A/N: Jenna x Reader
part twoooo
wooooooo
here we go!
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Jenna's POV:
I plug my earphones into my phone and begin to play some music, beginning to already think about what I could write about. This transcript is so helpful, and it helps me get a better idea of Nicole but one thing that really surprised me is that Kate thought that Nicole would do anything for money?
How far will she go for money?
What will she do just for some money?
Where did the money even come from?
I have to dig deeper, a lot deeper. But this is a start— a good start. I just need to find a way that I can maybe get an interview with Nicole's best friend who thankfully is Ceana's older sister, Eva, I might need to ask Ceana if she can talk to Eva for me. I barely see her as she's always at her work or with her friends.
I arrive home and open my door, sniffling as I try to blow heat into my hands, it being a chilly day. I untie my laces and take my converse off and set them on a rack.
"Honey, is that you?" I hear my dad shouting on me, walking into the hallway. "Ah, can you help me?" He whispers, glancing into the living room. I nod my head and follow him into the garden, he directs me over toward the fireplace that we have. "See that tiny gap?"
"Yep." I answer, softly. Glancing at the tiny gap then at my dad, seeing him look at me expectantly.
"I... accidentally dropped my phone in there." He sheepishly admits, my eyebrows raise as I try not to smile smugly yet I can't fight it. It's too funny. I snicker under my breath, hearing him nudge me. "Yeah, yeah." I hear him say softly, shaking his head and sighing. "Can you help?"
"Sure."
"Please don't tell your mother, I really did forget that it was in my pocket." Dad expresses to me, sincerely. I look at him, seeing his red face and beads of sweat dripping down his face. I glance at what he could've been working on only to see that the shed door is open. He's cleaning the shed.
"How were you working on the shed that's over there and drop your phone over here?" I ask him, curiously.
"Well... I needed a little... break." He explains, "So, I sat down on the two stairs and... well, yeah. It just slipped." He continues onto explain making me laugh, softly. "Sh!" He shushes me, urgently, pointing at the window that looks into the living room. Window's open. I look back at him and sit down, using my phone as a torch and digging my hand in there, I manage to get a grasp of his phone and struggle to pull up his phone, yet I end up getting a cut on my hand. "Shit—Shh! Shh! Okay, okay, follow me." He says, taking my hand in his, kissing it better for me then directing me into the kitchen, putting the cut under the water. While I'm cleaning my cut, he gets me a plaster and dries my hand, I hiss in pain, and he begins to dab the towel on it. "Ooh, that looks sore." He says, glancing between me and the cut. "Are you okay?" He asks me, looking scared. I hum, softly.
"I'm okay, it's just a little stingy." I express to him, he inspects the plaster with his tongue slightly sticking out, his eyebrows furrowing downward. Before looking back and moving his tongue back in his mouth. He rests his eyebrows and looks at me, hopeful.
"Is that better?"
"Loads." I sarcastically reply, sending him my best smile. He rests his shoulders and shakes his head.
"All right, promise not to tell—?"
"—Andy! Are you almost done with the garden, love?" I hear my mum shout on my dad, his eyes widen with panic.
"Bye." He whispers, rushing over toward the shed. I see my mum walk past me and she glances at my hand,
"Oh, dear, what happened?" She asks, resting her hands on my face and her right thumb strokes my cheekbone.
"Mum, I'm fine."
"Did Becca bite you again?" She asks, I panic.
"Uh, yeah." I answer, nodding my head. "I gotta go upstairs, gotta get writing." I inform her, walking away from her and texting my dad that it's the story I went with. He sees it immediately and sends me a thumbs up. I put my phone away, opening my door and walking into my room. I immediately walk over to my desk, opening my laptop and beginning to write.
Production Log Two –
Okay, so, that was a lot more interesting that I imagined. I now know that Nicole was doing something for money; that Nicole and John were arguing a few days before her disappearance, that she caused a drift between John and Kate, and more specifically, that Nicole didn't like Kate and what's even more confusing is that Kate doesn't even know why Nicole hates her. She knew that the loose reason was because they were close but there had to have been something deeper than that, right?
Could she maybe have a side-job that John isn't fond of and because of his disapproval, she disappeared?
But what could the side-job be?
What does John hate so much that he would never approve of, and Nicole was capable of doing?
