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Its not love (Being Revised)

Novel By: IceBreaker

(FINISHED)Jenna Robinson is a young waitress finishing school. But one day she meets a guy named Tristan and her whole life changes. View table of contents...


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Submitted:Jun 8, 2012    Reads: 3,320    Comments: 10    Likes: 9   

Author's Note: Hello lovers, This is a new story I came up with. Won't be as long as a rockstars heart probably but hopefully it'll be just as good. A rockstar's heart has two chapters left. Taking so long becuase I'm trying to figure out what should be in the epilogue. Hopefully you all think this is a good story. So enjoy and comment.

Chapter 1: Stops my heart

I raised the plate of bacon and eggs and placed them on the table of a booth in the corner of the restaurant.

"Coffee too miss." Said the man. I nodded and walked back to the kitchen. I went to the coffee maker and grabbed a coffee cup and filled it up. I grabbed some packets of sugar and a small paper packet of cream and a coffee stirrer and brought it back up.

I placed it down on the table next to the man's plate. "Thank you." I nodded once and took a couple more orders. At Dean's diner, I had to stay focused. We were always busy. I guess people loved the food.

"Ugh, I can't wait to get out of here." My best friend, Lindsey said. She took the black rubber band out of her hair and let her blonde hair down.

Dean, our boss slapped her ass and winked at her. She blushed. Dean and Lindsey have been together for a couple months now and she's the reason I have this job.

"When is your shift over?" I asked.

"That asshole's making me stay a little longer. So he can fuck me here. He knows I have kids to take care of at home. So we are never alone."

"Your kids are everywhere. They're fucking monsters" Dean said

"Anyway, I need the extra hours for that boob job."

I grabbed the plate from the table. "For the last time, Lindsey, your boobs are fine. If Dean ain't complaining, you've got nothing to worry about." I said. She scoffed. "Dean only cares about pussy." She said.

"Hey, none of that language around my customers. If either one of ya'll make me lose my business. Both of your asses are mine." Dean said handing a lady her change.

Lindsey rolled her eyes.

After some time passed, there were only two people left in the place. "Long day…can't wait for this torture to be over." Lindsey said sipping her tea.

"Its not that bad." I said shrugging.

"That's only because you've been here for a year, honey. This is my fifth year. Soon they'll have to send me to the fucking crazy house." I giggled and turned to see a tall man entering the restaurant. I don't know how to explain how I felt the moment I saw him. My heart beat quickened, I got this nervous feeling in my stomach and heat spreaded between my legs. I turned back around. Lindsey narrowed her eyes. "What?" She asked.

"That guy…" I glanced over my shoulder and looked back at Lindsey. She tilted her head to look. "Oh shit. He is sex on a stick." She whispered. I looked back at him. His hazel colored hair and his blue eyes were beautiful. I bit my lip and looked back to Lindsey.

"You should go over and talk to him." She said. I shook my head.

"Come on, when was the last time you been laid?" She asked.

"Never, I'm a virgin." I said. Lindsey clucked her tongue. "Go take his order and make small talk."

"Somebody better take his fucking order before I do." Dean said placing boxes in the corner. I sighed and grabbed my pad of paper and slowly walked over. He slowly looked up from his phone and looked up at me. He was sex on a stick. I took a deep breath . "What can I get you?" I asked. The man smiled lightly. "Coffee please." He said softly. His voice made me melt inside.

"Okay. Is that all?" I asked.

"Well," He sat back and stared at me as if he was fascinated with me. "What would you recommend?" He asked.

I shrugged. "I don't normally eat this food so I wouldn't know what to recommend." I admitted. He smiled and narrowed his eyes.

"Well then I'll just have the coffee. Thank you." He said. I nodded and walked away. Lindsey came over to me. "Well?"

"Coffee. He wants coffee. That's all. He's not interested and honestly I don't blame him."

"Don't be one of those low self-esteem chicks."

"I don't have low self-esteem, Lindsey. I just know that a guy like that won't ever go for a girl like me. That's all." I poured some coffee into a cup and poured some cream and a little sugar in. "Come on. Go make more small talk."

"No." I grabbed his coffee and brought it over to him with a smile on my face. "Thank you." He said taking a sip. "Anything else?" I asked. He didn't answer, just kept looking at me. I nodded. "Okay." And then turned.

"What about your name?" He asked. I stopped and looked at him. "My name?" I asked. He nodded with a smirk on his face.

"Jenna." I answered.

"Jenna." He whispered and then smiled. "I like it."

My whole body was melting. "What's yours?" I asked.

"Tristan Niles." He answered. I smiled and held my hand out. He shook my hand and smiled up at me.

"Well, I have to get back to work." I said. He nodded. "What time do you get off work?" He asked taking another sip of his coffee.

"Night time. Some people like breakfast for dinner so…." I shrugged. He smiled. "Well I'll see you around then."

I nodded and turned back around and went back to the kitchen. I couldn't deny how I felt. I wanted Tristan Niles and I only knew him for five minutes.

"Hey, whole day." Dean said. Fuck.

Lindsey nodded. "Definitely. He wants your pussy." She said nodding. I stared at her. "Shut up."

"He was staring at your ass when you walked away, Jenna."

"He does not want me. I'm sure he has a girlfriend anyway. And plus I have school to worry about. The last thing I need is a man."

"You're nineteen and still a virgin." She shrugged. I gave her a look. "I'm not completely inexperienced. I've had and gave oral and hand jobs."

"Yeah from your high school boyfriend. But that guy over there is a real man. I bet his dick is huge."

