A/N: Jenna x Reader
PART TWO!! (i'm writing this after I just finished part 1, so, hopefully you guys liked it ahahah)
WOO!
HERE WE GO!
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Y/n's POV:
I'm so upset that she said that shit to me then didn't even try to apologise till practice because I had actually forgotten about it until I saw her, I shoved it out of my brain but now her words just keep replaying in my head and I hate it.
I'm in my car - alone - and driving back to my apartment, apparently Henry, JJ, Nate, Ben, Bobby, and Nic are all going out to get some food but I don't wanna go and neither did a few other players. I get a call and look to see who it is, seeing an unknown number. I answer, putting it on speaker.
"Hello?" I call out to the person,
"Hey, it's Emma. Jenna's friend."
"Who?"
"I'm friends with Henry."
"That's nice." I answer in reply, confused.
"Ugh, give me the phone." I hear Henry say in the background,
"Okay, baby." I hear Emma reply, quietly.
"'Baby'?" I question, surprised. I swear, I've never heard little man talk about this Emma and now they're dating?
"Nothing, I'll tell you later. Look, you left something back at the rink." Henry informs me, speaking in a tone that makes me feel as if I'm supposed to know what he's talking about but I really don't understand what he's talking about.
"I did?"
"Yeah." Henry answers, "Coach wants you back at the rink." He informs me, I groan and make a u-turn. Thankfully, there was barely anyone so I didn't have to worry about slowing down traffic. I make my way back to the rink,
"Now, who's Jenna?" I question,
"Mystery girl that you've been trying to talk too. Don't tell her I told you, she'll kill me. Bye, now!" I hear him say, hanging up a few seconds later and my music begins to start playing. I let my shoulders fall, feeling my lips tug upwards. Jenna. Jenna. What a beautiful name. I park back in my spot and get out of my car, grabbing my phone and texting Henry.
"What did I forget to pick up? " I send to him, waiting for a response as I go back inside the building. I look up and I see Mystery Girl - now knowing her as Jenna - practicing something but it doesn't look like she's getting it. She seems to be getting frustrated. I let my shoulders fall, walking toward the ice. I think for a moment, should I... should I go get my skates?
Without thinking for another moment, I rush to my car, getting my skates and putting them on inside. I watch as she heads over to the clock.
"Okay, I got this." She says, beginning to get a run up and then beginning to spin twice before landing beautifully, elegantly. An arm outstretched as if she was reaching for someone, desperately trying to cling onto them. She looks so beautiful, I get back on the ice, this time in gray sweatpants and a hoodie. She gets a run up and as she jumps up, spinning around. I catch her, hearing her squeal. I spin around but as soon as I get dizzy, I slow us down, setting her down. Seeing her turn to me, her eyes filling with anger. "I could've gotten it!"
"Nice to see you too, Mystery Girl." I tease, noticing her roll her eyes as she shoves me away from her, I grunt in pain. I pulled a muscle when I hit my last puck and my shoulder's kinda sore. She hit right where the pain is.
"What the hell is wrong with you?" She asks me, angrily. Looking at me with so much anger in her eyes.
"I wanted to help, plus, it looks like your boyfriend—"
"—He's not my boyfriend, Y/n L/n—"
"—Fine, whatever you wanna call him. Doesn't look like he's showing up."
"Are you dense? We already had practice. I came again because I really need to land a trick and you ruined it." She expresses to me, causing me to raise an eyebrow.
"I ruined it?" I ask her, she nods her head.
"Yes! Yes, you ruined it! Don't look so offended." She argues, sighing and crossing her arms. I go quiet for a moment, not knowing what to say. Why is she always rude to me? She talks to the rest of my team but when it's with me, she just insults me.
"I was just trying to have some fun." I express to her, speaking quietly. I hear my phone buzz. I pull out my phone seeing a message from Henry,
"No reason, just wanted you to see Jenna! Hopefully you two make up and make out already!!! " Henry sent in reply, I roll my eyes, sticking my phone back in my pocket.
