Upset
Jenna/Warner
I can say only a few things about myself, and most of them have to do with being a "good friend."
I was always there for my friends.
I was Reliable.
I was Kind.
I was Sweet.
And if you didn't pick up the past tense, I'm not exactly Miss. Congeniality anymore.
Now I'm a heartbreaker.
A home-wrecker.
A truly terrible friend.
And to be honest, I'm not that upset about it.
My friend Rylie is almost the prettiest girl to have ever been born.
Technically, Rylie's tied for the most "Perfect" god-ling with her twin sister Blake,
But we all rank Rylie below her sister because self-confidence is appealing,
And she doesn't have any.
Back to the point of my story, I used to be the "Goody Two-Shoes" of Camp Half-Blood.
That changed when every demigod or god-ling over the age 18 got thrown out of Camp.
That changed when we all moved into a demigod safe apartment building in NYC.
That changed when my boyfriend cheated on me by kissing Artemis (the actual Greek Goddess.)
Mostly, it changed one night at a party thrown by Blake.
We were playing 7 Minutes in Heaven.
Blake smirked as she reached into the two bowls of names, "Ok next…Warner and Jenna."
I nervously glanced at Rylie, she was one of my best friends, and Warner was not only her boyfriend but the father of her child.
Warner was a little too drunk to remember those facts, as he dumped Rylie off his lap to stand and open the closet door.
Rylie looked more than a little bitter, but I followed Warner into the dark closet anyway, I was feeling adventurous.
Shutting the door behind me, I tried to find his eyes in the blackness, "So are we going to kiss?"
Before I could take another breath, or even blink my eyes, Warner's lips were pressed against mine, hard and demanding. I'm not going to lie and say that I didn't like kissing Warner, but I want the record to show that he started it.
I also want the record to show that when Warner's tongue found mine it was like time had stood still. Like everything I'd ever wanted was lying in front of me, and all I had to do to keep it was kiss him back. I kissed him back with everything I had.
Before I knew it, my hands were in his hair and my legs were wrapped around his waist as he pressed me against the door of the closet. I'm even pretty sure I felt something move in his pants, but before my hands could find his belt I heard Rylie yelling, "Seven minutes are over! Come out!" and guilt hit me like a ton of bricks, sorry for the cliché.
I remember thinking; this is my best friend's boyfriend with my lipstick all over his face. No one can ever know, I was so worried about what people would say.
I'm over that now.
But I wish I could go back to the closet.
Back to when people thought that maybe, just maybe, we weren't kissing.
Back to when we were kissing.
Back to when his lips were on mine and it felt like we could be together forever.
It felt like living.