"Come on, stop it."

"I'd fuck him if I could." She said staring at him. I shook my head. "Dean! When is my break?" I asked. Dean looked at his watch. "Right now Jenna." He answered.

I sat down in a chair and looked up at Lindsey. She looked at me. "Sweetie, I love you and that's why I want you to have someone."

"I know that. I know. I'm not lonely. If I was, you'll see me on one of those dating websites. I'm not lonely and I don't need a man. Okay?" I said. Lindsey sighed. After a while, she nodded.

The day was long but I was happy when I finally got out of there. Lindsey and Dean were already gone. I told them they didn't have to wait for me. I locked up the diner and looked up at the full moon. I looked at my dark green car and started walking towards it.

"Hey," Said a voice. I turned around. A man dressed in all black was staring at me. He was five feet from me.

"Yes?" I asked. He looked me up and down and smiled. "Still open?" He asked. I rolled my eyes. It was so obvious we weren't. "Well the lights are off and the doors are locked so….obviously not." I answered. I turned and started walking towards my car again.

I could hear his footsteps behind me. I sighed. Really? I have to go through this. Today? When I'm tired? I turned back around and he was not two feet in front of me. "Can I help you with something?" I asked.

He smirked and grabbed a strand of my dark red hair. I slapped his hand away. His eyebrows pulled together. He grabbed me by my jacket and pushed me hard against my car. It made me lose my breath for a second. I tried to push him away from me. He tried ripping my jacket off. I knew I would get no help because the parking lot was in the back and no one would come out here this late. "Get off me." I said. He laughed and slapped me. It hurt and stung my skin but I turned and slapped him back.

"Fucking bitch." He grabbed my hair and bent me over the trunk of my car. I could feel his hard on poking me in my back. I used my butt to push him back as hard as possible. I was thankful that it worked. I turned to face him and lifted my leg up and kicked him in his crotch.

He fell hard on the ground screaming like a little bitch. I stared down at him. I circled him for a second like he was my prey. "My dad taught me how to fight when I was a little girl, you little shit." I brought my foot back and thrusted it forward and my foot connected with his face. Blood splattered out of his mouth onto the ground.

I heard another car coming to the back. I looked up and the black car stopped. The car was turned off and the door opened. I recognized the man as soon as he got out. "Are you okay?" He asked me. I nodded. He looked down at the man with the dislocated balls.

"What the hell happened?" Tristan asked.

"This guy tried to rape me….I think." I said. Tristan's eyebrow rose. "You think?"

I shrugged. Tristan sighed and looked back down at the man. "Jesus, his face is all fucked up now. You can go to jail for that you know."

"I don't care. He shouldn't have touched me."

"Let's just get out of here." Tristan said walking back to his car. I looked back down at the man. One hand was holding his crotch. The other across his mouth

I got back in my car and circled out of the parking lot. In the rear view mirror, I could see Tristan following me. Why was he following? I was fine. He didn't need to protect me if that's what he was trying to do. After about ten minutes of following me, I finally pulled over. His car stopped behind mine.

I sighed and closed my eyes for a second and then got out of my car. Tristan got out of his and came over to me. "Stop following me please. I appreciate it but you don't need to protect me."

"A guy just tried to rape you. You think I'd seriously let you out of my sight?"

"Why do you care?"

"I don't know. I just do alright? Something bad could have happened to you tonight."

"Well I took care of it so back the fuck off." I said. He got closer to me and glared down at me. I shrunk back only slightly.

"I'm sorry for coming to your rescue then." He said a little more calmly.

"You didn't have to. I took care of it. My dad taught me how to defend myself. I don't need a man to help me."

"Well I'll try to remember that next time you're about to get raped."

"You're a prick. Fuck you." I stepped away from him.

"Why are you being so difficult?"

"I didn't need your help, Tristan."


"So don't follow me anymore. I can defend myself." I said.

"You know this tough act you're pulling isn't fooling me." He said staring into my eyes.

"It doesn't have to." I said. He stared at me without speaking. I couldn't believe how badly I wanted him at this moment. Why was I arguing with him? Just to keep him talking to me longer? Maybe. That's not what the normal me would do.

"You know what? Let's forget this. Let's just forget that we ever met." I said as I walked back to my car. I got in and looked at my side mirror. Tristan was looking at my car and I started it and drove off leaving that stranger behind.

I drove home really fast. Probably out of anger. It wasn't a big deal. He wanted to protect me and I liked that but for some reason it also pissed me off. It pisses me off when people become over protective over me. Like my mom, Haley, and my dad, Shane. They use to make me stay in the house all the time. They were always afraid I was going to get kidnapped and raped. That's why my dad taught me how to fight. But together my parents were just perfect or at least that's what they make it seem like. They're not perfect. My dad always uses this name for her. He calls her Ginger and it pisses her off. All the time and that's when the fighting began. My mom had me when she was seventeen years old. She didn't want for me to get pregnant at that age. I loved my mom to death. Speaking of which, I should go see her soon.

I pulled up to my driveway and parked my car and got out. My house was a little thing at the end of the street. Bought by my dad, Shane who is rich but I told him I didn't want a big house.

I walked in and kept the lights off. Went straight upstairs and turned on the bath water. That's the first thing I did every time I came home from work. But this time, I touched myself. Because all I can think about was Tristan and his eyes and his lips. I rubbed my clit and I moaned and sunk deeper into the water. Tristan Niles turned me on to the maximum and he didn't even know it…..yet.


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