.
“I can almost forgive you for how you treated me in the past when you fuck me like that,” she told him honestly.
“Wait. You haven’t forgiven me?” He asked, looking over at her concerned. She stared at him – frozen.
“Cali… God, I am really sorry. I am,” he said, his features growing sad. His brown eyes growing larger and darker. His brow furrowing together.
“Joe…” She whispered.
“What can I do?” He asked quietly and she could see the sincerity in his eyes. She knew he was genuine.
“I don’t know. Just… just keep being the new you,” she told him and he nodded his head.
“Joe, please. Don’t get bummed out,” she said, nudging him.
“I just feel really awful,” he said sadly.
“You’re working toward gaining my trust,” she said, trying to be positive, but his face fell further with that comment. She was just digging deeper and deeper.
“I’m really trying,” he said quietly.
“Oh, Joe. I know,” she said, cuddling up against him. He wrapped his arms tightly around her, holding her close.
“I’m sorry,” he breathed into her hair.
“I know,” she mumbled against his chest.
She wanted to change the subject. She wanted to lighten the mood. Joe’s mood changed with one careless sentence and now she felt terrible.
“So, do you actually know what you are doing or do you just wing it and get lucky?” She asked him, looking up to quirk an eyebrow at him, which caused him to smirk.
“Why? Does it seem like I know what I am doing?” He asked, looking smug.
“Yes. Every time you touch me… I don’t know. I just feel like you’ve had professional training in seducing women,” she told him with a smile on her face, causing him to laugh out loud.
“That’s pretty funny,” he chuckled.
“I’m serious though. Like… god damn. You…” She said, but couldn’t come up with a way to explain it.
“No formal training. I pretty much wing it. And apparently I get lucky, while I’m getting lucky,” he chuckled.
“Well, all I have to say is I’m pretty stoked on this friends-with-benefits situation,” she told him with a laugh and he laughed with her.
“Speaking of which… I should probably go back to my place,” she told him.
“You don’t have to,” he told her, looking bummed again.
“Yeah, but I should,” she insisted and he nodded.
Cali sat up and crawled out of the bed, retrieving her clothes. She put them back on while he watched her, still naked in his bed.
“I guess, I’ll see you,” she said, not knowing what else to say.
“Yeah,” he said quietly.
She gave him one last look before she walked out of his bedroom. He didn’t look happy that she was leaving. He wasn’t upset, but he wasn’t happy about it either.
Once Cali was lying in her own bed, she kind of regretted telling him she needed to go. She missed his body heat. But it was just the beginning of their little platonic sexual arrangement and she knew they shouldn’t blur the lines already on the first night.
But god, did she want to.
For two months, Cali and Joe spent nights and sometimes even days, tangled up together between bed sheets. For two months, they managed to carry on their friends-with-benefits agreement. And Cali somehow managed to put their whole shitty history behind them – finding it almost easy because the two of them didn’t really do a whole lot of talking.
Their little arrangement didn’t leave a lot of time for Cali to meet anyone new, but honestly, she wasn’t really looking anyway. But by the time Joe left for Dallas for Christmas the tides seemed to change and the little arrangement they had seemed to blur in her mind.
“Alright. Can you… get a bit closer to him,” the photographer directed Cali.
She was at a photoshoot for a perfume advert and her counterpart was a male model named Will that she met on a few other occasions before. He was tall, dark and handsome – and extremely sexy.
“Closer,” the photographer urged when she didn’t appease him the first time.
She was literally on top of the guy. How much closer could she possibly get? It didn’t really help that they were in a freakishly weird position on top of a massive boulder in a park in New York in forty-degree temperatures – in public. She was wearing next to nothing and the same went for Will. The two of them literally looked like they were about to fuck each other’s brains out. But she figured that’s what the photographer’s vision was. Sex sells after all.
“Closer,” the photographer barked again before Cali felt Will’s palm on her back, pressing her down against him.
“Sorry…” Will whispered to her.
“’s alright,” she mumbled, trying to keep the passion on her face that the photographer so heavily demanded – even though she was sure her knee was probably bloody from it digging into the rock they were on.
What seemed like a thousand shots later and more than a handful of position changes, the shoot was done and Cali was able to wrap up in the massive parka she’d been dreaming about the entire shoot. Someone from the staff shooed Cali and Will onto a golf cart and whisked them through the park to an awaiting car to take them back to the hotel where they got ready for the shoot.
“Hey, uh…” Will said once the two of them were back in the suite, dressed in their own clothes.
“Yeah?” She asked, looking up into his big beautiful blue eyes.
“I know this might be kind of last minute, but I was wondering if you had a date for New Year’s Eve,” he said as a smirk turned up his lips.
Cali couldn’t help but smile. He was so sexy. Almost too sexy. Like, she knew he was out of her league – or at least she felt like he was. Sometimes in her mind she was still that stick-figure nerdy girl from school and it was almost crippling.
“Mm,” she hummed, biting her lip as a vision of Joe popped into her head.
