Justice for Kayla

Chapter 9 : Mission Jenna

After doing a large research on how to win Jenna back, through google, but still, a large research, I ended up on a bunch of useless webpages that said stuff like: if you want your girl back, buy her flowers or take her out to diner, like wtf are this shits? I need a huge thing, not material, I need something that shocks her as much as my ex-boyfriend did but, of course, in a good way now, we don't want to piss things off again.
After thinking about it for a while I came up with something that I knew wouldn't fail.
Jenna loved vespas, you know those type of vintage motorbikes. Sadly there weren't many of those near the town so, when I rented one from her favorite color of course, I had to rent it for more time as I had to move it from New Jersey, so it was more or less a 2 hour drive.
I thought she would like it and, as she told me to do so, I clarified myself and ended things up with Cameron and I also gave her the space she needed for now already 3 months, so I thought it was the best moment, her birthday.
March 3rd. She was turning 21 so, apart from her birthday present, which was also the mission to get her back, I would throw a huge party as I know she loves them.

The day came and I was super excited. I organized a party at her favorite restaurant, which I had reserved only for us, with her favorite Dj from Ibiza and I didn't invite many people as I knew she preferred huge parties but with a few close friends. Everything was perfect. It had been so difficult for me to find this much of information about her as she hadn't told me much more than this. She had never told me where she lived before New York or about her family; absolutely nothing. I thought it was strange at first but then, I let it go.
The party was amazing, Jenna had loved it, we had the best night of our lives and we stayed all night on the restaurant so I'm not going into detail of what happened after 2am, when the guests left. But I guess you can imagine...
Next morning, we woke up at my apartment but I'm not lying when I tell you I don't remember how we got there.  I must have been too drunk to remember that or at least my bigass hangover said so.
Later in the afternoon, yesterday's thought of how little I knew from Jenna's life came back and so, as she was next to me, I decided to ask her.
-Jenna, I have told you a lot about where I lived before, my family, friends... but you haven't told me anything about you; never.- I said
Jenna looked at me, uneasy. -I think better if we don't talk about this babe- she said, quite nervous, as if hiding something.
-Ok then- I said, quite bothered. And the conversation didn't end but instead it remained there unfinished, in the silence of the room, laying in the air.