"What? Who is it?" I hear her ask me, looking at me expectantly. Does she just expect me to tell her everything? Who am I kidding, I'd probably tell her everything if she was willing to listen...
"No one." I reply, quietly. Skating backwards so I can get away from her.
"Oh, don't give me that sad puppy dog look." Jenna complains, rolling her eyes as she looks at me with anger in her eyes.
"I'm not." I state, bitterly.
"Mhm, yeah, okay." She replies, rolling her eyes as she skates slowly toward me. "Now, can you get off my rink? I need to practice."
"It's not your rink, you don't own it—"
"—Y/n—" She begins, sternly.
"—Gosh, I love when you say my name like that. Something great always follows." I sarcastically reply, earning a roll of the eyes as a small smile tugs on her lips. "Made you smile." I acknowledge, feeling myself become a little more cheerful— Wait, why is making her smile making me so happy? This is supposed to be a dumb chase...
"Yeah, I think I know when I smile." I hear her say in reply, as her head hangs low for a moment.
"All right, here's a deal. You wanna make a deal?" I ask her, stretching out a hand, she takes it and I give her speed to move in front of me but then she pulls me in front of her and switches us around, pushing me away. I chuckle softly,
"Fine." She agrees, sounding bothered by my existence even though there's a slight smile on her lips that is making me so happy.
"Great." I let out, "We start from one end, have a race to the other. If I win, you have to tell me your name. If you win, I... will tell you something personal about me." I offer, seeing her raise her eyebrows as her arms cross.
"How personal are we talking?"
"My deepest, darkest secret." I answer, smiling as I move closer to her. Her unravelling her arms.
"As if you'd tell me."
"You seem like a pretty trust-worthy person." I compliment her, reaching for her hand and spinning her around before moving her toward me. "So? What do you say? You wanna have that race?"
"Fine." She complies, "Follow me—"
"—Uh-uh." I state, shaking my head. I wrap my arms around her waist, skating backwards at the closest barrier near the door. "We're doing it from here to there."
"Why not the other way around, that's better."
"I don't care. Come on, get ready." I say, removing my arms around her waist and she moves beside me. "Ready?"
"Ready."
"...Go!" I announce, beginning to quickly skate across to the other side and I can tell she's close behind me, so I try skate faster. I glance back and see her very close, "Shit, stop being so fast!"
"You stop being so fast! Let me win, L/n!" I hear Jenna say, as she becomes level with me and I attempt to give it all that I have, trying to skate as fast as I can. When I'm in hands reach of the barrier, I tap the barrier and let my shoulder hit into it, Jenna cutely slowing down and groaning.
"That's not fair, you've got longer legs that me! And you're stronger!" She complains, crossing her arms and beginning to sulk.
"Aww, I'm sorry." I apologise, sarcastically, through a laugh, hugging her. I expect to get pushed away from her yet that never happens, she more tugs me closer to her. I begin to smile, feeling my heartbeat quicken at her small action. Yet after a moment, she pulls away and I'm back to feeling a little cold without her,
"I guess I gotta tell you my name now." She says through a sigh, beginning to skate slowly toward the middle. I skate beside her, "It's Jenna Marie Ortega." She informs me, I smile widely. Her name is even more beautiful than I could've imagined. Jenna L/n. Y/n Ortega. It goes, it really goes...
"I know." I answer in reply, seeing her look so shocked while I begin to laugh.
"What?" She asks, looking panicked.
"Henry told me to try convince me to come back. He... and... uh, Emma? Is that your best friend's name?" I guess, she nods her head. "Yeah, they set me up for coming back here. And he told me your name. Not your full-name but... but your name." I explain to her, noticing her shoulders fall before and her eyes move away from meeting mines before she meets my eyes again, yet with loads of questions swimming in her eyes. I can't help but want to answer every question she has, even if they are dumb.
