How To Loose A Wentz In Ten Days (Or Less)

Chapter Three

Jennifer

I woke up the next morning in an unfamiliar place. I stretched myself out, swinging my legs off the bed. I was wearing an over sized baseball shirt - a Chicago Bulls to be exact. I shrugged the thought off, searching for wherever the coffee smell was coming from. It's not like its the first time I've woken up in random clothes at a random location, but what made it worse is what I saw when I walked past the mirror. I backed up again slowly, turning my back to it. Wentz. It was Pete's Chicago Bulls jersey. I panicked. What happened and what did I do? My words were barely cold when Pete waltzed into the room with two mugs of steaming coffee - shirtless... in his boxers.

"Did I?" I asked, staring at him a bit longer than I should, making him smirk in response. "Did we?" I continued, motioning between us.

"Good morning, Jen. Number one - although I really wanted to - no. We didn't sleep together. Number two - I was tempted - but no. I didn't sleep with you." he chuckled, handing me my cup. "So. How did you sleep?" he asked politely. Still the Peter I used to know. 

"I slept pretty good." I answered, nodding my head. "Just... cold."

"When are you guys leaving?" Pete asked, motioning me to follow him. He stayed in the deluxe suite at some fancy hotel - that much I noticed as he led me to the luscious white lounge suite, patting the seat beside him. I sat down, the shirt riding up my leg. I scrambled to pull it back down as I heard him snicker. "Nothing I haven't seen before, Jen. Why the modesty?"

"20 Questions?" I snapped at him, breathing deeply to control my super short temper. "We're leaving tomorrow, but I can stay if you'd like. And. I'm not modest. I'm just... you know. I don't know if you have a-" I stammered, probably turning crimson already.

"You're blushing." he grimaced, pulling me closer to him. "And no - I don't have a plus one at the moment." he whispered into my ear, his mouth brushing against my ear.

I decided I'd play his game. I needed to - especially if I wanted to do what the rest of The Strings asked me to. I smirked at him, climbing onto his lap, spreading myself across his legs. He instinctively gripped my hips, keeping me in place. "It's just a shame I have a 'no dating my ex'es policy." I whispered against his lips. He smirked, lunging forward - catching my bottom lip between his teeth, smacking my ass.

"It's just a shame I want a second chance." he hinted, drawing me closer to him.

"Will you drop me again? Just to prove a point?" I asked, raising a brow.

"No." he added, looking down. "I was young. Naive. Stupid. If I'd known what I knew now - I'd never let you go."

I wasn't sure if he was serious of screwing with my feelings. I wiped my hair out of my face, slowly leaning in to him - softly pressing my lips against his. I've never gotten over him. Knowing he actually might want me back, makes me second guess doing this. He kissed me back, prying my mouth for more access. I granted it eagerly. It was pure bliss, feeling his hands map their way around my body as I held his head in place, deepening our kiss. I didn't want this to stop. After tomorrow - I probably won't see him for a while. I wanted more - needed more. I broke the kiss, gasping for air as he looked at me with one of his ridiculous grins plastered on his face.

"You don't get much, do you?" I joked with him. For the first time in my life - I swear I saw Pete blush. "When are you heading home?" I asked, shakily getting to my feet.

"Next week Friday. We're just taking a bit of a time out to unwind. New York sounded legit." he admitted, stroking his lips as he shook his head. "You know - you're still one of the best kissers I've ever met."

"Shut up, Wentz." I joked, pushing him back before making my way back to the room. "I'm gonna shower. Don't you dare follow me."

"Yes ma'am, wouldn't dream of doing that." he answered, turning on the tv.

***

"You, me - Starbucks." I said to Pete, tossing him his rental car keys as soon as he emerged from the room. "Now."

"When did you become so bossy?" he asked, frowning at me as he caught the keys mid air.

I shrugged, grabbing my phone and purse on the way out. "Come on slowpoke."

He shook his head, pushing me out the door and locking it behind us.

We drove into Broadway, struggling to find a parking spot - as usual. We finally decided to park further down and walk the rest of the way there.

"You know this is gonna be all over the tabloids?" I whispered to him as we took our seat inside.

"And your point being?" he answered nonchalantly.

"You wan't them to see us together?" I whisper shouted as the waiter appeared, doing her best not to freak out. She had two bangles on her left arm - ironically FOB and 16 STRNGS. I smiled sweetly at her, making her blush. "Two Caramel Macchiatos will be fine." I said, before she could hand us a menu. She dotted it down, smiling brightly before making her way to the bar.

"Put it in disposables. We'll sign em for you." Pete shouted after her. She froze, mouthing 'for real' as Pete nodded at her. "It's the least I could do." Pete said, toying with his car keys.

"You are such a softy." I joked, smiling at him.

"Guess Trick's rubbing off on me." he added with a grimace.

We drank our coffees, signed our cups and gave it to her, thanking her for being a fan of both our bands. "Are you kidding me? You're like my favorite ship right now." she said smiling at us in awe. "I still can't believe you're actually talking to me. I can't believe I'm actually talking to you. I can't believe I haven't passed out yet." she joked, smiling awkwardly at us.

"So... just for interest sake - what do they call us? Pete and I." I asked, curiously looking at Pete.

"Jentz. That's what I call you guys. It's either that or Lorwentz. Stupid, I know." she answered cringing at the thought.

"As long as it tops Peterick - you can call it whatever you'd like sweety." Pete admitted, winking at her before taking my hand in his. "Enjoy the rest of your day."

"Wait a sec..." she gasped. "Are you two like... together together?" she asked.

Pete stared down at me, biting his lip as he gave me his signature smirk.

"I guess we are." I admitted, mischievously smiling back at him.