The second time around (Sequel to its not love)

By: IceBreaker

Chapter 4,

Chapter 4: The bitch knows how to ruin a good moment

 

 

“Two months and the bitch haven’t even tried anything. She’s not coming after you, Jenna.”

 

“It’s not me I’m worried about. It’s Nate, the twins and Ana.”

 

“Who the hell is Ana?” Sean asked getting a beer from the refrigerator.

 

“Baby number three.” I answered.

 

“Out of all possible names, you name her….Ana.”

 

“Well, Sean asshole Kipser, what should I name her?”

I asked.

 

“First, how do you even know it’s a girl?  Don’t you have to wait eight months or some shit like that?”

I smile and shake my head.

“You have to wait about 16 or 17 weeks. But I want it to be a girl.”

 

“Why?”

 

“I just do. Seems like girls are easier to deal with.

Speaking of which. They’re with Leah.”

 

“She’s hot.” He said smiling while sitting across from me.

 

I nod. “Yep. Hot and married with two kids.”

 

“And she let you drop the twins off? Wow. The more, the merrier I guess.”

I shrugged.

Leah absolutely adored Haylie and Kaylie.

 

“Yeah. She wants a lot of kids. I think Ana is going to be my last kid.”

 

Sean looked around the room. “Why? You have enough room to fit eight more kids in here.”

I shrug and take a pickle out of the jar. My god. These are just unbelievable.

 

“You’re halfway through the jar, Jennacia.”

I glare at him and stop midway from eating the pickle.

 

Sean grin at me. “Nate told me. That’s a pretty fucked up name. I feel for you, Jenna.”

I roll my eyes at him. “Shut up.”

 

The door opened and Nate, Lindsey, and Carl walked in.

Lindsey carried a bag and smiled at me.

“Remind me not to ever be in the same car as them too ever again.” Carl said sitting in the chair next to me.

 

“Why?” I asked.

 

“All they were talking about was Liquor and Blink 182. Drove me fucking insane.”

Nate came over and kissed me before disappearing into the bedroom.

 

“Damnit. He got to her about that damn group.”

Lindsey came back in with five glasses, the bottle of liquor and a small bottle of orange juice.

She handed me the orange juice and I smiled at her.

 

She places the other glasses on the coffee table and pours some vodka in each glass.

I don’t know why they’re so obsessed with plain old vodka. It was just they’re thing.

 

Nate came out of the room and sat by me and I placed my feet in his lap.

I drank my orange juice while everyone else drank their vodka.

I looked to Lindsey and she immediately pours more in once her glass gets half empty.

“Hey, I thought that you thought you were pregnant.”

 

“I went to the doctor. He said no. So, I’m good.” She raised the glass back to her lips.

 

“Nate, tell your brunette girlfriend to change the baby’s name.” Sean said sitting back against the couch and taking a Marlboro light out of his pocket.

 

“What’s wrong with Ana?” Nate asked.

 

“Thank you. I see nothing wrong with it.” Nate smiled at me and grabbed my hand.

 

“Shut up, preggy.” Sean muttered.

I flipped him off and laid back against the arm of the couch.

 

“Damn can’t drink for another what? Seven months?” Carl said shaking his head.

I didn’t drink so often anyway so it didn’t matter.

 

“Living the life.” I whispered.

 

“I bet you’re glad that blonde bitch is out of your hair.” Lindsey said. She sounded like a teenager.

“You’re a blonde bitch.” I said.

 

She smiled. “Thank you.” She gushed.

I rolled my eyes.

 

“I don’t think Clementine was ever coming for us. We were all being paranoid.” Nate said.

 

“I agree.” I said getting up.

Lindsey followed me into the kitchen as I started some dish water.

“Can you help me make dinner?” I asked.

 

Lindsey shrugged. She didn’t like cooking but I knew she would for me.

“What are you supposed to be making?”

 

“Steak, mashed potatoes and corn.” I answered.

 

“Lucky for you, my mom taught me-“ She stopped and looked down at the floor.

 

Lindsey’s mother died five months before she married Dean.

I look at her and sigh as I bring her into my arms.

She hugged me back.

I could hear her sniffling.

“I’m sorry.” I whispered. She nodded against my shoulder.

 

Sean walked in. “Oh yeah. Hot lesbian action.” He teased. Me and Lindsey laughed and I playfully punched him in his chest.

 

“What can I do?” He asked.

 

“Go sit back in there and stay the hell out of our way.” I said.

I could hear Lindsey getting dinner ready and I hope that she’s okay enough to concentrate.