"Then why did you compete for it?" She asks me, her voice quiet and shy yet I can tell she's curious and if I didn't tell her, I wouldn't hear the end of her asking me.
"Well, I didn't wanna hear it from him. I wanted to hear it from you." I express to her, contently. "I'd rather learn things about you from you then from someone else." I continue onto say, seeing her look at me and begin to move in front of me, skating backwards.
"Since you cheated, do I get to know your deepest, darkest secret?"
"How did I cheat?"
"You so cheated!"
"I didn't wanna lie!"
"You kinda did."
"Ugh, fine. I will tell you." I say to her, giving in.
"Yes!" She exclaims, excitedly. Spinning around cutely before facing me again as we both begin to skate the ice rink and talk.
"All right, all right," I comply, sighing softly. I take a deep breath in and look at her, "everyone thinks that I'm the school slut but... I've actually only slept with—"
"—Shut up. I don't want to know about your sex life, I want to know your deepest, darkest secret, L/n." I hear Jenna express to me, nudging me slightly. Making me laugh softly.
"I— All right, all right. Serious this time?" I ask,
"Serious this time." She states, nodding her head.
"I actually write Poetry, I write stories, and I also read a lot of classic books." I confess to her, noticing her eyes widen in shock as she looks over at me.
"You...? You do?" She asks me, hesitantly. I nod my head, lightly.
"Yeah. I... I do." I confess to her, shyly. Confessing my deepest secret. I'd get made fun off from the guys as I discussed it with JJ and he straight up was saying how 'wack that old shit is' and how he doesn't understand a thing.
"Can I hear something? Or read something... maybe?" Jenna asks me, looking over at me and I swear, without realising, I am as close to her as possible. We're both still skating yet holding onto one another as if we were the last two people on earth about to die. I feel my heart practically want to leap out of my chest and snuggle tight against hers.
"We'll see, Ortega. We'll see." I answer in reply, seeing her smile.
"If it brings you any comfort, I love reading." I hear her confess, I raise my eyebrows in surprise.
"Yeah?"
"Yeah." She confirms, nodding her head, shyly. No longer meeting my eyes but I move closer to her, tilting her head up to look at me.
"Who's your favourite author?" I ask her, curiously. I wanna hear what type of books she likes, her favourite genre, I just want to know everything and anything.
"Ooh, it's gonna have to be Emmerson. I love his Essays." She answers, I hum softly, nodding my head with a slightly impressed look.
"Wow, okay, okay. Well, what is your favourite essay by his?"
"I'm not answering that, I'm supposed to be in my skater mindset, not reading, L/n." She explains to me, I put my hands up, smiling as I do so since I notice her roll her eyes at my - what she would say - 'dumb behaviour'.
"All right, all right. I guess, I'll just have to poke it out of you." I announce, noticing her tilt her head slightly.
"Huh?" She asks, I poke at her side, seeing her squirm, beginning to poke at random parts of her body as she squirms. She turns around, so, I wrap my arms around her and I pick her up, stopping her from trying to get away from me. "Y/n M/n L/n, put me down!" She exclaims, laughing.
"You know my middle name?" I ask, surprised and setting her down but moving in front of her, skating backwards.
"I have my ways."
"You mean you have charm and you charmed Henry?" I ask her, she chuckles softly, nodding her head making me roll my eyes and shake my head. I can't believe the little shit told her my full-name. I hate my name in general, but still... god...
"Hey, it worked, didn't it?"
"I guess so..." I let out, softly. Both of us looking at one another for a moment, our laughs slowly dying and our smiles fading away as the silence thickens and our minds go completely blank on what to say to one another.
I can tell that there's something that she wants to say but I can see the questions floating in her eyes if she should say it or not. It's intriguing me but I'm also scared if it's her telling me that she wants me to leave. I'm scared it's to do with me in a negative way because we're finally getting along.
"Say it." I state, hearing her hum softly in confusion as she looks up and meets my eyes.
