He was better last night.
Excuse me oh wrathful one but this was better and he knows it.
Last night he took her. It's plain to see he's more into my thinking than yours.
Except he enjoyed this more but I think you like the idea of sex as a bit of revenge.
Nope, takes too long.
Only if you do it right and that is very right.
Still need to hurt someone, I've been denied for too long.
And it will happen, we both know the timetable.
Yeah but you're getting your bouts of lust. I'm getting nothing.
Except giving a good fucking to her last night in spite of her attachments.
Fair enough but I want blood.
"That was amazing. Tip about some of us catholic girls, we hate condoms. It ruins everything," Marta informs me rolling onto her back and off of me.
"I'll try to remember that. So think your boyfriend will be pissed about this," I ask intrigued at the betrayal.
"Boyfriend? No that position is vacant currently," she says and I give her a look," I broke up with him a little bit ago."
"Like hours or days," I ask and she giggles, it's kind of cute.
"About a week or so, right around the time you decided to have my brother kill you before you destroyed everything he holds dear," Marta repeated my words back to me and I flinched a little," Did you really want him to kill you?"
Be very careful, she is living with the enemy.
And now we declare victory.
"Yes it would have been simpler for me," I answer and Marta gives me a confused look," Your brother and his friends stripped me of everything for years and got away with it. I'm owed some measure of revenge or at least reclamation of my character and since all they want is for me to forget it and move on I'm going to have to take it from them."
"You're talking about making them respect you," Marta asks and I nod, it's a lie but I nod," Well just as long as you don't do it at my house."
"And why not," I counter question.
"Because my parents live there too and they don't need you screaming at them. Oh and you owe my mother an apology," Marta answers and declares with certainty.
I owe someone an apology? Fair point but not yet, not in the next couple weeks either because things are finally at a point where I can take action. Marta and I clean up and dress before she sneaks out of my room and back to Abigail who is mercifully sleeping. I get almost halfway down the stairs as Marta follows me and we have cereal for breakfast. We don't talk about anything important and I don't ask about anything that I would guess is important to her as we wait for the others to wake up. Abby is first but she always was a heavy sleeper and when she sees the two of us talking she goes into her suspicious mode and asks all sorts of questions. The best part is not one of them involves either of us sharing a bed or having sex so no awkwardness or lying first thing in the morning. Abby and Marta spend the rest of their Sunday together hanging out and talking while I end up tending to Beth who decided that drinking was a good idea last night and now feels like her head weighs about as much as her truck. I'm flushing her system with water and putting food in her to help absorb or remove excess alcohol from her system; I used to do it for Mom. About two in the afternoon when Abby leaves to take Marta home Beth, who now is mostly human again gives me a soft look.
"I'm sorry I was such a bitch," she says resting her chin in her hands.
"In the past," I keep it simple before adding," And I accept your assessment of my treatment at your hands and your heartfelt condolences."
"What? What the hell does that mean," Beth asks confused.
"It means I accept your apology. Besides I have enough people out there who hate me, I don't need fights here with my family," I explain and she perks up.
"Who hates you," Beth asks now.
"Well there is Carlos and his people, Brandon and his boys on the football team, Coach Hayes and Principal Copeland. Just a few," I count them off and she shakes her head.
"So what are you going to do about them," She asks and I look at her seriously.
Open the gates. Just a little bit.
I turn and smile at Beth and something in my face says exactly what I'm capable of and for a moment I see fear on my step sister's face. I nod to her and keep smiling and finally she realizes this isn't directed at her and she smiles back. I head back to my room, I have appointments to make.
Jenna: Wednesday the following week
Here we are going into the last few months of the year and Brandon isn't doing shit to help me with Guy and the scholarship. He knows that I need this for our life plan to work out but all he is going on about is scouts and colleges. I know he's been talking to Guy but when I ask him about the scholarship he remembers that he was supposed to talk to Guy about it. Things used to be simple and now just because I wasn't interested in Guy everything I've worked for is screwed up. Make things worse, now Guy is the talk of the school and everyone is looking at me like I did something wrong. I was honest with him and he knew I was waiting for Brandon. I mean Brandon and I are meant to be; it's just how it is. Now people who thought it was cute with him following me around and spending money on me are giving me attitude because I was his friend. I'd still like to be his friend but he's clingy and that is a turn off.
Looking at it or more like at him during lunch I have to realize that Beth and her cheer squad were right, Guy is a golden goose. Brandon is a thoroughbred stallion but Guy will be set in whatever he wants to do and right now that is singing. Worst part is he has an amazing voice and I know that my dance needs a little more tuning whereas my modeling portfolio is my winner. I have a shoot set up for this afternoon then I'm getting with Brandon for some actual couple time, usually we get three days a week to just be together but he's been busy with the championship games and scouts. Come to think of it, he's been really good to me, not getting upset when I have to take longer or break a date or can't spend time with him. I have a meeting with Mr. Akagi and Mrs. Lawson about my position and scholarship. Beth got Guy an audition. I am hoping a meeting with two of the deciding voters will put me back where I was. No offense to him but Guy came in this almost too late. Small problem with all of this is yet again I have to put Brandon on hold, why didn't he just convince Guy to help me out? School ends and I catch up with my boyfriend who is happy to see me.
"Hey babe," my sexy future pro football player greets me and I smile before giving him a good kiss.
"Hey honey, so you remember I have a photo shoot tonight right," I ask and Brandon nods," Well I got that meeting with the scholarship board right afterwards but that's going to be really late. Mind if we set a date this weekend?"
"Game Friday night and then a party on Saturday if we win and you want to go on a date when we should be there together anyway," Brandon seems annoyed with me trying to get us together.
"Well we go to the party when you guys win then 'we' go have a party of our own," I offer, he can't refuse this deal.
"Well that's a much better idea, I got some stuff I can do today anyway Jen. Go get your scholarship and I'll see you tomorrow at school," Brandon gives me a kiss and heads off to meet with some teammates for practice.
And off to the photo shoot I go only to find that Renald, my main photographer, has lost his mind by having me get into full makeup and look like some sort of monster.
"Jenna we have beauty shots, we have glamor shots but we need depth. There needs to be that dark mysterious side," Renald informs me as I am sitting in the chair getting my face painted.