This is getting very intricate, already yet I'm at the very beginning. I feel like I'm nowhere near getting an answer to anything.
This might be a lot trickier than I expected.
Maybe Eva might know.
However, typing has gotten a little more difficult when writing these due to my plaster covering most of my hand since I inherited baby hands from my mum so the cut that I got earlier is really sore.
I hear my phone ding, my screen lighting up and I look to see that mine and Ceana's third member of our trio, Faith.
"RED EMERGENCY!" I see that she's sent, my eyes widen, and I quickly save my copy, sending her a text. Shit, shit, shit! I gotta go. I gotta stop— oh, but I don't want to stop— No! No, it's an emergency, let's go!
"On my way!" I send to her, letting her know. I rush downstairs, grabbing my shoes, quickly putting them on.
"I'm going out! I'll be back later!" I shout to my parents, grabbing my keys and unlocking the door, leaving. I shut and lock the door then get in my car, immediately beginning to drive to Faith's house.
***
I arrive and get out of my car, shutting the door and locking my car.
"I'm here! I'm here, I'm here, I'm here!" I hear Ceana shouting, running across toward me, holding a bag that is probably filled with sweets and drinks. We meet in the middle and sigh, resting our hands on each other's forearms. "Did you see the text?"
"Yeah, why else would I be here?" I reply, sarcastically. She groans, waving me off.
"Ugh, whatever. Come on, she must be heartbroken!" I hear Ceana express to me, a lot more cheerful than last night which I'm happy about. We link our arms and walk to the door, I knock for us and soon enough. Faith opens the door, blanket around her, tears welling in her eyes and her cheeks stained with black mascara running down. "Oh, Honey..."
"Oh, I'm sorry, darling." We both say over one another, reaching out to Faith and giving her a hug. Faith beginning to cry in our arms as she then lets us in. We take off our shoes and head into her room, beginning to comfort her.
"I brought ice cream, your favourite of course. I also got some of your favourite sweets and..." She pulls out a bottle of Oasis and Faith gasps, her hands immediately covering her mouth before her lets her shoulders fall and she begins to pout.
"How'd you know?" She asks through a sob, beginning to sob harder and resting her head on my shoulder. I rub her back and open it for her, handing it to her.
"Here you go." I hear Ceana say, giving me a bottle of flavoured water. "Lemon and Lime, your favourite."
"Thanks, love." I thank her, seeing Ceana smile proudly and I take a light sip of my lemon and lime flavoured water before shutting it over. Ceana moves on the right of Faith, and she removes her head off of my shoulder.
"What happened?" I hear her ask, speaking softly. "If you feel comfortable telling us, anyway." She adds, placing a kiss on Faith's shoulder and offering a comforting smile. I wipe her tears for her and let her take her time.
"I... I... We—We were just sitting; you know? And he... and then he said... Oh, god!" I hear her say, letting out a loud sob.
"Oh... Oh, I hate when they just..." I just stare ahead for a moment then me, Ceana and Faith all groan.
"Right! Right, it's—it's so infuriating! I wanted to slap him." She says and I wipe her eyes again, nodding my head.
"I hate when they do that." Ceana expresses to me as we steal a glance at one another being confused on what he actually did. All I know is that I hate him for hurting my Faith.
"I don't get why he just wants to break up for the hell of it, he—he looked so emotionless!" Faith complains while Ceana hands her a tissue, "Thank you." She mutters, quietly, taking the tissue and beginning to wipe her eyes then folding it over and beginning to blow her nose into the tissue.
"You're gonna be just fine, Faith, I promise you." I express to her, her looking over at me and her eyes welling up with more tears.
"Y—Y—You... You think s—so?" She asks, sniffling and through hitched breaths. I try not to smile yet I can't help it, I send her a smile and nod my head.
"I know so. We. We know so." I state, glancing at Ceana to see her smiling.
"We've got you, love." Ceana assures her, placing a kiss on her head. "We can even put a movie on, whatever one you want." She adds, sending her a comforting smile. Faith glances between both of us, sniffles and whimpers softly.
"E—Even the one you hate?" I hear her ask, shyly. Me and Ceana look at one another. Oh, boy...
"Sure. Whatever you want." Ceana answers for us, sending her the best smile that she could give in that moment, yet it wasn't convincing enough.
