I'd Rather Not Miss Out On Us

*Jess’s POV*

I leave the booth with plans to meet Frank Iero at a bar at 1 in the morning. What.
I rejoin my friends but I keep feeling eyes on me, and I keep looking up to the booth at the mirrored glass, and I know it’s Frank. I have such a weird feeling in my gut and I don’t have any earthly idea what it means. I don’t tell anyone, not even Dalton, about Frank. After a little bit more small talk everyone is tired of being sober and we head out towards B’s. I only have two wine coolers. I wanna be mostly sober when I go to meet frank. The parties fun, and I love my friends, but most of them are more the guy’s friends. At 12:40 I decide to head out, telling Dalton, and leaving the apartment. The walk to the hotel is agonizing. I’m nervous and freaking out. I’m just glad B lives in the safe and nice part of LA. Or I would have stolen his car.
I calm myself approaching the doors to the hotel, and as I enter, I turn right and see the large entrance to the bar and grill. I take a deep breathe, look at my phone and sees it’s says 12:59. Cool. I put my head up and see Frank’s wide beautiful eyes staring at me, with a smirk on his face. I walk over to him.
His smirk turns in to a genuine smile, and all my worries melt away. He gestures for me to take seat, and I silently obey.
“Do you mind if I have a beer?” He ask. I shake my head.
He orders a beer, and ask if I want anything as the bartender is waiting. I shake my head, “I’m 20”.
“21? Yeah, that’s legal sweetie.” The bartender winks at me, I smile “I’ll have a crown and coke” I blurt out. I love crown and coke. I’m a dude when it comes to liquor.
Franks eyes almost jump out of his head. “You know what, make it two.”
I smile, and frank returns it. It’s silent until the drinks come.
I take a sip and swallow hard, realizing how long it has been since I’ve drank anything hard.
Frank glares at me with a smirk on his face, “what?” I ask.
“You- you just seem really cool, that’s all” I blush at his words. I look at him.
“Now what were you really thinking?” the words just come out like vomit.
“Whoa… well... uh- you’re really attractive.”
My eyes go wide. Did he just say that? The man with the jawline stronger then Zeus, with the hazel eyes shinier then gods’ revolver, and the hair cut to perfection. It’s short, and it reminds me of his revenge era hair. I smile to myself and realize I didn’t reply.
“Thanks. You’re pretty-“
I’m cut off, “don’t lie to me, love”
I blush at the knick name. “But you’re pretty attractive yourself.”
He smiles down at his hands. Is this really happening. Am I really doing this? I look at him, and he’s staring at me with hungry eyes, and in that moment all I wanna be doing is screaming his name. WOAH. Jess, calm down. Too far. I’m taking my thoughts too far. No, I’m not. I need to take them farther. I need to put them to action. I grab my drink and chug the rest. I stand up. His eyes shift to worry in an instant. It stops me for a second, it’s so cute. Like he doesn’t want me to leave. Stay on the game, Jess. I look at him. And take a deep breathe.
“What room number are you?”

Notes

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