But he was all the way back in Dallas with Nick for Christmas for two weeks. Her reality was a stark difference to what it once was for months. And she would probably be the last to admit it, but she felt incredibly lonely without Joe. He became a constant in her life over the past two months and she missed him. She never missed Joe Jonas in her entire life and now she did. But standing in front of her was this beautiful magnetic creature asking her out and she couldn’t help but internally contemplate what that kind of reality would look like.
“‘Mm’?” Will questioned, smirking at her.
Seriously, she wasn’t obligated to exclusivity when it came to Joe. They spent time in bed with each other, they weren’t dating. She had no reason to turn down the date Will was asking her on.
“I’d like that,” she told him with a bashful smile.
“Yeah?” He asked, looking more than a little happy that she said yes.
“But, uh. I mean, I already have plans to go to a club with some friends. I mean, if you’re interested,” she told him.
“Yeah. I’d be interested,” he said with a smile.
“Great,” she said, biting at her lip again.
“Can I give you my number?” He asked, pulling out his phone.
“Yeah. Oh, yeah,” she said, reaching into her purse to get hers.
The two of them exchanged numbers before Will’s ride arrived to pick him up.
“I’ll text you,” he told her.
“Looking forward to it,” she said with a wide smile, watching as he waved and disappeared out the door.
Cali let out a weighted sigh and then a squeal of delight. Holy hell. She had a date with a hot model!
Cali was more than a little excited when she got a text from Will that evening telling her he’d been thinking about her and wondered if maybe she wanted to meet up for a drink. She couldn’t believe how hard he was pursuing her, and she absolutely loved it. She agreed to meet him at a bar not far from her place around nine that evening. She dressed in a skimpy black dress and a pair of black heels to match. She decided to walk to the bar, because it was honestly not that far, even though she mostly regretted it because of the god damn heels. But just seeing Will’s face instantly refreshed her. Did she mention how gorgeous he was?
“Hi,” she greeted him.
“Hi,” he acknowledged, standing up to hug her before leaving a chaste kiss on her cheek.
“I’m glad you came,” he said, smiling at her, and she could have sworn she saw his eyes sparkle at her. Mm.
“Of course,” she said, biting at her lip as she took a seat next to him.
She couldn’t believe how easy it was to talk to him and she found herself really enjoying his company. She learned he was the only boy in his family, having two sisters – one older, one younger. She learned he got into modeling after he graduated school at the suggestion of an old girlfriend. She learned he had more than a few tattoos – before their photo shoot, his tattoos were apparently covered up with makeup. He was just so intriguing and she felt herself falling for him more and more the longer they talked.
“Do you want to… uh, maybe come back to my place?” Cali boldly suggested after their third consecutive drink.
“Yeah, yeah. I would,” he told her with a wide smile.
Will settled the tab with the bartender before the two of them made their way out of the bar.
“I don’t live very far from here if you just want to walk,” she told him.
“Yeah, that’d be nice,” he told her with a smile.
The two continued their chat as they walked and she loved how comfortable she felt with him. When they got into the building, Cali’s phone chirped with a text and she quickly pulled it out, reading it. Of course it was from Joe – of all moments in time.
Joe: I’ll be back the day before New Year’s Eve.
Her stomach knotted up thinking about him. She wasn’t proud of what she was about to do with this relative stranger, but honestly, she shouldn’t care. She and Joe were practically nothing.
“Sorry,” she apologized, shoving her phone back in her purse as she grabbed her key, unlocking her door.
“‘s okay,” he said, smiling at her.
Once the door was closed, it was almost instantaneous. Their lips were locked on one another’s immediately.
“I’ve wanted to kiss you all day,” Will told her as his chest heaved from their frantic kissing.
“Same,” she breathed, leaning in to kiss him again as she led him back to her bedroom.
Her bed hadn’t been graced with another man’s presence since Joe, and it made her feel a bit odd, but she pushed those feelings far, far into the back of her mind as she took Will to bed with her.
Will didn’t stay long afterward, which was fine by Cali. She was absolutely exhausted and just wanted to get some sleep. He told her he would call her to get the details about New Year’s Eve and left after giving her a quick kiss goodnight.
Cali collapsed into bed, ready for sleep to take her, until she remembered Joe’s text message from earlier. He’d be home before New Year’s. She figured he wouldn’t be home until after the first of the year and she almost felt bad for deciding to take Will as her date.
Joe got back from Dallas the night before New Year’s Eve. And Cali wasn’t even kidding – once he dropped his luggage off, he was at her door knocking for a booty call. She answered with a smile before he grabbed her in his arms and threw her over his shoulder, taking her straight to the bedroom.
“Christ, I’m horny,” Joe groaned as he tossed her onto the bed.
“I can tell!” She giggled.
“I’ve been spoiled. A week and a half without it and I am going through withdrawals,” he said as he rid himself of his clothing.
“Thought you’d be gone ‘til after the New Year,” Cali admitted, biting her lip as she looked up at him.
“Was gonna, but thought better of it,” he told her with a shrug of his shoulders.
“Hmm,” she hummed.