 

“I know you wouldn’t talk to me that way normally. I’m just going to assume it’s the pregnancy. I’ll kick your ass, Robinson.”

 

“I’d like to see you try.” I challenged.

“Not with Devil spawn number three in there. Second she’s out, I’ll fuck you up.”

 

“Okay Sean. I’m so scared.” I said sarcastically.

He rolls his eyes and sits down in the chair in the corner.

 

Lindsey starts cutting potatoes and after I’m done with the dishes, I start seasoning the steaks.

Sean smiles. “Look at you playing mommy dearest.” He teases.

I shake my head and glare at him.

 

“Only people that are actually doing work should be in the kitchen.” I said.

 Sean sighed.

“Okay. Okay. I get it. I’ll go tease Nate about having a stuck up bitchy girlfriend.”

 

“Trust me, he knows.”

Sean smirks and then walks out into the living room.

 

“He’s like the older brother I never had.”

 

Lindsey smiles as she place a huge pot of water on the stove and puts in the potatoes.

“Want me to make the corn next?”

 

“It’s a little too soon but you can if you want.” I said shrugging.

I put a little oil into a frying pan and place the steak in.

Once its  golden mahogany brown as I flip one side, I flip it on the other side.

 

It’s about almost an hour by the time everything is done.

We’re all sitting in the living room eating and talking about our first time.

Well. Everyone was talking about their first time.

 

“She was my sister’s best friend. It was a long time ago but damn was she tight.” Carl said.

 

“Was she older or younger than you?” I asked.

Carl smiled. “Ten years older than me.”

 

“Oh, that is fucking disgusting.” Sean said shaking his head.

Lindsey laughed while sitting back against the couch.

 

“What? I was fifteen and I fucked a twenty five year old. That’s awesome.”

 

“That’s rape.” Nate said.

Carl rolled his eyes.

 

“What about you, Jenna. Who was your first?” Carl asked.

Everybody got quiet.

 

“I need some more vodka.” Lindsey said heading back to the kitchen.

 

I cleared my throat and placed my empty plate on the coffee table and then looked back to Carl.

“Um…..Tristan was my first.” I said. My voice cracked slightly.

 

Carl looked to the floor. “Oh. Sorry Jenna.” He whispered softly.

I shrugged.

Nate rubbed my leg in a comforting way.

“It’s okay guys. It’s okay to talk about him. To say his name.” I said.

 

“Yeah. It’s only awkward as hell.” Sean says.

I nod.

“Yeah. You’re right.”

 

Lindsey walked back into the living room just when someone banged on the door.

“Can you see who that is for me?” I asked her.

She nodded once and went to the door.

When she opened it, everybody’s jaw dropped.

Clementine.

 

I looked to Nate.

“I want to talk to Jenna.” Clementine said.

I sigh and close my eyes for a second.

“Let her in.” I tell Lindsey and Lindsey steps aside, glaring at Clementine the whole time as Clementine steps in taking in the new environment.

 

I get up and motion for her to follow me into the bedroom.

She follows with a familiar fake smile on her face.

When we get into my room, she sighs and looks at me expectantly.

I wait for her to say something.

 

“I….Jenna, I know I may come off as completely stupid and weird and….untrustworthy,”

Damn right.

“But I want you to trust me.”

 

I tried to contain my laughter but I couldn’t. I snickered and shook my head. Was she serious?

“That’s like Plankton asking Mr. Krabs to trust him. See where the problem is?”

 

“Jenna, we should be….closer. Someone we both loved is dead now and…we should learn to like each other.”

 

“Clementine, we don’t have to like each other or even look at each other. We can’t be friends.”

 

“Why do you have to be so damn mean, Jenna?”

 

“Because I don’t like you. That is evident if you haven’t noticed. You come over my house unannounced sprouting this “We should be closer” bullshit. I’m not falling for it, Clementine. What? So as soon as we become friends, you turn on me? Hell no.”

 

“What makes you think I’d turn on you?”

 

“Because you think I killed Tristan.”

 

“I know you did.”

 

“No I did not.”

 

“I don’t know what he saw in you anyway.” She muttered.

 

“A hell of a lot more than he saw in you obviously. Now get the fuck out of my house.”

I turned and stomped back into the living room. Everyone was quietly staring at me and I could hear Clementine’s heels clicking on the floor as she followed me.

She turned before she walked out.

“You’re going to be sorry, Jennacia Robinson.” She gave a small devious smile before walking out.

I stood frozen in my place.

 

“How in the fuck did she know your real name?” Sean asked.

 

“I-I don’t know.” I whispered.

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