Eyes Don't Lie ✩ Jenna Ortega (G!P)

VI

| Y/N's POV |

I rolled over in bed as I felt a headache pounding in my head causing me to wince at the sudden pain. "Pills, water." I hear Jenna shortly say as she set down a water bottle and two Ibuprofen pills beside it on the table by her bed.

Long story short, I was drunk and in need of comfort last night but since Jenna was the only one who also lived in the same hotel as me, I came here. I didn't think she'd help but she did and kept her distance at the same time while taking care of me. I'm pretty sure I passed out during the movie she turned on for me where I collapsed onto her lap and now somehow, I'm waking up on her side of the bed.

I groaned as I swallowed the pain medicine before rushing up and slouching over Jenna's toilet as I began to hurl. I felt the sudden presence of Jenna beside me — kneeling down to hold my hair back as I puked up the alcohol from last night. No more drinking... I probably won't obey that.

"I got you." Jenna whispered - mostly to herself but I heard her - she rubbed my back while making sure I got everything out of my system. "Come on." The slightly older girl helped guide me back to bed where I immediately fell back on it. "Now, why the hell did you come here?"

"I already told you. I had nowhere else to go." I propped myself on my elbows, looking at her with tired eyes.

Jenna sighed and ran her hand through her hair. "Yeah, your drunk ass was this close to puking on my shit." Great, the bitch is back. "What even happened for you to come here of all places?"

Should I tell her? No, no she still seems like a bitch. "Doesn't matter." I sniffle as I rub my eyes tiredly, grabbing my coat and shoes that were set by the door. "You hate me so I'll be out of your hair, thanks for letting me stay and helping me."

Before Jenna could get another word out, I had already slammed the door to her hotel room and went across the way to mine. I lazily unlocked the door and stumbled inside — still too tired to start my Saturday this early in the morning.

I just collapsed back down in bed, I could feel my headache knocking around my head, it was agonizing. Fuck hangovers. I still can't get the words my father had yelled over the phone last night out of my head, they were stuck there. I don't have a reasonable explanation as to why I wanted Jenna to specifically help me, maybe I wanted to see if she had a good heart under all that bitchiness, but I'm guessing I was wrong.

I suddenly heard a knock at my door around a half hour later. I groaned uncontrollably as I stumbled out of bed reluctantly and waddled to the front door. I was only wearing an oversized shirt with my underwear and bra on underneath, no pants though. I threw the door open and shockingly saw Jenna standing there with two coffees in her hands as well as a bag of McDonald's.

"Hangovers are shitty, thought you'd be hungry." She offered and I instinctively tugged my shirt a little further down my body to hide my thighs that were exposed to the actress. She must've noticed my movements but her eyes never moved from mine. "I can wait here till you get pants on or just give you the food and leave."

"Uh." Wow, I guess little miss bitch can be nice. I leave the door cracked open — not giving her a verbal response as I walked to my suitcase a grabbed some basketball shorts — slipping them on I went back over to the door and opened it further up to allow Jenna inside.

The slightly shorter girl walked through the door and set the food down on a nearby round table. She looked around for a moment. "Your room is a little different from mine." Jenna shrugged before separating our food. "To be honest, I don't fucking know you or what you like so I just got you two sausage biscuits and you got hash browns too so..." Jenna pursed her lips as she finished her slight rant.

"Jenna Ortega being nice? That's new." I muttered as I gratefully took the sandwiches, opening one of them and taking a bite of the savoring flavor that invaded my senses. I saw Jenna hesitate for a moment before chuckling with a shake of her head. She soon sat down beside me, biting into her hash brown.

"You could say that." She mumbled back and sipped her coffee. "I guess you could say I overreacted a little... just a little... when I poured the water over your head."

"A little?" I furrow my brows in playful anger, I wasn't actually mad — I simply wished to tease the stubborn girl.

Jenna groaned and threw her hands up, I could tell she was trying not to smile. "Whatever. Look, all I'm saying is I'm sorry I didn't hear you out and overreacted. That was on me." Her apology seemed sincere and it made me smile.

"All is forgiven." I whispered, the corners of Jenna's mouth pulled upward into a smile. "Although one day, I will get a little payback and splash water on you." I smirked mischievously when Jenna feigned fear.

"I look forward to it." We tapped the tips of our coffee cups together with a smile on our faces. This felt nice, it felt a lot more relieving to talk to Jenna without anger.