"Sorry?"
"You want to say something, I can tell." I express to her, noticing her cheeks turn a shade of pink as I hold eye contact. Something that I'm really good at is eye contact, I don't know why I just love looking into people's eyes but it's kinda funny when the other is struggling to hold eye contact, like right now.
"D...Do you forgive me...? You know, for what I said?" I hear her ask me, stopping abruptly where she was very slowly skating. I stop as well, thinking for a moment. I think about what she said to me, how she said it, the disgust look on her face flashes in my brain and now it's stuck in my head. She really does hate me...
"Well, I... I don't know." I confess to her, speaking quietly. "It hurt, but I think the look of disgust on your face hurt the most." I explain to her, noticing her eyes soften, her shoulders fall and her swallow nervously. She licks her lips and clears her throat,
"I didn't mean what I said." She informs me, "I was angry and out of line."
"Yep."
"Y/n..." I hear her say, softly. "I am sorry." She apologises to me, speaking with sternness but a hint of actual emotion in it. I hesitate to say anything, feeling my eyes fall to the floor. I take a deep sigh in before slowly exhaling.
"Are you sure you are?" I ask her, she raises her eyebrows in confusion.
"Sure about what, being sorry?" She asks me, I nod my head lightly. "I won't lie when I did that shitty apology, I thought I'd be over it by then... but..." She takes a small inhale in, softly exhaling. "I couldn't get over the guilt. It was weird." She expresses to me, making me smile lightly, looking down at the ice as I begin to hesitantly skate away from her, noticing her skate after me. I do a couple of spins, not knowing what to say. "Y/n." I feel her stop me and my body being tugged in a certain direction, I look in her direction and feel my arm being moved around her waist. "I mean it, I am sorry." She states, firmly. Looking into my eyes. "Do you believe me?" She questions, her voice soft and her eyes having a sort've look that I can't quite put a finger on.
I don't know what's gotten into me but whenever we talk about it, I get really upset and I feel myself want to shut down and turn off any emotion so that I don't feel anything. It makes me want to lie in bed and not move, I just wanna stare ahead and not focus on anything.
I feel so undeserving of it, especially with that 'waste of a trust-fund' part. She isn't wrong. I didn't obviously ask for the trust-fund my parents gave me but they started it when I was 5 and apparently it's built up to 343k or more.
"I don't know, Ortega." I reply, quietly. Feeling bad that I don't know if I believe her or not.
"Y/n, you know I—"
"—It's fine." I say, removing myself from her and letting myself skate backwards, slowly. "I'll let you continue to practice." I inform her, noticing her shoulders sink and her mouth falls open slightly as if she wants to say something, "Sorry for bothering you and ruining your... whatever you were doing." I apologise, skating off toward the door and since the glass wasn't on, I could just jump over the barrier. I take off my skates when I'm at the car and I change into my converse.
I don't know why I'm expecting Jenna to come out and try to talk to me, I shouldn't expect that from her...
Jenna's POV:
Well, I feel like a fucking asshole, Jesus. It's as if as soon as I apologised and made sure she was looking at me to know that I was sincere, and when I looked into her dumb beautiful eyes, she looked so sad. She looked as if I had taken her heart and stomped on it, killed it, then dug it up and re-killed it.
I feel so guilty.
What do I do? How can I make her feel better?
Henry! Oh, my god. Henry, you amazing piece of a human.
I rush toward the gate and go to my bag, sitting down. I pull out my phone and call Henry, him soon picking up.
"Hello?" I hear his voice reply,
"Henry, hi!" I greet him, trying to sound a little more cheerful. He gasps,
"Is this you telling me that you and Y/n are now friends?"
"Not yet, but uh," I clear my throat, "I... I re-apologised and I feel really bad." I confess to him, "But I don't think she believes my apology and I don't know how to get her to accept my apology because I feel so guilty." I continue onto confess, I hear a sigh and a groan. "Wha—? Are you with someone?"