“Hey, are those my underwear?” He asked, looking down at her curiously and she blushed. Yeah, she was wearing his boxers and his t-shirt from the first time they had sex. She missed him a little bit too much.
“Maybe,” she said, throwing the t-shirt over her head.
“They look good on you,” he said, smirking at her as he leaned in to kiss her lips.
Cali kicked out of the boxers and Joe leapt on top of her like a lunatic. She yelped in response, before giggles erupted from her lips. Joe was always so playful and she loved that about him.
But only seconds later, they fell into their sensual rhythm they had so many other times before. Joe quietly loved her up, sucking and licking, ensuring she was ready for him before he even thought about fucking her. And when he went to grab a condom, his eyebrows furrowed in question.
“What?” She asked, wondering what he was looking at.
“There’s a condom wrapper on the floor,” he said, picking it up to show her.
“Hm. Must still be there since the last time,” she lied, knowing damn well it was from the night she slept with Will.
“Must be,” he said, tossing it onto the nightstand before grabbing a condom from the drawer.
She watched as he slid it down himself before he looked up and smiled at her.
“Budge up,” he said, tapping her knee. She quickly slithered her body a bit up the mattress as a wide smile played across his face.
“Get up,” he said a moment later, wiggling his fingers toward himself to get her to comply.
“What?” She asked as a smile turned up her lips.
“Hands and knees,” he asserted and her stomach turned with excitement. She bit at her lip as she did what he told her to do. And when his hands gripped onto her butt, she let out a moan.
“You like that? Huh, you dirty girl?” Joe cooed, squeezing her butt in his hands.
“Mm,” she moaned before Joe’s mouth was back on her, licking into her from behind.
Her mouth dropped open as another moan thundered out of her.
“Mm,” Joe hummed, pulling back before tugging her hips closer to him. His hand pressed against her back to lower her some before she felt him press against her.
“Joe,” she whimpered, wanting him to stop teasing.
“It’s coming. It’s coming. Love it when you beg,” he cooed, slipping himself inside.
Cali let out a satisfied groan as he filled her, dropping her head between her arms, biting at her lip. When he pulled out and pushed back in, her mouth fell open again, letting out a loud gasp. And it was like that again and again until Joe finally built up his rhythm inside of her. It didn’t take Cali long to come. She’d felt elated ever since she found Joe on her doorstep. She knew she’d get off easily.
When Joe grunts morphed into a long moan and he buried himself deep within her, she knew he’d found his end too.
“Oh my god,” Joe breathed heavily, pulling himself out of her.
“Needed that,” he said, sliding his hand delicately across her butt before he leaned in and gently bit her right cheek, causing her to yelp before letting out a laugh as she collapsed onto her side on the bed.
She watched as he disappeared out of the bedroom, going into the bathroom. A minute or two later she saw the lights in her living room turn off and then he was back, sauntering naked toward her, crawling into the bed.
“Missed this,” Joe breathed, pulling her body against his.
“Mm,” Cali hummed as her face heated up, thinking about how just a few nights prior, she was with another man in the very same bed she was now cuddling Joe in. She felt guilty and the guilt weighed on her as Joe shut off the light and quietly fell asleep with her in his arms.
The next morning, Cali woke up, still wrapped up in Joe. His face was buried in her neck, his front pressed to her back. She quietly wiggled out of his arms and he stirred next to her. She froze, not wanting to wake him.
“Hey…” He breathed when his long eyelashes fluttered open.
“Hey,” she said quietly, sitting up next to him.
He sat up too, running his fingers through his tousled hair. She bit her lip as she watched him. He always looked absolutely gorgeous in the morning. It almost wasn’t fair.
“What?” He asked, looking at her curiously.
“What? Nothing…” She said, shaking her head, shaking her thoughts away as a blush crept up her face.
“Why are you looking at me like that?” He asked with a smirk on his face.
“What are you talking about?” She scoffed, trying to shrug it off.
“Did you just wake up from another sex dream about me or something?” He teased playfully.
“Shut up! No!” She scoffed, pushing him playfully.
“I mean, that wouldn’t be a bad thing, but you’ve got the real thing lying naked next to you,” he insisted, bouncing his eyebrows at her and she couldn’t help but roll her eyes.
“You’re always horny,” she scoffed.
“Because you’re always naked,” he laughed, sliding his hand across her bare chest, tugging on one of her nipples.
“I am not always naked!” She protested, pushing his hand off of her.
“You are right now,” he countered, wrapping his arms around her before pinning her to the bed underneath him.
“Joe!” She giggled.
His kisses started at her collar bone and moved up her neck, stifling her protest almost immediately as she let out a low moan.
“See you’re always horny,” she giggled a moment later, trying to wiggle away from him. He pulled himself up on his hands so he could look at her.
“Well, it’s not like you can blame me. And besides, we do other stuff… like hang out… with clothes on. We’re not always having sex,” he explained.
“Yeah, yeah,” she said, rolling her eyes.
“Speaking of… what are we gonna do tonight? Go to a club? A bar?” He asked, inquiring about New Year’s Eve.
