All For Fun | Jenna Ortega Imagines

Can You Blame Me (j.o)

In order; cuffs, mugshot, fingerprints, and now:

"You get one, fifteen minute call. Make it count, Ortega." The police officer said, turning his back as the named woman stepped up to the phone booth. She eyed the phone with discomfort. Make it count.

One call. Fifteen minutes IF the call is answered. That required a lot of luck. Luck she didn't have, but would flip a coin nonetheless.

Ortega took a deep breath and unhooked the phone, quickly punching in a number. She put the phone to her ear, twirling the cord around her finger as it rung.

brrr, brrr

brrr, brrr

Ortega closed her eyes, praying the call would connect.

brrr, br— "Uhm, hello, who is this?"

"It's me, Emma."

"J-Jenna?"

"Yes."

"What the hell are you doing calling from jail!?"

Jenna answered short. "Long story."

"Long story?! What the hell do you mean long story?! Tell me wh—"

Slightly frustrated, Jenna talked over her. "Listen, Emma, I don't have a lot of time to explain, okay? Right now, I just need your help."

"Okay." Emma calmed down, "What do you need?"

Jenna hesitated to speak, pulling the phone from her ear. Hesitation was short, recognizing that the clock was running. "I need to make bail. I'd pay it myself but you know my situation. I don't have it."

"No worries. How much is it?"

"Thirty-five hundred."

"Three thousand, five hundred dollars?!" Jenna yanked the phone from her ear again to avoid Emma's screaming. She put the phone to her ear just as Emma ranted, "That's my mortgage and car payment and insurance for a month!"

Jenna closed her eyes. "What the fuck did you do for bail to be that goddamn high?!"

"There's no time to explain. Can you help me or not?"

Emma exhaled. "Yes, of course, but we will be talking about this! That's too big of a number for you to be so dodgey!"

"I know. Now, how soon can you come to the station?"

"Wait, I have to come there? They don't do wires?"

"Wires?" Jenna groaned, pushing her fringe back. "Please tell me you're at home."

"No, I'm doing reshoots in Atlanta until next Friday."

"Fuck! Fuck! FUCK!" Jenna's fist smacked the wall with every 'fuck' she uttered.

"Hey!" The officer shouted, forcing Jenna to stop.

"I'm sorry, Jenna."

In a frustrated yet low panic, Jenna vented. "Emma, I can't wait a week in here. I can't do it. I need to get out tonight. I need to get out right now."

"Is there nobody else you can call?"

"Like who, Emma?" Jenna snapped.

Emma remained quiet as Jenna completely lost her cool. Her breathing teetering a line of worry, fear and irritation. It became wild, irregular; she was hyperventilating. Emma soothed, "Jenna, breathe, please."