"It's just me, babe." I hear Emma reply, I sigh in relief.
"Oh, thank god." I let out, softly. Happy that it wasn't one of the hockey guys that he was with.
"Right, I know just the thing. Y/n always goes somewhere after practice and she comes home late. So, let's plan a party! Invite everyone and anything. You can apologise with a party as she's the biggest fan of parties." Henry explains, getting progressively more excited as he talks. Emma gasping.
"I love that idea!" I hear Emma agree with him, I think for a moment, humming contently.
"All right, when should I come over?" I ask, hoping that I can adjust it into my schedule.
"Uh, 7?"
"7?" I ask, panicked.
"Right, give it here—" Emma demands,
"—But—" Henry attempts to deny,
"—Give it." I hear Emma demand, then Henry sigh.
"Do you want to stop feeling guilty, L/n?" Emma questions, sounding a little rude and snappy with me. I take a deep inhale in,
"Yeah." I confess, quietly.
"Well, then. Forget the goddamn schedule that you've had since you were 9 for one night and actually let loose—"
"—But, I need it—"
"—Jenna." She states, warningly.
"Fine." I sigh out, already feeling uncomfortable and an unsettling feeling in my stomach at not sticking to my schedule.
"Good, now get practicing. We'll handle everything. Just show up at 7 and look pretty. Henry will send you the apartment number and the password." Emma explains to me, speaking with excitement, cheer in her tone, and making me become slightly excited about this party.
"Thanks, Em."
"For?"
"Knocking some sense into me." I answer in reply, earning a small laugh.
"I'm glad." I hear her say, "You deserve to not mess this up. I can tell she really likes you." She confesses to me,
"What—? What, no, she—she doesn't... we're... acquaintances." I try to scramble for words, feeling my cheeks heat up.
"Then why're you going to such lengths for her to accept your apology, hm?" Emma asks me, accusatory. I take a deep inhale in and force my eyes shut for a moment,
"Shut up." I say, hanging up. Putting the music on and getting back onto the rink so that I can practice my performance. It's 5:23pm. I have about an hour till I'll leave, shower, dry my hair, get ready and head over to their apartment.
***
I arrive at their apartment building and I'm sitting in the elevator, standing nervously as I bite my bottom lip, filling with anxiety. I mean, I am a little nervous. Is she gonna be mad that my apology is a party in her own apartment? The doors open and I step out and walk toward apartment 2341B. I type in the code, glancing between my phone and the code.
The light turns green and I pull down on the door handle, opening the door. I step inside, looking up from the ground and seeing so many people, dancing, and the music blasting around the room. I begin to smile and shut the door behind me, I glance around and notice Emma jog toward me, two drinks on her hand— Is she wearing Henry's Jersey?
"There you are! I was wondering when you were arriving!" I hear Emma say to me, handing me a drink, I quickly take it and down most of it. I swallow and groan at the stinging at the back of my throat.
"Gosh, it's awful!" I complain, shaking my head.
"I know," She replies, chuckling softly. Glancing around the party. "so, what do you think of the party?" She asks me, glancing around before looking at me with a wide smile tugging on her lips.
"I like it! The party looks fun." I compliment, "You and Henry did well." I continue onto say, noticing her cheeks turn a little red. "Speaking of you and Henry, are you wearing his jersey—?"
"—Goodbye." I hear Emma say, walking away from me and I catch a glimpse of the last name. Hm, I'm definitely asking for Henry's last name when I need see him. I finish drinking my drink and groan, shaking my head. I head over toward the kitchen,
"Hello, lovely lady." I hear JJ say to me, moving beside me.
"We have a birds eye view on your little project." I hear Ben add, standing to the left of me. Handing me a drink. "Here, try this, it'll be better." He tells me, resting his hand on my back and sending me a comforting smile.
"Thanks, Ben." I thank him, looking over at him and seeing him return the smile.
