Trouble (JenniexReader)

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"Thanks for inviting me over, y/n."

Jennie scanned your cool-toned foyer with wide eyes.

"You don't have to thank me. Come over anytime you want," you said, kissing her cheek.

"This house is so..."

"Big?"

"This is a two-story house with a foyer, and I think I see marble countertops in your kitchen. Is that the living room?"

"It is."

"So you have a huge couch, and a...maybe an 80-inch flat screen tv."

"85"

"Is that an automatic gas fireplace?"

"Mhm."

"And polished hardwood flooring?"

"Correct."

"Y/n, how?"

"What do you mean?"

"You are a college senior going to one of the most overpriced schools in the country! How can you ever possibly afford this?"

"You don't remember what my parents do for a living, do you?"

"I don't."

"My mom is a designer, and my dad is a world-renown plastic surgeon."

"So, they paid for this?"

"They paid for half, and I paid for half. I've been doing some odd jobs since I left high school. I never spent a penny of what I got. I told my parents that this house was nice and that I might buy it. They offered to pay for half so I could have some extra money for stuff like utilities."

"So, why do you get Lisa to drive you to school if you have enough money to buy a car?"

"Oh, I have 2 cars. I have a Lykan HyperSport and a Bugatti Chiron."

"Y/n..."

"Hm?"

"Those are some of the most expensive cars in the world."

"Yup. They were both around 3 million."

"Why don't you drive them to school?"

"Would you drive your $3,000,000 car to that school?"

"I mean...I guess I would if I had one."

"Well, that's fair. You don't have to park in the student parking lot. Those kids drive too crazy. I can't trust my cars around them."

"Oh okay. I understand."

"Are you ready to start the movie?"

"No food?"

"I already had the snacks ready before you got here."

"Man, I love you," she said, kissing you. "What are we watching," she said, pulling you to the couch.

"A movie..."

"I know that, smartie. What movie?"

"A movie..."

"Y/n, what movie is it?"

"Party."

"Who stars in that? I've never heard of it before."

"Seth Rogen...Kristen Wiig...James Franco..."

"Y/n, no!"

"What?!"

"Sausage Party?"

"Maybe."

"That movie is so weird."

"It's hilarious."

"It's weird. I have been scarred for life because of that movie."

"Welp...let the scarring commence."

"What I do for you," she said, rolling her eyes.

Suddenly, a bright flash had shown through your living room window.

"What was that?"

"I don't know."

You walked over to the window to try to find the source of the light. Slightly pulling back the curtains, you saw a car speed away from your home.

"What was it?"

"I'm not sure. There was a car in the driveway though. I don't recognize it."

"That's weird."

"It was probably just some kids from the school trying to mess with me."

"Hopefully they won't come back."

"Do you want to stay here tonight?"

"Y/n, you have to at least take me on a few more dates before dessert can be served," she purred.

"It seemed to only take like 2 dates the first time we dated to get to dessert...but that's not what I meant."

"Why'd you want me to stay?"

"I don't have a good feeling about whoever that was just now. Something feels off..."