“Uh… I’ve, uh… I’ve actually got a date,” she confessed, feeling the blush creep back up her face as the anxiety swelled inside her chest.
Joe’s expression went from excited to blank in a matter of seconds. Cali’s heart dropped in her chest in the same amount of time. She didn’t like the look of disappointment she saw on his face. She felt guilt wrap completely around her.
“Oh,” he said quietly, his eyes looking away from hers.
“Yeah…” She said weakly.
“Who?” He asked curiously.
“Uh, this guy… uh, Will. We met at a shoot,” she told him, and it was her turn to look away from him. He was still naked, on top of her and the situation was getting more and more awkward by the second.
“I leave for a week and a half and you go off to find a replacement…” Joe huffed, trying to make a joke out of it, which Cali appreciated. But she could see through it. She could see the despondency in his expression.
“Yeah… well…” She said awkwardly. Joe slipped off of her and sat down on the bed. She quietly sat up too.
“We’re going to a club. You could come with. Viv and Rhys will be there. I guess they’ve started dating each other,” Cali offered, trying to make him feel better about the situation.
“Yeah, yeah. Whatever. I can see what the guys are doing,” he said, waving it off.
“Yeah,” she said quietly.
A moment later, he stood up from the bed and started to get dressed.
“I’m gonna head out. All my stuff is still packed up… I should probably get to that. Gotta do the laundry and stuff…” He spouted, making up a jumble of excuses.
“Yeah, sure. I’ll see you,” Cali said quietly, covering herself up with the duvet on her bed.
“Yeah, see you,” he said before he left her room.
She heard the apartment door open and then close a moment later. Cali felt about as shitty as his expression looked disappointed. And why did she feel that way? Why did Joe get so weird about her date with someone else? Things weren’t supposed to get weird like that. She wasn’t supposed to feel so guilty. But she did.
Vivian came over that evening to help Cali get ready for her date. She picked out a form fitting black mini dress for her to wear with a pair of six inch Jimmy Choo’s. Okay, yeah… she was a model and everything, but she was never that good at walking around in heels. She was literally going to break her neck wearing those things – especially when she got some alcohol in her. She just knew it. But Vivian convinced her she’d be fine.
Rhys showed up at Cali’s house first to pick up Viv. Will was next to get her and the four of them took an Uber into the heart of the city. Because they were models, all four of them got VIP access to the club. It was absolutely packed due to it being New Year’s, but they still managed to have fun. Cali got some drinks in her and she and Viv went out on the dance floor to tear it up. Rhys and Will joined them not long after.
At about eleven Joe, Nick and Jack showed up at the club – all dateless. And Cali wondered what the hell three sexy men like them were doing without dates. It didn’t make sense to her. They were all sitting in the VIP lounge talking and overall having a good time with each other. Cali couldn’t believe how good Will was getting along with Rhys, Joe and his friends. It felt odd to her, to see her former lover conversing with the man she was on a date with. It felt wrong somehow. And leave it to Joe to make everything more awkward for her, by not-so subtly keeping his eye on her all evening.
“Joe won’t stop staring at me,” Cali whispered to Vivian, just loud enough for her to hear.
“What?” She asked, looking over in his direction.
“Well, don’t look,” Cali hissed, hitting her on the arm.
“Jesus,” Vivian yelped, grabbing the spot on her arm where Cali hit her.
“Sorry! Sorry, I didn’t mean to hit you that hard,” Cali apologized, unable to hold back her laughter. She definitely felt drunk and when she was drunk, she giggled a lot.
“Why is he looking at you?” Vivian asked her, trying to casually look in Joe’s direction.
“I don’t know. I don’t think he likes that I’m here with Will,” Cali said, shrugging her shoulders.
“Well, fuck him. Will is so hot, it’s ridiculous,” Vivian said, looking over at Will as he talked with Rhys and Nick just a little ways away from them. Cali sent her an odd look.
“What?” Vivian laughed.
“Keep your eyes on your own date,” Cali laughed. She didn’t need another situation like the time Vivian slept with Joe. Not that it was the same situation, but damn.
“Oh, shut the fuck up,” Vivian laughed, taking a big sip of her drink.
When Cali looked back up at Will, he gave her a smile and Cali couldn’t help but smile back. He was ridiculously hot. She had to agree with Vivian on that one.
A moment later, she felt Joe’s eyes on her again and she made eye contact with him. He bounced his eyebrows suggestively at her and she couldn’t stop herself from smiling. She giggled and shook her head at him, causing him to laugh a little too. Oh, God. What the hell was happening? She almost felt guilty being there with another man when she’d been spending all this time sleeping with Joe. But she wasn’t sure how she felt about him and she didn’t know if she wanted to go down that slippery slope with him.
“It’s almost midnight! We have to go out into the crowd!” Vivian told everyone, shaking Cali out of her head.
