CHAPTER 5:
-RACOON IN THE PANTRY-❝ to kiss in cars, and downtown bars, was all i needed. ❞
- cardigan by taylor swift
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ASTONIA'S POV: APARTMENTI dragged Jenna up the stairs and into the apartment, my blazer resting on her back as she toppled into the room and nearly face-planted herself on the floor. Her arm draped around my shoulders while mine was wrapped around her so she could walk, helping her to the couch before dumping her there, forcefully removing my tie and throwing it across the room.
"That was choking me the whole night," I complained, going through my hair and digging into my pockets for my phone.
"It should've been me, don't you think?" Jenna joked sleepily, getting comfortable on the sofa. Just as I'd found my phone it began to ring, the caller being my dad.
"Hello?" I spoke, putting the phone to my ear.
"So, you're going to go to this dinner tomorrow, I've already told Gemma to head upstairs to your place and drop off your clothes for it. Make sure Jenna takes some Advil in the morning, I'm sure you've got some," He immediately instructed, my brain still fogged from the mission, "This time, your task is to try and get into the headquarters, head to the armoury before you leave tomorrow to collect your trackers and extra things incase. You don't need to see me in my office anymore. Goodnight, Wong Yu."
"Goodnight." I replied, but he'd already hung up. I sighed, taking off the vest and tucking out the blouse from my pants, walking around the sofa and up the stairs to the loft above.
"Where are you going?" Jenna whined.
"To get clothes for you to change out of," I slid the wardrobe door open and began digging out of the drawers, pulling out two pairs of pyjamas and heading back down, tossing one of them at Jenna, "Here, head to the bathroom and change, then you can sleep." I heard her groan as she stumbled towards the downstairs bathroom, pushing the door open and shutting it.
I turned back and headed into my own bathroom, slipping off my clothes and heading into the shower. I grabbed my toothbrush mid shower and squeezed some toothpaste onto it before brushing my teeth underneath the warm water coming from the showerhead.
I quickly dried myself off and changed into my clothes, plopping onto my bed and tossing a new, unopened toothbrush onto the sofa for Jenna, falling fast asleep.
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"Well good morning, sunshine," I heard his voice ring in my ears. My eyes felt heavy, my body slumped like it was dead, "I said good morning." He stressed, grabbing my jaw, forcing my face to look at his. It was all a blur. His face, his hair, his eyes, his mouth, his nose, the background.
"Fuckin' hell," I grunted, attempting to punch him square in the face, but I couldn't. I tried again, but it felt like my hands were tied down using rope. I began to squirm around the chair I sat on, my surroundings beginning to clear up; I was in an unfamiliar room with a very familiar person.
"Wakey wakey," He teased, letting go of my face. My eyes widened, turning to see my hands tied behind my back and the blinding white light bulb above me. I winced from the brightness and immediately shut my eyes, looking up through my brows at him.
"Shouldn't a room like this have a warm coloured light bulb? Clearly, your parents aren't architects." I complained.
"Oh shut up," Finn snapped, "You're the one tied in a chair."
"I beg to differ." I said. Before any of us could speak, in a matter of seconds, he was the one tied in the chair. No explanation whatsoever, our roles just switched.
"Wake, the fuck up!" He yelled.
I shot out of my bed, panting and shoving my blanket aside. I could feel the sweat dripping down the sides of my face, my eyes red from fear. I shuddered and sat on the edge of my bed, peering down from the loft to see the downstairs floor empty, Jenna absent from the sofa.
"Crap," I muttered, sleepily getting off my bed and heading down the stairs, combing through my messed up hair. It was quiet, and the kitchen lights were the only ones switched on, but it still lit up the apartment pretty well. The counters were empty and the table had nothing on top of it as well, which meant she didn't have a midnight snack, unless...
I walked towards the pantry and attempted to open the door, but I couldn't. Bingo.
"Jenna? Are you in there?" I called out, knocking ferociously on the pantry door, but it wouldn't budge. It was like it was jammed shut, "Open up!" I groaned, trying to open the door but deeming it unsuccessful, "Open the damn door before I bust it down!" I warned, no response. I sighed, knocking on the door in hope she'd open it but to no avail. I backed away from the door and prepared myself, cracking my knuckles. I then charged at the door but immediately felt the cold marble floor of the pantry against my face, not hitting the wooden door. I winced and turned to lay on my back instead of face down on the floor to see Jenna looking down at me with a cereal box in hand.
"You fell that hard for me, eh?" She laughed, her mouth filled with fruit loops.
"You're annoying," I hissed, struggling to get off of the floor, snatching the fruit loops box from her and taking a few for myself.
"Hey! I'm not done with that!" She yelled after me, trying to snatch it back, but all I had to do was hold it up in the air, and it was basically impossible for her to reach.
"Or what?" I cackled, shoving the handful of fruit loops into my mouth as I scouted for an Advil bottle inside one of my cupboards. I swiped it off the top shelf, but before I could hand it to her, I was swept off my feet from a leg tripping it and landed face flat on the floor again, both the cereal box and the Advil bottle being snatched from my hands.
"Or you'd fall; again." She answered, laughing as she walked away with both the objects and sat back on the sofa. I groaned loudly, feeling the stinging pain in my cheekbone as I grazed it softly, wincing at the pain.
"Asshole!" I shouted.
"Idiot!" She shouted back.
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Romance❝ 𝐢𝐟 𝐈 𝐡𝐚𝐝 𝐡𝐞𝐫, 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐜𝐚𝐧 𝐡𝐚𝐯𝐞 𝐡𝐞𝐫, 𝐦𝐚𝐧, 𝐢𝐭 𝐝𝐨𝐧'𝐭 𝐦𝐚𝐭𝐭𝐞𝐫. 𝐈'𝐦 𝐧𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐫 𝐬𝐨𝐮𝐫, 𝐈'𝐦 𝐣𝐮𝐬𝐭 𝐬𝐦𝐨𝐤𝐢𝐧' 𝐬𝐨𝐦𝐞𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐧' 𝐦𝐮𝐜𝐡 𝐥𝐨𝐮𝐝𝐞𝐫. ❞ First impressions aren't Jenna's strong suit. Her ego get...