"We... We don't have too." Faith sympathises, glancing between us. I let my shoulders fall,
"No, no, it's okay. Put it on and we'll all lie on your bed and cuddle, hm?" I suggest, noticing her begin to smile, she lies down and me and Ceana lie on either side of her. While she begins to put on the movie, Ceana hands us the sweets and I look at the TV, seeing her put her favourite movie on. A movie that me and Ceana are not so fond of. "Oh, Ceana, I actually need to talk to about something." I express to her, noticing her lean up a little and look at me.
"Sure, what's up?"
"When is your sister next gonna be home?" I ask her, curiously.
"Do you need her for your dissertation?" Faith questions me, I nod my head, looking at her then at Ceana.
"I can ask her to come home and 'hang out'." Ceana suggests to me, shrugging as she lowers her lips into a frown.
"Please, I have some questions that I really need the answers too." I explain to her, noticing Ceana hum and lie back down. I lie down as well and feel Faith rest her head on my shoulder and notice her begin to snuggle into her covers and blankets.
"I bet this is way better than any date with that idiot." I hear Ceana attempt to comfort her, Faith looking at her and humming softly.
"You know what, it actually really is." Faith confirms, smiling widely before focusing on the movie. I notice Ceana leave a longing look at me before humming contently. I begin to attempt to watch the movie, even though I'd rather do absolutely anything else.
***
"So, Jenna..." I hear Faith begin, 43 minutes into the movie; her head turns to me, and her eyes focus on me as she begins to smile lightly, I return the smile, attempting to bring some comfort to her. "How was the interview with Kate Vincent?" She questions, raising an eyebrow. I immediately feel my cheeks fill with heat and I wish she never asked. "Oh—?!" She excitedly asks, sitting up and resting her hand on my thigh. "Did something happen?"
"No! No, no, no."
"Oh, something happened." Ceana defends Faith, I groan, shaking my head.
"No, nothing happened." I state, firmly. Glancing between the two suspicious girls who give one another a side-glance before focusing back on me. "I mean it, nothing happened." I continue onto try and convince them, yet I know that it's pointless. I know that they won't listen.
"Yeah, yeah, okay." Ceana agrees, nodding her head as – for a moment – she glances at Faith and Faith nods her head, over exaggeratingly. "So, then, you should feel more than comfortable to tell us what happened without blushing."
"I—!" I hesitate, staring at the two knowing that they are trying to rile me up, "I am not blushing." I state, looking at both girls disapprovingly.
"Talk to your cheeks, Honey. They say it all." Faith quips, making Ceana laugh as she looks away, trying to hide her laugh.
"Oh, come on! All—All that happened was that I went over and knocked, she opened the door slightly and..." I hesitate, not wanting to fully say the words of what she was wearing— well what she wasn't wearing, more specifically. "and yeah. She invited me in. I interviewed her, thanked her for her time then left."
"Why do I feel like you're not telling us something?" Ceana questions, attempting to hide her laugh that she is recovering from.
"I'm not."
"You are. Your voice is going up an octave and it only does that when you are lying or hiding something." Faith counters, smiling smugly as she crosses her arms.
"Okay, fine." I give in, letting my shoulders fall. "When... When she opened the door, she didn't open it fully because she... you know."
"No, I don't."
"I don't—I don't get it." Faith admits, shyly.
"She wasn't..." I sigh, groaning and covering my face with my hands, dragging my hands down my face and looking between the two, waiting expectantly. "She wasn't wearing a lot of clothes... just underwear." I confess, I see Faith begin to sit up, her mouth falling open in shock. I look to see Ceana gasp and cover her mouth, watching Faith and beginning to burst into a fit of laughter.
"Oh my god! You should see your face right now!" Ceana points out, pointing at my face that is progressively getting more red as we continue to discuss me and Kate's interview.
"No way! No way she did that!"
"She thought I was lying! She— I— I don't know! She just assumed that the interview was made up!" I explain to the two of them, trying to explain to both of them what really happened yet, of course, if it involves me and a woman being slightly naked, then of course they're not going to believe me.
"She must feel real... comfortable with you." Ceana butts in, smirking at me and sending me a wink. I lightly punch her shoulder, "Ow!"
"Shut it." I reply, beginning to get annoyed.
"Oh, come on, Jenna, you can't blame us." Faith begins to try and explain, "We know that you aren't exactly the most interested in guys. We just... were wondering when you were finally going to have someone."