"No problem, darling. Now, try not to drink too much." I hear Ben say to me, leaning his head closer to me.
"And if anyone bothers you...?" JJ begins, leaning closer to me.
"Yes, I will come find you two. I remember the rules you stated very rudely, I may add." I answer in reply, seeing him smile widely as he nods his head slowly.
"All right," JJ agrees, smiling. "I'm glad you remember. Now, she should be here in a minute or two. Enjoy." He says to me, sending me a small wink then tapping Ben's arm and they walk away from me. Leaving me to myself. I feel my heartbeat quicken, taking a deep inhale in. I take a sip of the drink and hum in content, continuing to take light sips and already feeling every ounce of soberness leave my body. I stare at the door, waiting to pounce for my explanation when Y/n steps into the apartment.
I hope she won't be mad at me, will she be mad at me?
Before I can think for a moment, the door opens and I see the beautiful, annoying, hockey player step into her apartment. Her eyes widen and I notice her shoulders fall, I immediately walk toward her and I step in front of her. She offers a short smile that doesn't last long,
"Hey, there." She greets me, softly. "Do you know what one of these dingus' decided to throw a party?" She asks me, glancing around at the many people in her living room and kitchen.
"Uh, it... it was me." I answer in reply, noticing her eyes immediately meet mines.
"What?"
"It was me. I called Henry asking how I could make it up to you and he suggested a party." I explain to him, hesitantly. Noticing her shoulders fall and her head look down, she adjusts her sleeve and I notice her adjust her glasses.
"Oh," She lets out, "wait, what?"
"What?"
"Why did you... Why did you want to make it up to me, Ortega?" I hear her say to me, she shuts the door and chuckles softly, "I mean, last I remember. You hate me, right?"
"Well, I..." I clear my throat. "I don't particularly take interest in you but what I said was completely wrong and..." I notice her hand rest on my waist and tug me closer to her, leaning her ear closer to me. "and I want to make it up to you." I confess to her, noticing her cheeks turn a little red. She pulls back and glances around,
"All right, follow me, Ortega." She directs me into the kitchen, getting us both a drink.
"I already have one."
"Who got you that?"
"Uh, Ben." I answer, noticing her face drop.
"Oh, so, you're accepting drinks from Ben, now?" She asks me, I look at her confused. "First, talking to Henry, then all my friends, then being rude to only me and now, you're accepting drinks from Ben." She recaps, nodding her head and downing a drink before walking away. I look at her confused, what is she so annoyed about? I follow after her, watching her sneak into her room. As she begins to shut her door, I slip inside. "Jenna." She sighs, shaking her head.
"Look, before you give me a speech. I did this to try cheer you up. Can you not be so stubborn and jealous?" I ask her, annoyed that she isn't seeing the good thing that I've tried to do.
"Oh, so, you do have a brain." She says, sarcastically. "I feel so ridiculous. This is so stupid." She says, dropping her bag and sitting down on the edge of her bed.
"What? What is so stupid about this?" I ask her, sitting down beside her. She stands up, moving away from me.
"Are you actually dense? I hate that I like you." She states, sighing and shaking her head, running her hand through her hair before letting it fall. She shrugs, "I—I hate it. I hate that you are only rude to me, I mean I don't even know what I did."
"Look, I've apologised for that. Three times now—"
"—And yet I told you my deepest, darkest secret and you still don't know how to make it up to me!" She shouts back at me, I roll my eyes, shaking my head.
"Gosh, you're so dramatic. Henry said you liked parties—!"
"—Right, yeah. Just listen to my friend and not what I specifically said."
"What did you want from me? A date at the rink? What?" I ask her, standing up and crossing my arms as I step close to her.
"You still don't know me, Jenna. So stop acting as if you do—"
"—Jesus Christ, then what do you want from me as an apology? You want me to go on my knees?"
"Please, the only time woman are on their knees for me, they're wanting to suck my dick." She states, brutally and I immediately begin to get confused.
