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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 26, 2012    Reads: 638    Comments: 1    Likes: 2   

Chapter 29: Making up

Nate's POV

I kept my eyes on Tristan. He looked like shit ran over twice. He's been really fucked up since Jenna left.

I felt sorry for him.

He wouldn't eat, wouldn't do anything. Just sit there staring down at the floor.

"Where the hell is Carl? Ever since he started seeing that Chinese chick, he's been seeing us less."

Tristan didn't respond. He just sat back on the couch and looked up to the ceiling. Damn. She messed him up bad.

"Tristan?" I asked.

He looked at me.

"Why don't you just call her? It's been three days already. Call her before you go crazy, man."

Tristan shrugged. "My phone's dead." He whispered.

"Plug it the fuck up then, Niles. You've been acting like a fucking zombie." Sean said. He got up and went upstairs.

"Tristan, why did she leave?"

He glared at me. "Because of you."

"Me?" I asked. He nodded.

"She likes you, Nate. I can tell. And I know you like her too. Sean told me. You stay the hell away from her for now on."

Tristan is one funny guy.

"For one, I don't like her. For two…..she doesn't like me. If that was the case however, she wouldn't be married to you right now and maybe, she wouldn't have left."

"Nate, I'm not in the mood to fuck you up. I'm really not. Get the hell out of my house if you're going to talk to me like that."

"I'm just saying, you can't possibly blame me for your marital issues. Maybe you should see a therapist."

"Maybe you should go fuck yourself." He responded.

Sean came back downstairs before I could respond. He had a phone charger and Tristan's phone in his hand. He plugged up the charger and hooked it into the phone. Tristan always has these moments. I was kind of used to it after sixteen years of knowing him.

"Call her now." Sean said forcing the phone in Tristan's hand.

"Give me a few minutes."

Jenna's POV

"You are a creepy little girl you know that?" I asked Alicia. She giggled and skipped away.

"It's been really fun having you here. You should stay over more often whenever you need a break."

"Can't keep doing that but I'll stay over probably once a month." My cell phone ran and I picked it up and looked at it. It was Tristan. I looked over to Lindsey. "I'll be back."

She nodded.

I got up and went into her bedroom and closed the door and answered it.

"Jenna?" He asked. Wow. I actually missed his voice.


He was silent for a second. "When are you coming home?"

"Miss me?" I asked.

"Isn't that obvious?" I can hear a hint of humor in his voice.

"Can I pick you up right now and we go somewhere? Desperation was in his voice. I nodded.

"Of course." I answered.

"I'm outside." He said. I couldn't help the smile that came to my face. I opened Lindsey's door and walked to the living room window. I pulled the curtains back and saw Tristan's car in the front. "Stalker." I muttered. He chuckled.

"I'll be out in a few."

"Okay." We both hung up and I slipped my shoes on and got my dress off of the couch. "I'll send your clothes back. Tristan is outside."

"Please, I borrowed thousands of your clothes and half of them, I didn't give back."

"Oh yeah, I knew you had my short skirt. Next time I come over here, I'm getting it back." I hugged her and Alicia and Jonathan.

"Be careful!" She yelled before I open the door. I nodded and walked out.

I'm just now realizing how much I missed him. Is that good or bad? I opened the car door and got in. I stared at him and he had a smile on his face but it didn't exactly touch his eyes.

He leaned over and kissed me. "I missed you." He whispered.

"I'm sorry." He nodded and looked back to the road He started up the car and he began driving.

Why was I so nervous?

"Sean and Nate gave me a little therapy session."

"I assume they would. Sean is a really good therapist. He has depth."

"You don't."

"And neither do you. What else is new?" I asked. He looked at me with a smirk. He grabbed my hand and kissed it.

He pulled up to a grassy field. But the lake was about three yards away. "What are we doing here?" I asked. Tristan didn't answer; he just got out of the car. I got out also and looked at him. He came over to my side and wrapped his arms around me and hugged me.

I wrapped my arms around him and laid my head against his chest. We stood like that for a while and that's when we noticed that it started getting dark outside. I looked up at the sky and then to Tristan. "It's getting dark." I whispered.

Tristan let go of me. "Stay right there." I watched him as he opened the car door and got in. He clicked on the CD player.

"Island in the sun" came on and he turned it up all the way.

I smiled. Unbelievable. He got out of the car and smiled at me. "Who told you I loved this song?"

"Sean did. Dance with me."

"For the last time, you don't dance."

He took my hand. "Only with you." He pulled me into his arms and kissed me before twirling me around. I giggled.


"You're such a dork."

He smiled. "I know." He pulled me towards him and I laid my head on his shoulder as he wrapped his arms around me.

As cheesy as it may seem, we danced for hours. Okay. One hour exactly. I was getting tired. I took my heels off as we got back into the car.

As soon as we got into the door of the house, he pushed me up against the wall and kissed me hard. He picked me up and I wrapped my legs around him.

"Upstairs." I whispered as he continued kissing me.

He shook his head. "No. Right here." I helped him with his jacket and he threw it on the ground. He carried me over on the couch and made me sit on top of him.

I got my- well….Lindsey's- shorts unbuttoned and pulled my panties down while Tristan unzipped his pants and let his member out.

He laid me down on the couch and kissed me hard. He leaned his forehead against mine. "I love you so much." He whispered.

I nodded. "I love you too." I whispered back. At that instant, I felt his length enter me. I gasped and held onto his shoulders as he filled me up.

He eased out and pushed back in deeper while staring down at me.

I loved staring into blue eyes while he made love to me. Or fucked me. I didn't care what this was. I just wanted him.

All of him. Issues and all.


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