"Someone?" I repeat, more confused than ever.
"Someone." Faith states, before picking up on my confusion. "You know, like... like a girlfriend." She explains to me, I feel my mouth fall open.
"Wha—? No! No, I'm... I'm not in a million years ever gonna go out with Kate Vincent, especially with her." I splutter, words spilling out of my mouth.
"Why not?" Ceana asks her, raising her eyebrows.
"Yeah, what's wrong with her?" Faith questions, before looking over at Ceana. "I think she's not bad looking—"
"—Okay, let's just... move on." I begin to state, looking away from them and lying down. I shake my head lightly as I can still feel their eyes on me, yet I can't help but want to smile. I need to focus though, I need to be able to be able to bump into Kate here-and-there and not immediately think of the rudest thing ever. It's objectifying— ugh, I feel disgusting already.
"All right, if you want too." Faith finally gives in, sighing and sinking deeper into her bed, lying back down. "But..."
"No." I state, she huffs and rolls her eyes, crossing her arms.
"You never let me do anything fun." Faith complains, making me laugh as it's the total opposite of what I let her do. I let her have so much fun, I just make sure that she doesn't get into trouble for her dumb decision making.
I don't want something bad to happen to her as normally when Faith and Ceana – as well as our other friends – do some fun stuff like going to a party, getting drunk at one of our friends' houses, or wanting to do something that could at least get them into some trouble with the police, I make sure that they at least are somewhat aware of what they could get in trouble for.
Yes, they make fun of me for that but in my mind, at least I'm looking out for them.
It's better than letting them do whatever and not caring. I would rather show them how much I care by annoying them than them thinking that I don't care about them.
*****
I'm at the shop that is nearest my house and as I'm walking around the different but short aisles with my Mum who is getting a few snacks for our movie night that we have every few or so days, I notice a familiar figure walk past the aisle. I begin to walk toward the figure and when I reach the bottom, I see—
Kate.
"Kate, hi." I greet her, she turns around, slightly jumpy and sighs softly, relaxing her shoulders and offering a smile that is short and untruthful.
"Hi... J—Jenna. Hi." She greets me, offering her best smile as she clings onto the milk carton. "How's the investigation going?" She asks me, stepping forward for a moment.
"Oh, uh... I mean I only have two logs but I'm going to interview Eva." I inform her, she nods her head lightly, taking in my outfit before meeting my eyes again.
"Cool. I—I hope it goes well for you." Kate wishes to me, I nod my head lightly. Neither of us saying anything to one another for a moment, only looking into one another's eyes. I take in her outfit: black and white Vans, a brown oversized t-shirt, black joggies that are also cargos. She lowers her head as she moves out of someone's way, "Is there anything else?" she asks me, looking at me expectantly.
"Uh, I just..." I force my eyes shut before opening them and stepping back. "Sorry, am I bothering you?"
"No. Not at all."
"I haven't seen you in here before."
"Yeah, me and—me and my mum normally shop outside of town, you know... for obvious reasons but it was an emergency." Kate explains to me, I nod my head along with her words. My eyes struggling to pull away from her.
"Ah, that's... cool." I let out, quietly, humming contently. Cool? Who says cool? Especially to them coming to a store because it was an emergency even though she's most likely getting stared at! I am so stupid! So ridiculously stupid—!
"Jenna, there you are." I hear my Mum say, I turn to her, and I immediately begin to flush with embarrassment. "Oh, hello."
"Hi, Mrs Ortega." Kate greets her, lowering her head for a moment. "How're you?" She questions, glancing at me and offering a short but sweet smile.
"I'm okay, thank you. Sorry, what's your name?"
"Mum, this is Kate. Kate, this is my Mum, Diana." I introduce the two, my Mum hums a little symphony, swivelling her shoulders from left-to-right.
"Yeah, that's me." She lets out, smiling proudly. "Oh— I remember you! I remember selling your parents the house you two have. Is the house going okay for you?"
"Beautiful. It's a stunning house and my parents were happy with the offer and everything." Kate expresses to her, nodding her head and looking content to talk to my Mum. "How is your job going?"
"Oh, wow. It's been a while since someone asked me that." I hear my Mum say, side-glancing at me and I immediately begin to feel embarrassed. "Work's going great, I've been selling a few houses and I think I might have a buyer for the house over on Byers Lane." My Mum informs her, Kate hums and gasps softly, leaning back.
