Chapter 25: I'm annoyed with your bullshit
The night after we finally came home, we went out to the Oraz club with the usual three. Sean, Carl and Nate.
"We missed you, Niles." Sean said smiling at me.
"Yeah, hopefully Tristan didn't tire you out too much." Carl said adjusting his glasses. I blushed as Tristan smirked.
"Back to our other conversation," Sean said. "I love that you two are back but I don't want to hear about you two fucking." He said. I giggled. Yeah that's embarrassing to talk about.
"What's the best feeling in the world?" Carl asked.
"Sex." Sean immediately answered. Typical.
"Love." I answered.
"Love and sex with Jenna." Tristan said. I laughed along with Nate.
Carl clicked his tongue. "Something that we all can feel, Tristan."
Tristan thought for a second. "In that case, I don't know."
"Winning the lotto. That's a good feeling." Nate said nodding.
Sean smiled and shook his head. "You're the only one at this table that knows what it feels like."
"You won the lotto?" I asked.
Nate smiled smugly. "30 million, Miss Jenna." He said nodding.
"And this lucky bastard was already rich. Can you believe that shit, Niles?" Sean asked. I shook my head with a smile on my face. That is lucky.
Nate shrugged. "God loves me. That's why I won."
"Don't start with that shit, Nate. God loves everyone. Probably except me. It's been a month since I got laid."
"Is that all you talk about, Sean?" I asked. Sean smirked.
"Niles, getting laid is a priority for a man. For a woman, it's just something that happens. But for a man, it's a necessity."
"So what would happen if, hypothetically, your cock gets shot off?" I asked. Sean shook his head.
"I'm not answering that. I don't want to jinx it." He said looking around.
"You're actually looking to see if someone has a gun. You're a fucking idiot." Nate said. Sean flipped him off.
"So…when are the kids coming?" Carl asked.
Me and Tristan both tensed up. The sudden memory of what he did filled my brain. I sighed softly.
"I got some people that's reading Jenna's book. They'll call about the information about the publishing. After it's published, we're going to have kids."
"What will it be, Niles? Girl or boy?" Sean asked. I shrugged. Maybe a girl.
"A boy." Tristan answered.
Or a boy.
"So you're the family man now. Very nice, Niles." Sean said nodding. He held his drink into the air. "This is for Mr. and Mrs. Niles. My favorite two bitches." Sean threw back his shot. I couldn't help but smile at the bastard. He is truly something else.
"Godfather. Who's getting the job, Miss Jenna?" Nate asked. Him of course. He was sweet and trustworthy. They all are.
"You Nate." I answered. Tristan looked at me and removed his hand from my knee. I stared at him and he was clearly pissed.
"Thank you, Jenna. Babies make me feel…..awkward." Carl said as his phone rang.
"Yeah, same here. I can't take it." Sean said.
"Thank you, Miss Jenna. I am more than honored. Unlike these two over here, I'm awesome." He said smiling at me. I smiled back.
Tristan shifted uncomfortably and twirled his wedding ring on his finger.
Maybe I should be quiet. Seems like I'm making it worse.
"I can't get kids. They're….too much responsibility." Sean said.
"You are heartless."
"I know. Jenna, that's my subtitle. Every girl I ever slept with called me heartless.
I'm used to it. Even my cousin called me heartless."
My eyes grew wide. "You fucked you cousin? You are shitting
Sean shook his head. "I shit you not." He said. I tried to stifle my laugh. That is disgusting.
"She was my second cousin. She didn't give a shit." He said shrugging as he grinned at me. Wow. I am surrounded by Tristan's perverted and crazy and weird friends.
"Tristan?" Asked a high voice. I turned to see Clementine standing next to our table. The table grew quiet instantly. I glared up at her yet she was paying me no attention.
Tristan just looked up at her with a smirk on his face. She blushed at his gaze.
"Can we talk, Tristan?" She asked hopefully. Was she serious?
Tristan smiled. "No." He said simply.
Sean and Carl tried not to laugh in her face but miserably failed.
Clementine sighed. "Please?"
"Like I said, Clementine, no." He raised up his hand, the back facing her. "I'm married now."
Her gaze turned to me.
"I hope you and the blonde enjoyed your dresses." She said.
Tristan slowly turned to me. "Jenna, I hope she's not talking about the blonde I think she's talking about." He said. I gulped and kept staring at him.
He sighed and grabbed my arm and forced me up. "We'll be back." He said softly. He pulled me to the back door and out and pushed me hard against the brick wall.
"You bought that bitch a dress? With my money?!" He asked.
I stayed silent. Even though he promised he'd apologize to her, I knew that he hates her.
"I…I'm sorry." I whispered.
"That bitch is going to pay me. How much is her dress?"
"Tristan, I'll pay you for her dress. I'm sorry."
"Stop saying that. You always said that she matters to you and you lie to me about the fact that you bought her dress. Are you fucking kidding me? You know how I feel about her.
You know that she'd be acting the same way if it was me you bought something for with her money."
"Yes. I know but.."
"But what, Jenna?"
"You'll get your money back." I said. He stared at me and let out a low sigh and leaned against the other brick wall and stared at me.
"And you were flirting with Nate. What the fuck was that?"
"What because I asked him to be the godfather? That's flirting? You're so fucking paranoid."
"Are you fucking him?"
"No! Why the hell would you even ask me that? Fuck you."
"I swear to god sometimes…you make me want to…." He shook his head and looked down at the ground.
We were quiet for about two minutes. The only sounds that were heard were our breathing and passing cars.
My back was hurting from how hard he pushed me against the wall. I was so pissed at him right now. But yes, I did deserve it.
"You okay?" He asked.
"No. I'm not. You promised you wouldn't hurt me again." I said.
Tristan walked over to me and wrapped his arms around me. I shook my head. "I'm not going to do this."
"You know what."
"Jenna, I'm sorry." He breathed softly.
"If this is what's going to happen every time you get pissed, I'm not going to do this. I cannot get hurt every fucking time you get angry."
"You sure as hell have a lot to be sorry for lately. Let's just go home. I don't want to fucking talk anymore." I got out of his arms and stomped back into the building leaving Tristan behind. Damnit. I should have slapped him like I wanted but that would have made things worse. My dad taught me how to fight yet I can't bring it to myself to actually fight Tristan. I can't believe it. The fucker has me blinded by love and lust. He has a goddamn spell on me that I can't break. Fuck!
I grabbed my jacket and purse when I got back from the table.
"Niles? What's wrong?" Sean asked. I didn't answer at first as I slid my arms through the jacket.
"Miss Jenna?" Nate asked. Tears sprung from my eyes. "It's okay. It's just the fact that your friend is a prick. The usual." I said. Sean smirked and so did Nate. Their eyes were focused on something behind me. I sighed.
"Where's Clementine?" Tristan asked.
Sean scoffed. "The little cunt left as soon as you two went out."
"I smelt jealousy." Carl said smiling.
"We're going to go." I said.
Sean shook his head. "No! No! Come on. Stay."
I put on a fake smile. "I'll see you guys soon." I said and then turned and walked away. I could hear Tristan right behind me. I ignored him. I couldn't take this. If Tristan, as much as I love him, continues this, I'm going to have to see my dad.