who: Nic & Jason what: Things come to a head when: Late night where: Nic's apartment
It only took a split second for the name Jason mumbled against her neck to register and another second for Nic to roughly push him off of her, already visibly upset that he had said his ex-girlfriend's name. No, it wouldn't have been any better had he said some other woman's name, but Kate? It just made the blow all the more sharper. "I can't believe you," she hissed through a panted breath, scrambling back toward the head of the bed in a desperate attempt at getting some space between them. Despite not being a violent person, the urge to leave a hand print across his cheek was still too strong and gritting her teeth together, the hair stylist climbed out of the bed completely. Mumbling things beneath her breath that weren't typical of Nic at all, it didn't take her no time to start chucking his clothes at him as hard as she could, not caring in the least his belt buckle or something else smacked him hard enough to leave a mark. She was pissed -- you didn't just blurt out your ex-girlfriend's name in the middle of sex! -- so what if he got hurt. Maybe Kate would take care of him.
Turning around, Nic angrily pulled a shirt on over her head and then pulled on a pair of shorts, all the while fighting back the tears she felt clouding up her eyes. "Have you been fucking her too?" she spat, crossing the room to her door, pulling her hair up into a ponytail as she did. With her back to him, Nic swiped at her eyes. Her heart ached, her throat felt tight, and she hated knowing that her crazy theories about Jason not being over Kate were true. Or at least appeared to be true. She should've put two and two together that day at the warehouse. The awkward glances, the mini argument...them both busting out of there as if it were some emergency. God, she felt stupid.
Angrily she pushed a few strands of hair that had missed the ponytail behind her ear and compulsively went about cleaning her living room. Stacking the plates they had eaten Chinese off of earlier that night and then getting the boxes together, Nic balanced everything and swiftly moved back into the kitchen before dumping it all in the sink. She stood in front of the sink for a long moment, eyes closed as a sob wracked her body. Getting attached to someone always ended with her getting hurt and this time it wasn't any different. Straightening up, Nic caught Jason's reflection in the window. She barely glanced over her shoulder at him, one hand lifting to wipe beneath her eyes as the other held onto the edge of the sink, her voice cracking as she said, "you should go."