"Oh, that's a good house. Nice back garden. It'd be good for a little touch-up though." Kate expresses her opinion, my Mum gasping and moving her flat hand out.
"That's what I said!" My Mum excitedly replies before looking at me then back at Kate, "So, how do you two know one another?"
"Oh, uh..." Kate begins to fall silent.
"I interviewed her." I answer, truthfully. Glancing at my mum before sending Kate an apology through a smile.
"Oh, I'm so sorry for my daughter pestering you." My Mum apologises to me, resting her hand over her heart. "When she gets passionate about something, it's difficult for her to stop at nothing."
"Oh, it's okay, Mrs Ortega. I actually didn't mind." Kate answers in reply before moving out the way, "Here, you two go first. You have more stuff than me."
"No, no, no. You go." My Mum offers, Kate smiles gratefully then steps in front of us as we're both now joining the que. I watch as she hands the cashier person the carton of milk.
"Just that, please." Kate politely informs her, the cashier scans it and stares at her bitterly.
"That'll be 2.63." The cashier informs her, staring at her with a bitter look, a look of disgust, a look of... everything to do with hatred. I begin to feel bad.
"Here we are." Kate replies, handing her three 1 dollar bills. The cashier gives her change and lightly pushes her milk carton away from her.
"I'm sorry, have you got something against this customer or something?" I ask her, calling her out. Noticing her begin to look at me. "I don't understand why you can't look at her without being a bitch."I express to her, stepping closer but Kate reaches her arm out, stopping me.
"Hey, hey, hey— Look, it's fine. It's fine." Kate attempts to assure me but when I look over at her, I can tell she is just as upset as me.
"No, it's not. She's treating you unfairly."
"Listen, are you gonna scan your food or not?" The cashier questions, raising her silver unibrow and looking at me, impatiently.
"Not until you aren't being a bitch—"
"—Okay! Okay, outside now." Kate demands, gripping my wrist, lightly, and dragging me outside.
"I'll be sure to inform your manager to get a new cashier with less bitchy-ness and more personality. Maybe that'll help you find your 7th husband." I shout at her, hearing a few gasps and my mum snickers under her breath, covering her mouth while Kate drags me outside and around into the alleyway.
"What're you doing?" Kate asks me, angrily.
"The way she was treating you was horrible! Unfair, even." I try to explain myself, hearing her sigh as she lets her shoulders sink.
"I know, Jenna, okay? I know that it's unfair, but you have to let them be, you can't snap at them— and you can't fight my battles for me, okay?" Kate begins to lecture me, staring me down for a minute. "This is where you repeat back to me that you understand." She informs me, staring me down expectantly, it was kinda... attractive? For some reason.
"Oh, right. Uh, I—I promise." I assure her, "Are you OK, though?" I ask her, hoping that she is. I notice her step back as I step closer to her and I immediately retreat, not wanting to make her uncomfortable.
"Just... don't do it again, okay? I hate when people feel sympathy for me, just leave the assholes alone, all right?" She angrily snaps at me, walking away from me and I watch as she walks away from me. I leave the alleyway and I see my mum walking out of the store, giggling to herself as she holds two bags.
"Ah, there you are." I hear my mum begin to say, trying to stop herself from giggling. "Wait, where's your friend?"
"She got mad at me, she didn't want me fighting her battles for her." I explain to her, her laugh progressively dying and her shoulders sink as she frowns for a moment.
"Well, if it makes you feel any better. You killed her with words." My mum says, making me begin to smile. I offer my best smile for her, and I take one bag from her, we both walk to the car, and we begin to make our way home.
I've probably ruined any chances that I have with being able to ask Kate more questions which isn't great, but maybe after interviewing Eva, I can see if I have enough time to stop by the Vincent's house and apologise so that I can get on her good side.
I pray that it works but if it doesn't, then I am totally and utterly screwed. This is gonna be a tough, but I think I might be able to make it work.
*****
It's the next day and I am standing outside of Ceana's house, a little nervous for the interview that is about to happen. I step toward her door, taking a deep inhale in and knocking on the door. I wait a few seconds and the door opens, I see Eva and she offers a short smile.