They all grabbed a glass of champagne from a nearby waitress and went to join in on the festivities with the other club-goers. Once they maneuvered their way into the crowd, they all stood in a group in the middle of the crowded dance floor, waiting for midnight. All the lads were in deep conversation with each other. Will was getting along with all of them and it kind of made Cali feel happy and uneasy at the same time. Joe was standing next to her – unusually close, while Will was on her other side, still talking to Nick. She felt Joe’s hand caress her bum and she gave him a look, in which he just smirked back at her.
Then a voice came over the loudspeaker of the club letting them all know they were just about to ring in the New Year. Joe eyed her and she eyed him back. She saw him look over at Will and their group of friends, then back at her.
“What?” She asked, but wasn’t sure if it was said loud enough for him to hear.
Before she knew it, she felt his hand grab hers and he began to pull her through the crowd.
“Joe, what are you doing?” She yelled at him. He didn’t answer, he just maneuvered her through the crowd until they were in the hallway by the bathrooms of the club – hidden away from their group of friends.
“You’re crazy. What are you doing?” She told him as he pushed her up against the wall.
“It’s almost midnight,” he breathed against her lips.
“It’s almost midnight!” They heard over the loudspeaker.
“See,” Joe said with a smirk.
“Guys grab your lady’s for that special midnight kiss!” The emcee said.
“So? What are you doing? I’m on a date, Joe,” Cali protested.
“Like I’m going to let you kiss him at midnight,” Joe scoffed.
“Joe!” She yelped, pushing against him.
“10, 9, 8, 7, 6…” The countdown started.
“Joe, seriously!” She said as he pressed his body tighter against hers, closing in on her.
“5, 4, 3, 2, 1 – Happy New Year!” Everyone screamed.
Joe’s lips crashed against Cali’s in a hungered fashion. She kissed back, and she couldn’t help but feel like the kiss meant so much more than every other kiss they shared over the past two months. His hands wandered up her body as his tongue slipped into her mouth.
“Joe… Joe… Jesus, Joe!” Cali said, pushing him away from her.
“What?” He asked, looking into her eyes.
“I am on a date!” She yelled at him and he stared at her blankly.
“You can’t just… you can’t just do that!” She yelled.
She was angry because Joe just loved pushing boundaries. But she figured she was more-so angry at herself because she liked the kiss a little too much. Joe certainly had a way of turning her on. And being pushed up against a wall and kissed like that was definitely a fantasy she always had.
“S-sorry,” he said, looking down at the floor.
“Yeah,” she scoffed.
She hesitated for a few moments before she walked away from him, going back through the crowd. When she got back, Will was still talking to the guys. He didn’t even seem to notice that she was gone. Really? Really, dude? What the hell did he do during the countdown? It annoyed her. He seemed to like Joe’s friend’s company more than hers.
Cali saw Joe come back to the group too, looking sheepish – like he just did something wrong – which he did. The only people to notice either of their presences was Jack who just gave Joe a quick glance when he walked back up, and Vivian who asked Cali where the hell she was, in which she told her she was in the bathroom.
A few minutes later, Will was at the bar with the guys getting another round when Cali decided to-hell-with-it. If Will didn’t care to keep her company, she knew someone who would. Swiftly, she walked over to Joe, who was standing off to the side, and grabbed his hand. This time she led him through the crowd, but not to the bathroom. She led him out the doors of the club.
“Where are we going?” He asked as Cali hailed down a cab.
“Home,” she said matter-of-factly.
As they got into the car, Cali gave the driver their address. Before another word was spoken, her lips met Joe’s in a mix of want and need. The ride wasn’t long and soon enough they were stumbling out of the car and up the stairs to their apartments. Before she could even get her keys out, Joe had his out, unlocking his door. Cali literally pushed him into his apartment as she kissed him and he pulled her swiftly to his room once he kicked the door shut, unzipping the back of her dress during the process. He gently slipped the straps of her dress off her shoulders and it fell down her body effortlessly, pooling at her ankles. Joe quickly went to unbuttoning his white shirt and she helped undress him by unbuckling his belt, and then unbuttoning and unzipping his slacks. She took off her bra in one swift motion, tossing it aside. He urged her to lie back on the bed and then he pulled off her panties before crawling up her body to tower over her.
“So glad it’s you here with me,” she told him. Seconds later, she felt the weight of those words crash over her. Did she really just admit that out loud?
“Oh, god. Me too,” he moaned, before capturing her lips with his own. With his confession, she didn’t feel so embarrassed.
As they kissed, his hips began to rock against her in a mind-numbing, hypnotizing fashion.
“Oh, please,” she moaned as his teasing was getting the best of her.
He smirked as he leaned over to get a condom out of his nightstand and put it on himself. It didn’t take him long for him to push inside of her and she let out a low, satisfied moan. Yes, this was what she wanted.
As always, his sex was exactly what she needed to quench her sexual appetite. And once they were done, Joe got up and left the room. She laid there for a few moments, expecting him to come back in, but the seconds and minutes seemed to tick by and she was left questioning whether or not he was going to come back.
“Joe? Where are you?” Cali asked, but got no answer. Hmph.
Cali crawled out of the bed, wrapping his blanket around her body and walked out of the room to find him. He was sitting on the couch wearing a pair of boxers, the only light was a dimly lit lamp on the table next to the couch.
