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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:Jul 11, 2012    Reads: 746    Comments: 4    Likes: 4   

Chapter 13: Tristan's friends

I was kind of nervous as we pulled up to one of Tristan's favorite restaurants. Coral. I was about to meet his three best friends. I hope they weren't cocky like Tristan. That's annoying and a turn off.

Tristan looked at me as the valet parked his car. He smirked. "No reason to be nervous. They'll like you. I promise you." He said nodding. I nodded back as he took my hand in his and led me in.

I had on a short black mini dress with gold pumps and gold accessories. My hair was down and curly with a gold and black butterfly clip in it. I don't normally dress like this but Tristan had someone buy me this dress and shoes.

Tristan led me to a table full of attractive guys with suits on. They all smiled at me. "Holy shit." Said one with glasses. "You weren't lying. She is fucking beautiful" He said to Tristan. Tristan smirked. "I know."

Tristan looked at me. "Jenna, this is Carl Jaklin." He said motioning towards the guy with glasses. He took them off and smiled at me. I smiled back.

"This guy right here is Sean Kipser." He said pointing to a blonde guy who held out his hand. I shook it. "I'm the smartass of the group." He said. I smiled at him. "I admire that." I said.

Sean chuckled.

"And this is Nate Hamilton." He said looking at a brunette guy with brown eyes. "Nice to meet you, Jenna."

"You too." I said.

Sean leaned forward with a smile on his face. "So you finally have Tristan whipped. Huh?" He asked.

"Oh I hope so." I said. Tristan squeezed my hand slightly.

"Have to be whipped. He wasn't really looking forward to bring Clementine to meet us when he was with her." Carl said fixing his tie. Tristan shrugged. "Clementine was dull and didn't know how to have fun. She was pathetic." He said looking down at the floor.

"What do you do, Jenna?" Nate asked.

"I work at a diner." I answered.

"Call me crazy but that dress says differently." Sean said as he sat his shot glass down.

I blushed. "Tristan, knowing I'm not into wearing shit like this, bought me this dress." I said looking at him.

He gave me a look. "Whatever. You and I know damn well that you love that dress." He said. He was right.

"Your boyfriend here is the cheapest motherfucker in the world. He has to be whipped."

"Just because I bought Jenna a dress does not mean I'm whipped."

I looked at him. "Oh I can make you whipped." I said seductively.

Sean, Carl and Nate chuckled. "There you go. Girls know exactly how to get to a guy. One word."Pussy." Carl said.

"That's one way." I said.

Nate leaned forward. "Name another Miss Jenna." He said smiling.

"Not all guys are just with girls for pussy. Some guys are just lonely and want the company."

Sean scoffed. "I suppose so if the fucker is a virgin."

I shook my head. "That's why you'll never get married." I said.

Sean clapped. "Thank you Jenna. That's the last thing I want."


"Marriage…..is a little overrated. Don't you think?" He asked.

Carl shook his head. "Don't listen to this prick, he got married last year."

"It was a high Vegas thing so it doesn't count."

"What did you have?" I asked.

Sean's eyes flipped to the ceiling as he thought. "A lot of Ecstasy." He said nodding.

"Never had it."

Sean shook his head. "That's a problem. You have to try it at least once, Jenna."

Nate shook his head. "Don't listen to this prick. You don't have to try shit."

"Don't worry, I won't."

"Told you I was an asshole." Sean said. I nodded along with him and giggled.

"Trust me Jenna, you don't want Ecstasy. Last time I took it, I woke up in a porta potty with a fucking fat guy." Carl said.

Everyone around the table laughed with me.

Nate nodded throwing back a shot. "I remember that shit."

We ordered and our food came soon along with our drinks. I liked his friends so far. I didn't feel out of place or anything. I felt comfortable. No one pissed me off. No one annoyed me. Everything was normal.

"You actually paid a homeless person to sleep with you?" I asked Carl.

He nodded ashamed of himself. "It was a bet. And a shitty one too."

"Who told you to do it?" I asked.

"Blame your cocky fucking boyfriend." He said.

I looked to Tristan who had a smirk on his face. "You lost in spades I gave you a bet. You did it now it's over."

"I'll never fucking forget it. I have to find some way to get you back."

"I'll help you." I said.

"Good. Hah! I got your chick on my side." Carl said smiling. I heard one of my favorite songs come on and an instant smile appeared on my face. I looked to Tristan. "Come on let's dance."

