I Know You Better Than You Know Yourself

Disclaimer: Ha! I wish!

A/N: Just a little filler for you while Only When I Sleep is on tempory hiatus. Was originally going to be a one-shot because it's basically Last Week's Fights, This Week's Tights from Rory and Jess' alternated POVs but I decided to split it up instead...'cause I can! This means that all chapters will be short...also, since this isn't exactly a re-write (although there is implied Lit!), it means that there won't be a happy ending, just hopefully some closure. Hope you enjoy...and remember people, reviews are love!

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Conscientious Objectors and Rebellious Ghosts

My conscience pesters me, consuming all previous thoughts as I realise what I'm doing. I'm out, late at night on a deserted campus with my married ex-boyfriend. I've been drinking and so all thoughts are hazy. I wanted to drown out all memories of my James Dean and his confession of love. Love. As if he actually knew what it meant. But now my thoughts are becoming clearer and this new clarity leads me to wonder what Dean is doing here…shouldn't he be home with his wife?

"Dean…how is it that you can be out like this. Here. With me…or with anyone for that matter? Where does Lindsay think you are?" I search for the confirmation that I'm not a home-wrecker, that I'm not the other woman.

"She thinks I'm out." His statement is flat and fails to reassure me so I try again.

"Out where?"

"Doesn't matter." He's edging closer, ever so slightly. My mom's gonna kill me for this…

"What's going on with you?" I try to delay the inevitable but nothing will stop his pursuit.

That is, until the weighty doors crash against the bricks and there he is. My heart races but whether it's from anger or another deep-rooted feeling, I'm not sure. I have an aching need to leap at him. To claw his face, to nestle in his arms, to beat him, to kiss him. Conflicting desires melding to become one but I can't move. I'm fixed to the spot, torn between guilt, anger and desire and he looks as he always did, like nothing could shake his cool composure. Jess.