The Player's Unofficial Rebound (The Player #2)

chapter eight | the princess sister

Jenny couldn't help but smile at their display of affection. They looked to be very close to each other and Jenny was always a sucker when it came to guys being sweet older brothers, so as she watched Glenn, she couldn't help but like him a little bit more.

Glenn released Gina when he remembered Jenny there with them.

"Sorry," he said, smiling sheepishly at Jenny.

Jenny shook her head. "It's fine. I'm glad everything worked out."

Glenn nodded. "Me too. Thank you," he bit his lower lip as he ran a hand through his messy hair, messing it up even more. "Thank you for finding her and offering to help out."

Jenny smiled back. "That's what friends do," she replied, finding it weird that she was classifying them that. "We help one another out."

Glenn rubbed the back of his neck as he chuckled lightly, "Yeah, they do."

A small voice interrupted their exchange then. "So you're not his girlfriend then?"

Both eyes fixated on her in silence as awkwardness settled around the table.

Glenn was the first one to say something. "Gina, what are you talking about?"

The little girl shrugged. "I thought she was your girlfriend."

Jenny's face flushed red once again.

"She's not my girlfriend," Glenn corrected, casting a cautious glance over at Jenny who was fixated on Gina. "She's a friend from school."

Gina arched a brow at her older brother but didn't say another word.

"Sorry about that," Glenn said to Jenny as he turned his attention back to her. "She tends to have an overactive imagination."

Jenny waved off his excuse. "It's fine. It's cute though."

"Cute?"

"That she thinks I'm good enough for you," Jenny replied honestly.

She expected Glenn to laugh but instead his face reddened extremely that he resembled a ripe tomato.

"Did you know Abner Doubleday didn't actually invent baseball?" Glenn said after a short while of silence.

Jenny laughed at the shocking question. "No, I didn't."

Glenn nodded. "Historians have proven that he didn't. People only thought he did because he provided bats and balls for soldiers to play the game for morale purposes." He smiled, looking satisfied with himself while Jenny couldn't help but laugh at how the conversation had turned that fast.

"Thanks. Now I know what to say when someone brings it up." Jenny looked over at Gina who rolled her eyes.

"Glenny does that when he's nervous," she said.

Jenny nodded. "I know."

Gina smirked, wearing a Cheshire cat smile. "I think he's nervous around you."

"Don't take her seriously, Jenny. She's only six," Glenn interrupted, his face still red.

"I'm six and a half!" Gina said.