Eyes Don't Lie ✩ Jenna Ortega (G!P)

XV

| Jenna's POV |

"You should see how you look right now." I giggled when Y/N walked towards me after the scene where her character, Delilah, was stabbed in the stomach, blood was thrown everywhere on her.

"Oh hush, you'll look like this soon enough." She smirked at me and pressed a finger to my chest, her face inching closer to mine.

Before I could say anything, Mindy peers out from behind us. "Alright, back it up, lovebirds." She's been nonstop teasing us for the past couple weeks ever since Y/N and I have showed more affection towards one another. "Mason is inviting us out to a bar, are we all going?"

"Yeah, sure." Y/N answers for the both of us — her hands glide across my shoulders ever so casually, but it sent shivers down my spine.

"Great! Melissa will drive all the girls over so meet outside the studio at 6." Mindy finished her instructions and shot us a smile before walking off with Devyn.

"A bar?" I raised my eyebrow at her with a small smirk. "Remember what happened last time we went to a bar?"

"I got drunk off my ass and came to your hotel room crying." Y/N plopped down in my lap — my eyes widened a bit at the unexpected action. "Yes, I remember, Ortega."

"Just checking." I smiled nervously and shook off the nerves I was feeling. Y/N smiled back at me before grabbing my hand and dragging me to her trailer. We had about 2 hours before it was time to go to the bar with the rest of the cast.

"It'll take me the whole 2 hours to figure out what to wear." Y/N states as we walk through the door — she pushes me onto her bed and I sit on the edge of it. My eyes are trained on her as she sits in front of her vanity mirror, eyeing the clothes in her closet. "I wanna look hot, but not too hot to think the people at the bar have a chance. I feel like flirting tonight."

An unknown feeling of anger rushed through me when she says that. She stands up and grabs a very short, leather skirt. "Hell no." I grumbled and Y/N immediately looks at me.

"What? You don't like it?" She bats her eyes at me innocently. Girl, I will fuck some- nevermind.

"It's pretty short." I mumble with my arms crossed, trying to keep my cool. I'm known to have a pretty short temper so I can't see this ending well if she wants to keep pushing my buttons.

"That's the point, dork. To get everyone's attention." Y/N smirks at me before turning around, the leather skirt being put back in her closet. "But,'if you insist it's too short, then it's too short."

What fucking game is she playing?

"Mhm, so what will you where?" The low tone in my voice is a bit menacing. I can't help it.

Y/N lets out a hum before squealing a little when she grabs this thin, red sparkly dress. It had a huge slit on the side that would go all the way up her thigh, and there wasn't much chest coverage so her cleavage would be pretty much out there.

Fuck no.

"N-" Before I could even say another syllable, Y/N is already spinning around with the dress.

"I'm going to wear this and then ask Liana to do my hair." I watched Y/N rush to her bathroom to change into the dress. I glanced at the trailer door and sighed to myself — I wanted to leave so bad, but half of me didn't want to. I wanted to stay and see just how beautiful Y/N will look with that dress. But that other half of me knows I might end up getting hurt when she ignores me for the night to flirt with other people.

I'm pulled out of my thoughts when Y/N places a finger under my chin, forcing my attention on her. She's bending over a little to look at me and I can't help it when my eyes wander down to her chest.

"Thoughts?" She smiled a bit as she let my chin go — the girl spun around before stopping. The dress flowed perfectly with her movements, it complimented her skin tone and her perfect eyes. It was just... perfect.

My eyes certainly weren't lying when I found it to be gorgeous.

"You look beautiful."'I whispered softly. Y/N looks at me for a moment, she looks like she wants to say something but is interrupted when Liana walks through the door with hair supplies.

I take that as my cue to go and get ready myself. With one last look at Y/N and her beauty, my feet pick themselves up and I mindlessly walk to my trailer. I looked like a sad puppy kicked to the road.

And maybe that's what I was. Maybe I was just... a fling.