Eyes Don't Lie ✩ Jenna Ortega (G!P)

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| Jenna's POV |

I haven't slept much since I had to leave LA again for another movie. I wrapped up filming for my new movie called Finest Kind and soon enough, it'll premier by the end of the year.

But the reason I haven't slept much was because I don't like being away from Y/N for too long. I've kinda grown attached to her and I don't know if that's a bad thing or not, but I've become clingy.

Y/N has been texting me back and forth all morning. My smile never once faded away. She was pretty busy getting ready to launch her own clothing line - which I thought was really cool - so we haven't had the chance to call for a little while.

I'm not complaining about it though, I've been pretty busy myself. And besides, she sends me nonstop cute pics of herself. It's absolutely adorable.

Currently I was watching Do Revenge while kicking back on the couch of my trailer. I munched away on a small bowl of popcorn with a homemade smoothie.

I heard someone suddenly knock on my door which made me let out an unintentional groan. I closed my eyes for a moment before pausing my movie, standing up reluctantly and opening the door.

One of the extras, Leslie, was standing outside with a small plate of sugar cookies on her plate. "Can I help you, Leslie?" I asked in a forced polite tone.

"Just was wondering if I could come in." Leslie shrugged innocently. "Maybe we could hang out have some cookies."

I eyed the cookies warily, her as well. Ever since we started filming, Leslie has always been flirty with me. There were days (before I started dating Y/N) where I would playfully flirt back. It meant absolutely nothing and when I finally got a girlfriend, I told her. She said she understood and backed off.

For 3 days.

"I can't, Leslie." I tried shutting the door but she stuck her foot in the door, stopping it with an awkward chuckle.

"Why not! Your girlfriend isn't even here, I'm sure she lets you have friends over, right?"

I rolled my eyes and pinched the bridge of my nose. "Leslie, no. It doesn't matter if she lets me or not. One; I'm in control of my actions. Two; as long as I inform her then yeah I'm sure that'd be fine. But three; I don't want to hang out with you."

I didn't mean it in a harsh way but oh well.

"We used to flirt and do... stuff. I don't need you trying to do all that again when I've said I have a girlfriend." I expressed in a stressed tone. Before I shut the door, I looked at her one last time. "I'm sorry, Leslie, but please accept that. For my sake and yours." I paused. "And I prefer my girlfriend's oatmeal cookies."

I soon enough shut the door - I didn't slam it or anything - I wanted her to get the message. It's not like she's been trying over and over again, I've only had to tell her one other time. I'm giving her one last chance to just back away otherwise she won't like what Y/N has to say.

And I just know my girl would throw hands.

I sat back down on my couch, resuming the mood as I proceeded to watch it until I ran out of popcorn. I set the empty bowl down and watched as my phone silently lit up with a random number messaging me.

I unlocked my phone and swiped down, reading the message without actually opening it as a just in case. Too many scams going around - it's bullshit.

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Watch your back, Ortega.
Shit is about to go down.

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A/N:
SHORT chapter but I needed to leave it on a suspenseful cliffhanger 😙

(p.s. this is not the plot twist)