“Joe, what are you doing?” She asked as she sat next to him on the couch and he shrugged his shoulders.
“You’re… you’re acting weird,” she said, nudging him in the shoulder with her shoulder.
“I-I… Cali…” He began, the words falling short on his tongue.
“Yeah, Joe?” She asked, watching him, waiting for him to speak again.
“I-I… uh…” He stammered.
“What is it Joe?” Cali giggled a little at his inability for words in the moment.
“I like you, Cali,” he blurted out.
Cali froze – all the blood flowing to her cheeks, causing her face to burn red. Her stomach immediately tied in knots and she felt like she just might throw up. What did he just say?
“Uh…” She couldn’t find the words – any words.
“I just… seeing you on your date – even hearing about your date screwed with my head,” Joe said, running his fingers through his hair.
“Joe…” Cali breathed. She really didn’t know what to say.
“Cali… I don’t like seeing you with other guys,” he said, finally looking at her. What?
“I want us to be… I don’t know. I want us to start… seeing each other… exclusively,” he told her, looking at her with such vulnerability that it made her anxiety skyrocket.
She was silent – silently about to throw up from her nerves. When the hell did he start feeling like that? Yeah, okay… she started feeling differently toward him since they started their friends-with-benefits sexcapades, but not in a million years did she expect those words to ever come out of his mouth.
“Cali?” He questioned, looking at her hopefully.
“Hmm?” She answered, looking down at her hands.
“Are you going to say something? Do you… what do you think?” He asked, his voice shaking slightly.
“Uh…” She stuttered.
“How do you feel about me?” He rephrased.
“I-I like you, Joe,” she admitted, tentatively looking up into his eyes.
“You do?” He asked as a smile grew about a mile wide on his face.
“Yeah… I mean, we’ve gotten pretty close in the past couple of months,” she said and she could feel her body lightly shaking – partly because she was a bit cold, but mostly because of her nerves.
“So, what do you think of us starting to… date?” He asked, looking at her hopefully.
“I mean, we could try it. See where it leads us,” she said, biting her bottom lip.
“You think so?” He asked, sounding relieved. Cali nodded her head as her eyes met his again. He leaned over and kissed her softly.
“You want to go to bed?” He asked when he pulled back.
“Yeah,” she said, pulling the blankets a little tighter around her body.
Joe stood up and grabbed her hand, helping her up from the couch. They two of them walked to his bedroom hand-in-hand and got into bed. Cali fell asleep in Joe’s warm arms – which surprised her, since she figured her mind would forbid her to sleep after the bomb Joe dropped. She was now dating Joe Jonas. Did that like, make her his… his girlfriend? Never in a million years did she see it playing out like this.
Joe and Cali were woken up in the morning with a start.
“Yo! Joe! Get out of bed!” They heard Nick call through Joe’s apartment.
“Shit,” Joe gasped and jumped out of bed. He quickly slipped on a pair of pajama bottoms before heading out of his room, leaving the door open only a crack.
“Get up. Come on, dude,” Nick told his brother.
“I’ll meet you there, man,” Joe told him, sounding a bit taken aback.
“You got a girl here or something?” Nick asked, chuckling playfully.
“Just get out of here,” Cali heard Joe mumble.
“Who you got in there?” Nick asked him.
“No one,” Joe retorted and it made Cali’s heart drop. Nice. It was like they were back in high school – not like Joe would have ever slept with her in high school, but Jesus Christ – the way he sounded embarrassed that she was even in his bed. For fuck’s sake.
“Come on, Joe. Who is it?” Nick asked, his voice getting closer to the bedroom doorway. There was a brief few seconds where Cali was sure Nick peeked in the bedroom at her and she felt absolutely humiliated.
“Oh my god! You slept with Brace Face?” Nick freaked out, his voice low, but still loud enough to hear. Nope, now she felt absolutely humiliated.
“Shut up. You’re going to wake her up,” Joe told his brother. Wow. Too late.
“I can’t believe you’re sleeping with Brace Face,” Nick said in amusement, laughing to himself.
“Nick, shut the fuck up. It’s nothing. I mean, she’s fucking hot now. Why not?” Joe said, his words making her feel absolutely used and degraded.
“Right on,” Nick laughed.
“So, get the fuck out of here,” Joe said, trying to shoo him out.
“Can’t I be here when she makes her walk of shame?” Nick laughed. Asshole.
“Get the fuck out,” Joe told him sternly.
“Fine. But you’re going to tell me everything when you come to the jam space later,” Nick told him.
“Yeah, whatever,” Joe told him finally. Cali heard the door close and held her breath, knowing Joe would be back any second.
Cali was sitting up in bed when he came back in.
“Cali. You’re awake,” Joe said, sounding surprised. Yeah, she was awake and she heard everything. She heard how embarrassed he was that his brother caught her in his bed. She was angry, absolutely livid. Apparently, she was nothing to him.
Without a word she got out of bed and began clothing herself.
“Cali, what are you doing?” Joe asked, his voice full of protest.