"Hi, Jenna." Eva greets me, opening the door wider and moving aside. "Come in, come in." She offers, I step inside and offer my best smile.
"How're you?" I ask her, looking over at her.
"I'm okay, a little nervous." She confesses to me, letting out a nervous giggle. "But apart from that, I'm—I'm okay." She continues onto say, "Uh, where are we doing the interview?"
"We can do it wherever you feel comfortable." I answer in reply, I notice Eva's shoulders drop slightly before she glances into the kitchen then looks back at me,
"Mind if we do it in the kitchen?"
"Not at all." I express to her,
TRANSCRIPT OF INTERVIEW WITH EVA RIVERA
Jenna: Are you okay with this being recorded?
Eva: Yes, of course.
Jenna: OK. First question, how close were you and John?
Eva: Well, he was like a brother to me. We were all really good friends.
Jenna: You, John, Nessa, Ezra, and Elio? Right?
Eva: Yes. That was our group.
Jenna: Ah, okay. And how often did you all hang out?
Eva: Practically every day. It felt like we were always at someone's house. Then at school, everyone had a class with someone every time and at breaks and lunch, we'd be sitting outside in spring and summer, inside up at the library in winter and autumn.
Jenna: That sounds fun.
Eva: (Laughs) It was, it was great fun.
Jenna: And when did John tell you that he was dating Nicole?
Eva: Uh, I think it was just after New Years'. Like, I think John asked her on New Year's Eve and they kissed at the bells then he told us on the 1st.
Jenna: OK... And uh, did you like being around Nicole?
Eva: I didn't... exactly like being her. She carried a lot of drama with her and I just... We all didn't have the time for drama. I hate drama and everyone else can agree.
Jenna: It is the worst. (Pauses) But what kind of drama did she bring?
Eva: All sorts. She tried to break up our friend group as she didn't like a few of us so she hated that John hung around us all the time.
Jenna: Do you know why?
Eva: Not really. I was always sort've clueless in that aspect. I assumed it was to do with the drama between Nessa and Nicole's friend, Lana.
Jenna: Lana Carpenter?
Eva: Yes.
Jenna: Do you know if I could talk to her?
Eva: I'll give you her number after this.
Jenna: Thank you. Anyway, what did you and your friends do on the night Nicole went missing?
Eva: We were all playing video games in Ezra's living room. His parents were out on a little rendezvous to "take a break".
Jenna: And do you remember what time John left?
Eva: Y—Yes. Yeah, it was at 10:25.
Jenna: You originally stated, along with John, that he left at 1:21am. Why go back?
Eva: (Pauses, coughs) I mis-remembered.
Jenna: Ah, okay. Did you know anything about Nicole making money?
Eva: No, but I think Lana will know something about that.
Jenna: Great, thanks. One more question, do you have any idea why John allegedly murdered Nicole?
Eva: I don't know for sure, but... but I saw them arguing in the car park earlier the day she went missing. The argument seemed normal until I realised that John was pointing at his phone and angrily talking to her. He wasn't shouting – he never raised his voice, ever but yeah... I think he finally had enough of her bullshit and just... plotted the murder.
Jenna: You think it was premeditated?
Eva: I'm not so sure myself, sometimes I think he did. Sometimes I think he didn't. It's all so confusing, especially since John was so nice to me.
Jenna: OK, that's all for now. Thank you so much.
Production Log Three –
Okay, so, that was helpful. I mean, I have another link to getting what Nicole was really like. I'm waiting on an interview with a police officer and Ceana's dad as he taught her for a year so I'm hoping that he can remember something about her and maybe tell me something.
I'm hoping that it's nothing but hey, for all I know, he could be a killer.
I seriously doubt that Mr Rivera could, but I guess everyone is a suspect. Sometimes though, this case scares me. It intimidates me. This case is so complex, and I hate that so many people are settled on the fact that it was John and John only.
What I really am interested in at the Mument is Nicole and her life before her going missing, Eva is the 2nd person that has now said that she wasn't exactly the nicest person to be around and I'm not going to lie, it's making me confused on why everyone loves her and everyone is wishing that her death never happened if when she was alive, she had a few enemies.
Maybe the hatred of one enemy got too much to the point where they plotted a plan and John came across the scene?
Or maybe John knew nothing, and the killer had a crush on Nicole and wanted her attention, but she was rude to them, so they snapped? Maybe unrequited love?