Sean scoffed. "Good luck getting that to happen. If you can get Tristan Niles on that dance floor, I admire the hell out of you." He said.

I looked back to Tristan. "Please?" I asked.

Tristan looked into my eyes and shook his head. "I don't dance, sweetheart."

"Yes. Come on before I kick you in the nuts." I said. Tristan smirked at me.

"No stay there, Tristan. I would like to see you get kicked in the nuts." Carl said laughing.

"Please?" I asked trying the puppy dog look.

"I'm not buying that look, sweetheart. He said shaking his head.

"I'll go." Sean said getting up.

Nate's eyes widened. "Holy shit. You're getting Sean to dance. Now I really fucking admire you." He said nodding.

Carl nodded. "Me too."

I smiled at them before getting up and moving over Tristan to go with Sean to the dance floor. "You like this song?" Sean asked while swaying side to side.

"Yes. Weezer is fucking awesome. Island in the sun is one of the best songs in the world."

"In your dreams sweetheart. Ever heard of Nirvana?"

"They're okay." I said shrugging.

Sean's eyebrow rose. "Just okay? Are you kidding me?"

"I'm not kidding at all."

Sean shook his head. "You're a one of a kind chick. You know that?"

"What makes you say that?"

"Tristan loves you. Actually loves you. With Clementine, you could clearly see that love was fake. You're nothing like her thank the fucking lord. She had issues."

"Tristan told me she said he had issues."

"Well so does everyone else. What else is new?" Sean spun me around.

"Seriously Robinson, what do you see in this song?" He asked as he wrinkled his nose.

"Just let the song flow through you. You'll learn to like it."

"I hate this fucking song." He said spinning me around again.

"Can I cut in?" Asked Tristan. He was staring at me.

"Take her. Can you believe she doesn't like Nirvana? That's her only flaw."

"Give me their CD."

"Oh I will. We got to get you into that, Robinson." He nodded once before turning around and going back to the table.

"I thought you don't dance." I said.

Tristan shrugged. "I was getting jealous." He admitted.

"You? Jealous?" I asked.

"I can't stand to see you with anyone else." He said rubbing his thumb against the side of my face. "It makes me angry to see anyone even dancing with you."

"I thought you don't get jealous."

"I don't. But….I just did. Oh and by the way, they love you. Just like I said they would. They like you better than Clementine."

"What is it with her?"

"They knew that me and her love was fake. I didn't know it at the time. But as time progressed, I could feel the fakeness in our relationship. Clementine was the biggest mistake I ever made in my life. But with you, I can't explain how I feel about you. You're just….everything I ever wanted."

I smiled and wrapped my arms around his neck as a slow song came on and he wrapped his arms around my waist and pulled me close.

We didn't talk anymore and just listen to the song.

Sean handed me a Nirvana CD as we stood outside the restaurant. "Listen to that and I guarantee you won't think Nirvana is just "Okay." Sean said smiling.

"Okay I will. Thanks."

"And I want that back."

"Of course." I said. Sean kissed me on my cheek.

"She's a good one, Tristan you better keep her." He said before turning and walking to his car. Carl came up to us. "Nirvana isn't that awesome; I mean they're okay but the Pixies are number one on my list."

"Bullshit. Fuck the pixies." Nate said flicking a cigarette in the street.

I shook my head. "You don't like the pixies? That won't work, Nate."

"Blink 182 is for me. Fuck everything else."

Tristan shook his head smirking.

Carl smiled at me. "It was nice meeting you, Jenna. Hope to see you again soon. But this prick might try to keep you from us." He said playfully glaring at Tristan.

"Damn right I would." Tristan said nodding.

Carl rolled his eyes and kissed my cheek and then walked to his car.

"I got to get you on Blink 182 and off that Pixies shit." Nate said.

"Not going to work. I tried listening to Blink 182. Sounds like bullshit to me."

Nate smiled. "Alright. You're still my favorite girl he's ever dated." He said lifting my hand up and kissing it. I smiled. "Thanks Nate. You're not an asshole."

Nate chuckled. "I'm glad to hear you feel that way. Tristan may think differently."

"To hell with what Tristan thinks."

Nate clapped. "Yeah, thank you. Definitely. You're my new best friend. Next time we all get together, you better be there or else I'll have to kick your ass."

I rolled my eyes. "I'll like to see you try." I said.

"I'll see you soon, Miss Jenna." He said and winked at me. He looked at Tristan and nodded as he walked out to his car.

Me and Tristan walked to his car and we got in.

Tonight was a great night and went better than I expected.


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