“Fuck you, Joe,” she shot at him.
“Cali! I’m sorry, he just showed up,” Joe panicked.
“Way to fucking stand up for me,” she yelled at him as she slipped back into her dress.
“I’m sorry,” he said again, hanging his head.
“Fuck off,” she said and left his bedroom without another word.
She didn’t give a shit that her dress was half hanging off her, or that she left her Jimmy Choo’s behind. She just needed to get the fuck out of there.
“Cali, please wait!” Joe yelled, coming after her. She ignored him as she threw open his apartment door and slammed it behind her.
“Cali!” Joe yelled as he opened his door to follow her out.
She grabbed for her hidden key resting on her door frame – she always put it there when she didn’t want to carry a purse with her. She unlocked her door as Joe stood next to her begging for her forgiveness.
“Fuck you, Joe,” she said and went inside, slamming her door in his face.
Joe stood outside her door for a while, pounding and begging her to forgive him. She ignored him – she was incredibly hurt. He convinced her he changed, but in reality, he was still the same dick he always was. She was never good enough for him – she still wasn’t, apparently.
Cali took a shower, wanting to rid herself of any trace of Joe Jonas. But every time in her life that she wanted to cleanse herself of him, she never could get him out of her mind. He was always there – and she was afraid he was always going to be there.
She really thought they were going to be able to start something real with one another. As soon as he mentioned it the previous night, she realized it was something she unconsciously wanted for a while – to be with Joe… exclusively. But she didn’t know anymore. Not after he showed her who he really was – the same asshole he always had been.
When Cali came out of the shower, she no longer heard Joe’s pounding and pleas through the door. On one hand, she was relieved because she was so angry with him and he needed to leave her the fuck alone. But on the other, she was saddened that he gave up already because it meant that he really didn’t care that much. Ugh. She hated being so wishy-washy. She wanted him to be miserable, but she also wanted nothing more than to just go over there and make him happy – no matter the pain he caused her. She was an empath by nature and she hated it.
Cali spent quite a while that morning just lying in bed in a daze. After her shower, she didn’t even bother getting dressed, she just curled up on her bed instead. She didn’t even realize she was crying until her vision began to blur and by then her pillow was already stained with tears. After a little while, she heard knocking on her door again – he was back. She groaned to herself, throwing her pillow over her head to drown out the sound. Fuck him. He could pound and grovel all he wanted – it wasn’t going to make a difference to her.
Her phone buzzed suddenly on her nightstand causing a terrible noise as it rattled against the wood. Cali grabbed for it, expecting it to be Joe – who already called upwards of twenty times that morning. But, she was surprised when it read Vivian instead.
“Hey,” Cali answered quietly, wiping at her eyes.
“Are you home? Because I’ve been knocking on your door for like, five minutes. Joe says you’re here, but I mean…” Viv said, cutting herself off.
“Joe’s out there?” Cali asked sharply.
“Nah, he went back into his apartment,” Vivian told her.
“You’re not lying for him, are you?” Cali asked accusatorily.
“Cali, what the fuck is going on between you two? Joe was just out here trying to get me to get you to talk to him,” Viv told her.
“Hold on. Let me get dressed and I’ll let you in,” Cali said, crawling out of bed as her towel fell from her naked body.
“So, you are home?” Vivian asked.
“Yes, I am home,” Cali told her.
Cali hung up the phone and threw on some sweats and a t-shirt before heading to the door to let her best friend in. She did a quick sweep of the hallway and didn’t see Joe, feeling relieved that she didn’t have to deal with him. Once Vivian was in the apartment, Cali shut and locked the door to keep Joe out.
“What the fuck is going on?” Vivian asked again and Cali rolled her eyes.
“Okay, let’s start with last night. Where the hell did you go? You just dipped out on your date with Will. He’s a great guy, Cal. What the hell?” She asked with her hands on her hips.
“Oh, God. I know and I feel bad now,” Cali said, plopping down on the couch and Vivian sat down with her.
“Now? What? You didn’t feel bad before?” She asked and Cali hesitated.
“What is going on?” She asked again, her voice more strained.
“Joe and I…” Cali started, but she wasn’t sure how to explain it.
“So, he is the one you left with?” Vivian asked, sounding bored with the whole situation. Cali hooking up with Joe was old news to her and she was bored with it.
“Well yeah, but…” Cali said before Vivian cut her off.
“Cali, I cannot believe you. You could have had a real boyfriend instead of some prick you sleep with on occasion. Don’t you remember how he used to make you feel?” She asked, looking at her with absolute disappointment.
“Oh, I remember,” Cali snapped as a twinge of pain shot through her heart remembering his ignorance from that morning.
“Then, what the fuck? Will is so fucking hot, he’s rich, he likes you…” She explained, pretty much unknowingly summing up Joe as well.
“I don’t know. There was something with Joe,” Cali said quietly.
“Something, like what? He makes your panties wet? You can find that with a lot of guys,” Vivian said, rolling her eyes.
“I liked him,” Cali admitted.
“You liked him?” Vivian asked, sounding displeased.
