She knows it was wrong. Desperately wrong.
He's not Nate. She's not Blair.
He's still trying to get over the fact that Blair chose to end things permanently with him.
She's still trying to get over the fact that everyone seems to hate her.
They're both unwanted. Both lost.
That's how she finds herself leaning forward until their lips meet, the half-empty glass of scotch still in their entwined hands. Her eyebrows knit together at the familiarity of the feel of his lips on hers, and she pulls away, staring at him for a split second, tracing the planes of his face with her eyes, knowing that she should get her stuff, apologize for acting on impulse, and leave it at that.
But she was never good with making the right choices.
She dives back in, grabbing his shoulders and grazing her lips against hers, half-relieved and half-apathetic when he eagerly reciprocates, one hand on her waist and the other one on her thigh, and she knows that, despite the circumstances, this was it. A night she would always remember - whether she liked it or not.
She knows there will be hell to pay afterwards, but she can't really bring herself to care, because her life's gone to shit already anyways.
Why not fuck it up even more?
"If you ever come back to Manhattan, I will destroy you."
She knows Blair means it. Her eyes are cold and unforgiving.
Mercy is something she was never fond of, and she isn't about to give it to the person she thought was loyal to her but then turned around and slept with the man she loved.
She thinks back through the three years they've known each other, how Jenny went from Blair's minion, to rival, to nuisance, to successor, to trusted ally. How all of that has crumbled.
Trust can take years to build, but only seconds to break.
She's never understood that expression more in her life.
Jenny swallows and wills her tear ducts to stay at bay, giving the girl who she used to look up to a slight nod before turning and walking away, having found that Blair was an addition to the long list of people she's betrayed.
And not liking it.
Not one bit.
She's on the small array of steps that will lead her into the train. She looks down at each of their faces, and she's surprised she can still hear the chatter of the passengers from the sound of her heart shattering.
Disappointment.
It was never supposed to be this way. She was supposed to be the one that would go places, the one that they were going to be immensely proud of, not the one who was being sent away because she was going deep in a downward spiral.
She didn't say goodbye to Serena. Nor Chuck. Not even Nate.
She was sure they wouldn't miss her.
She regrets everything. Outcasting Eric when she was Queen, defending Damien against her father, being stupid enough to become his pack mule, being an even bigger idiot to think that he would still want her after she refused to sleep with him, falling for Nate all over again, plotting to steal him away from Serena - causing her friendship with both of them to grow a mile apart in the process, helping Chuck, losing her virginity to him.
All of it.
She wishes she could take all of it back, but Jenny Humphrey's life isn't science fiction. She can't erase her mistakes. The only thing she can do is live with them and try to make up for the shit she's pulled everyone she cares about through.
Jenny strained a smile and gave them a wave before boarding the train, taking a deep breath as a tear made its way down her cheek, and she quickly raised her hand and wiped it away, a reminder that she was saying goodbye to this image.
The image of a sad, pathetic bitch.
She would come back.
And she would surprise them all.