"What?" I ask her,
"The only time a girl is on her knees for me, it's just to suck my dick. You want to suck my dick, Jenna? Be my fucking guest." She spits at me, before turning away from me and taking her hoodie off. Being completely shirtless. I don't know if it's her being shirtless, her being blunt, or the alcohol in my system... but she does look hot. I don't let her get too far before - without realising - I've pulled her back towards me and she's turning to me.
I jump up, wrapping my legs around her and I kiss her. Feeling her kiss me and her hands rest on my waist, holding me up. I feel my back rest against a door. Both of us kissing one another and my hands explore her back. I feel her pull back and kiss my cheek then make her way down my body, my legs reach the floor and I feel her kiss my thighs. Going between both. Slowly inching more and more up.
I watch as she looks up at me and I whimper, tilting my head back as I grip her hair, trying not to sound as if I'm enjoying this but it's really difficult when I am really really enjoying this. I feel her pull my pants down and I am immediately gripping her hair, whimpering. I'm so thankful there is a party blocking out my moans. No wonder so many people sleep with her, she's a goddess. I feel two fingers move into me and I moan, gripping her hair tighter yet she moves her hands, connecting our hands while her tongue rests on my clit.
I swear, I'm fucking seeing stars.
I rest my back against the door, whimpering at how fast she's moving her fingers inside of me. Tightening around her.
"Fuck, you're so tight." I hear her say, earning a moan from me.
"Fuck, keep going baby." I plead with her,
"That's a new nickname—"
"—Don't put me off when you're doing so good." I say to her to do, earning a low chuckle. I moan, feeling myself want to cum right then and there.
"Do you want me, Jenna? " I hear her say, moving her lips right in front of mines, I whimper, leaning forward, trying to kiss her but I can't find the energy as she keeps leaning back then leaning forward.
"Fuck just kiss me, L/n." I plead with her,
"Go on your knees and beg politely if you want me so badly." She whispers to me, I moan and begin to ride her fingers, noticing her eyes widen slightly in surprise. While she's caught off guard, I kiss her, pulling her closer to me and trying to swallow a moan. I can feel her dick pressing against her sweatpants and it's so attractive. I move my hand into her pants and her boxers, she pulls away from the kiss. "Fuck, Jenna, don't—"
"—Let me play with you, love." I whisper to her, noticing her breath hitch as she moves her fingers faster. I moan and rest my hand on her dick, rubbing my thumb over her tip, feeling the pre-cum spill out and I use that as lube and begin to jerk her off.
"F—Fuck, Jenna." I hear her moan, kissing my forehead delicately before tucking her head into my neck and beginning to place kisses on my neck. With my left hand, I rest it on the back of her neck while I'm clenching on her fingers and I'm jerking her off. "O—Ooh, shit, keep going, darling." I hear her say, I smile widely, letting out a slow chuckle. Speeding up quickly only to feel her mirror my speed. Both of us moaning into one another. I moan, leaning into her as I finish on her fingers, trying to speed up but I feel Y/n pull out of me and tilt my head up, removing her head from my neck. "L—Look at me—" She forces me to look at her, both of us heavily breathing against one another, our breath mixing. "That's it, open wide for me, darling." She says, lowly. I open my mouth and she sticks her two fingers into me and I clean her fingers for her, continuing to jerk her off. I notice her clench her jaw as she forces her eyes shut, tilting her head back. "Oh—Oh, fuck." She lets out through a chuckle and I feel her cum, immediately noticing it.
Y/n's POV:
I have never seen someone quickly remove their hand from my dick, pull their pants up and leave my room so fast. I stand there, frozen, unsure of what just happened. I try to think of what could've happened. I open my door, thinking that I should go after her but by the time I open my door, I see her opening the front door, leaving my apartment and running away.
I sigh, letting my shoulders fall. Slamming my door shut in annoyance.
What do I do?