“Yeah…” Cali said, quietly looking down at her hands, really trying not to cry.
“Wait, what do you mean ‘liked’?” She asked and Cali hesitated again.
“Calista…” She warned.
“Last night he told me he had feelings for me…” Cali said quietly. Vivian laughed out loud, but stopped when she noticed Cali wasn’t laughing.
“Oh, you’re being serious,” she said, letting the smile drop off her face.
“Yeah,” Cali said, getting annoyed with her best friend.
“Okay, so what happened?” Vivian asked impatiently.
“He told me he didn’t want me to date anyone else, that he wanted us to be exclusive,” Cali explained.
“He told you?” She asked, implying that Joe demanded she stop seeing other people.
“Will you please just shut the fuck up right now?” Cali asked with attitude. Vivian was annoying the shit out of her.
“Sorry,” Viv said with a smirk.
“So, he asked me if I wanted to be exclusive and I told him I did. But then this morning his brother – you know, Nick – showed up at his place. Joe went to go head him off or whatever – like, embarrassed for his brother to see I was in his bed. I could hear their entire conversation and Nick was just talking all kinds of shit about me, and Joe – he wasn’t like saying anything bad, but he wasn’t defending me to Nick. And then he pretty much told Nick I was nothing to him and that he was hooking up with me because I was hot,” Cali explained to her.
“So he like, regressed or whatever to a fucking high schooler?” She asked, sounding utterly annoyed.
“Pretty much,” Cali told her.
“Well, you can probably give Will a call and tell him you got sick and had to leave or something. I’m sure it’s not too late to get him to forgive you,” Vivian suggested, completely shrugging off Cali’s whole situation with Joe.
“You’re really fucking making me angry right now!” Cali growled as she got up from the couch and started pacing.
“Why? Fuck Joe Jonas,” she scoffed with a laugh.
“You already did!” Cali threw at her bitterly.
“I thought we weren’t going to talk about that ever again,” Vivian said, standing up from the couch – the couch she fucked Joe on.
“Well frankly, it’s kind of fucked up, Vivian!” Cali told her finally.
“Whoa! What?” Vivian said, dropping her mouth open, looking offended.
“I mean, what the fuck were you thinking? I am your best friend, Viv. Joe Jonas was my enemy – someone who took pleasure in making me feel like shit and you decided you were going to fuck him – in my apartment, no less!” Cali yelled at her, finally getting her anger over the situation off her chest.
“I’m sorry, Cal,” Vivian said, looking away from her.
“It just – it just made me feel like shit,” Cali told her, her voice calmer than it was seconds before.
“Really, Cal. I’m sorry. I regret it. If I had it to do over again, I would have never let it happen,” Vivian admitted.
“Thank you,” Cali said quietly, crossing her arms over her chest.
“So, okay – you and Joe have feelings for each other?” She asked, trying to be more sensitive to the situation.
“I did – but… I don’t know anymore. He’s not the person I thought he was,” Cali said quietly.
“He’s not good enough for you, Cali. And I mean that,” Vivian told her.
“But what if he is?” Cali asked, looking up into her best friends eyes.
“He’s not! If he can’t defend you to his brother, then who the fuck is he to you? Just the same old jerk he’s always been,” Vivian exploded, but all Cali could do was shrug.
“You’re going to forgive him, aren’t you? Cal, come on. Where is the strong girl I’ve always known? Joe Jonas has turned you into a marshmallow,” Vivian snapped.
“I-I think I love him,” Cali admitted for the first time out loud.
“What!?” Vivian screamed. Cali looked at her with wide eyes. She felt absolutely terrified.
Honestly, she hadn’t even thought about it until it fell from her lips. Oh, god. She was in love with him. Oh, dear god. She suddenly wanted to puke – her nerves began working overtime.
“Cali, have you lost your damn mind?” Vivian asked sternly.
“I’ve never even thought about it… God, do I love him?” Cali asked rhetorically.
“You’re crazy if you do,” she scoffed.
“You don’t know him like I do, Viv. He’s sweet and funny – God, he can make me laugh. And he’s amazing in bed – so amazing,” Cali said with a smile on her face.
“You’re grossing me out,” Vivian laughed.
“Oh, God. Why did he have to ruin it? Why couldn’t he just stay the way he has been? He just had to ruin it. God damn it,” Cali growled, getting extremely emotional as her eyes welled with tears.
“Oh, Cal. Don’t cry,” Viv said, walking toward Cali, wrapping her arms around her.
“Why did he have to do this to me?” Cali whimpered as she cried on Vivian’s shoulder.
“I’m sorry, sweetie,” she cooed in her ear, holding her as she cried.
“Maybe you should talk to him,” Viv offered after Cali began to calm down.
“No. I don’t think things will ever be the same with him again. I can’t trust him,” Cali said, shaking it off like it was the most insane thing she ever heard.
Fuck Joe Jonas. How would she ever be able to trust him again? She couldn’t. She wouldn’t. He left invisible scars within her when they were younger and that morning he gashed them wide open again, leaving her bloody and broken.
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