Jesse KNEW that he should be home, finishing the last of his packing. After all, he WAS leaving for California in the morning, and the flight that he had booked, wasn't going to wait for him, even though he WAS Jesse St. James. Upon hearing about Trevor's party, though, he knew that this might be his one and only shot to talk to Rachel before he left. He didn't know for sure of she was going, of course, since she wasn't much of a partier, but he HAD to chance it. He hadn't officially been invited, but, hello - he was Jesse St. James. Who would turn him away?
Getting dressed in his usual black t-shirt and tight jeans attire, he ran a hand through his curly hair, and grabbed the keys to the range rover. He headed down the stairs and out the door to the vehicle, getting inside. His heart was pounding, knowing how badly he wanted, and NEEDED, to see her before he left. PLEASE let Rachel be at this party tonight, he thought to himself. He started the SUV, and drove to Trevor's house, finding it after asking around for the address.
Once there, he parked and found his way to the door. He rang the bell, hearing the music already. He was let inside by some guy he barely recognized, and he immediately began scanning the room for any sigh of Rachel.