*****
Right now, I'm at a rink and I'm practicing in a hoodie and some team sweatpants. I'm skating toward the goal, dribbling and shooting a back-handed shot, it hitting top right. I smile and get the puck then skating backwards to what would be my side.
"Hey, Cap." I hear Henry's sweet voice call on me, I glance over toward the barrier and see him, Jenna, and Emma. "We're hanging out, do you wanna join us?" He offers, I look at Jenna and she lightly shakes her head. I look down at the ice and move the puck back and forth.
"Uh, no. No, it's fine." I answer in reply, quietly.
"Huh?"
"Please join us." I hear Emma say, I look up from the ice and see Emma and Henry giving me matching puppy dog eyes and trying to use their heads that Jenna's with them as if I can't see that.
"Uh, I'm... Sorry." I clear my throat, "I really wish I could but I gotta practice—"
"—You're always practicing." I hear Henry complain, "Look, come over here. You're so far away." He complains, beckoning me over. I sigh, skating over with a puck and stopping smoothly. Going onto the back of my heel to slow down my speed. I rest my left hand on the barrier and I see Jenna sigh, crossing her arms and looking down at the ground, her cheeks a shade of pink. "Cap, can you please come join us?" I hear him ask me, I think for a moment, trying to make it seem as if I'm debating it. I look over at Jenna, noticing Emma look at me confused then look at Jenna.
"Do you not wanna come because of Jenna?" Emma asks, point-blank.
"What?" Jenna asks, panicked and looking up, looking at me as if she was gonna kill me then looking at Emma as if she had just gotten caught. She still has the hickey's that I left on her, I'm glad she has them.
"What, no. No, it's not about Jenna." I say to her, shaking my head as I beckon at Jenna.
"Well, you were looking at her." Emma points out, I sigh.
"Look I don't wanna hang out. Sorry."
"Fine. We tried." Henry says through a sigh of complaint, beginning to walk away. I watch as he does and Emma follow after him.
"Thank you, L/n." I hear Jenna thank me, quietly.
"Whatever." I let out, quietly. "I thought I should back off, since, it's quite obvious that you regret what we did—"
"—What?!"
"See you later, Jenna." I say to her, skating toward the goal with the puck, dribbling and hitting it hard, the puck shooting into the net.
"For what it's worth, I don't regret it." I hear her say, I scoff, shaking my head lightly. Knowing that she is probably lying to me. "I'm not l—"
"—Go hang out with your friends, Jenna." I shout for her to do, getting the buck and dribbling around for a bit, practicing a few things before feeling something me. "Ow—! What the—?" I look up and I see Jenna standing on ice with no skates on and I hear a puck sliding away from me, "Did you just throw a puck at me?" I ask her, annoyed.
"Next time, don't push me away. I'm trying to compliment..." Everything goes out the window when I see what she's wearing, why the fuck is she wearing JJ's jersey?
"Why the fuck are you wearing that?" I ask her, pointing at the jersey she's wearing. She glances down at her jersey then smiles, cockily, looking up at me.
"Yeah, you like it?"
"Take it off." I state, firmly. Moving around her and going to leave, I take my skates off and dump it in my bag, putting my converse on. Jenna follows me but a lot slower since she's being more careful since she isn't wearing her skates.
"Why, I like it." She says to me,
"No, you don't. Take it off." I order her to do,
"You're not my girlfriend, Y/n—" I grab her hand and my bag, going into the changing room's, I shut the door behind me and dump my bag. "Get off of me—"
"—Take it off, Jenna. I mean it." I state, annoyed that she isn't listening to me.
"He's my favourite player—" I immediately pull her closer to me and I take off her jersey, she goes to protest but I take my hoodie off and give it to her, putting it on for her. "What're you doing?" She asks me,
"My stuff is better. Don't fucking do that again." I say to her, staring her down angrily and dumping it in my bag and walking past her. Leaving her in there. Gosh, she's so fucking stubborn.
I hate that and I hate her.
Not really.
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