There's so many things that could've happened and it's beginning to get hard to question what could possibly be the truth and what is too far-fetched as the case is closed, the police is gonna take another 17 days to respond and I need it now. I need to see if the request will be granted and if so, I need to know what John said in his interview that made the police so suspicious of him since it was as if they interviewed him and mainly focused on John and John alone. It was as if they weren't accepting any other further leads.
That's another thing that is kinda confusing to me, why were they so keen on it being John Vincent? John Vincent of all people, the guy who had never hurt a fly, the laidback guy, the nice guy, the guy who is dating miss popular. Why were they so set out on him?
Shoot! I forgot to visit Kate to apologise to her, damn... it's 7:23pm. My mum wouldn't let me go to go see her, most likely. I'm just gonna have to wait till tomorrow and hope that she forgives me.
Wait! She gave me her number! I can call her!
"Jenna! Kate's here for you!" I hear my mum shout to me, I immediately begin to feel a weird sensation in my stomach as it's weird that I was just mentioning her and how I'm going to apologise and all of a sudden, she's at my house.
Why is she at my house?
Why is she here?
"C—Coming!" I shout back, hoping they heard me. I immediately save it and shut my laptop screen over, I stand up and open my door, jogging down the steps and almost falling down the stairs but I manage to gain my balance. I rest my hands on my hip, then itch the side of my nose, looking at my mum and waiting for her to leave.
"Oh, right, okay." My mum finally gets the hint after 5 seconds of awkward silence, "It's nice seeing you again, be sure to stop by for dinner one time." My mum offers and I notice Kate's eyes light up as she nods her head and begin to smile.
"Thank you so much." I hear Kate reply, nodding her head. "I'm free tomorrow for dinner, if—if that's okay with you?"
"Yeah! It'd be lovely to have you." My mum replies, smiling widely before walking away and heading into the living room, I look at Kate and messily put my shoes on and I step toward her, yet she doesn't back away. I rest my hand on her chest, moving her back as I step down and shut the door behind me.
"Come with me." I state, noticing her eyes widen for a moment while I lightly grip her hand and begin to direct her toward the bench on my porch. We sit down, close to one another and I let go. Neither of us saying anything at first. "I—I'm sorry—"
"—I'm sorry— Oh, sorry." Kate apologises, chuckling nervously.
"You go."
"No, you can. What were you saying?" I hear her ask me, looking over at me.
"I just... I wanted to apologise for bothering you and causing trouble. I really didn't mean to bother you, I just..." I pause, trying to gather my thoughts and I notice her look into my eyes, deeply. "I don't know, I just hated how she was treating you."
"I appreciate it, and I shouldn't have snapped at you." I hear Kate say to me, "So I'm sorry." She apologises, offering her hand. "Truce?"
"Truce."I agree, taking her hand in mines and shaking her head. "Dude, your hand is so warm, what the hell." I say, without thinking and moving close to her.
"Why're your hands so cold?" She asks me, accusatory.
"I don't know, they always are." I reply, shrugging lightly. She lets her shoulders fall and I feel her hands wrap around mine, she leaves a little hole and begins to blow into my hands, rubbing her hands against mines.
"But there's another thing that I came over to discuss with you, if that's okay at least." Kate informs me, I raise an eyebrow and nod my head lightly.
"Yeah, sure." I agree, humming softly. "What's up?" I ask her, watching as she blows into my hands again to keep me warm. She leans her head up and glances over at me, clearing her throat and adjusting in her seat, turning her body to face mines.
"I... I was wondering if I could help. In—In any way that I can." Kate expresses to me, her eyes glancing between mines. Her beautiful eyes are so enticing, I hate that she's expecting an answer from me when I can't stop looking into her eyes.
"You want to help?"
"I want to know what happened to my brother, especially if he's innocent. I wanna know what happened and everything that went down. I... I want to know. And I think you're my only ticket to finding out what happened to my brother." Kate expresses to me, her jaw clenching tighter, and I only now realise that her face looks a little slimmer than when I last saw her. "Please, Jenna?" I hear her plead with me, I don't say anything for a moment, unsure of what there is to say.
What do I say...?
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thought i'd try post this just cause it's something easy since i have 100 pages+ written haha
part two will be tmr loves, don't worry
love you <3