𝙗𝙚𝙝𝙞𝙣𝙙 𝙩𝙝𝙚 𝙨𝙘𝙚𝙣𝙚𝙨 | Jenna Ortega x Fem Oc!

Chapter 34 || Cat and Mouse

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Alexander's POV:

Crying for more then an hour for two days in a row was not on my bucket list.

It was hard to get up from my couch, let alone get out of my house, but I managed to arrive at my destination. Barely.

"Can I come in?" My breath was shaky, and my eyes were probably incredibly red, but I didn't know who else to turn to.

The last time I dumped my feelings to her, she helped me in her own, amazing way that she does whenever she talks to people. Honestly it feels like she has some sort of magical essence.

I feel rude for intruding but-

"Of course." Emma replied in a mutter, her eyes slightly wide at the sight of me, confirming that I did look like I just slept in a dumpster.

I smile weakly as a thank you, before making my way inside.

We sat out on Emma's backyard, both gazing up at the clouds.

My hands were rested on my stomach, Emma's behind her head.

The only sounds you could hear were the slight chirping of birds, and a slight breeze that ran through the trees and tickled my skin.

"When are you going to tell me what's wrong?" Emma mutters.

"Nothing's wrong." I lie.

She sighs, "Come on, please." I feel her slightly turn her head to me, my eyes still focused on the clouds slowly moving in the sky. If you focus hard enough, you can see them traveling, you know?

I breathe slowly, feeling my chest rise up and down. I want to tell her what's wrong, I do. I want to spill my guts out to her. But it's not just Georgia I'm afraid of,  even if she doesn't find out, I'm afraid Emma's going to think I'm a horrible person.

I wouldn't blame her, but I can't be that kind of person in front of two of my favorite friends.

I want to cry, but I know I shouldn't. Not in front of Emma.

Instead I ask her something else.

"Do you think it's bad if you don't really know a person?"

Silence again.

"No." She answers.

I turn my head to look to Emma. "How? What if they're keeping some sort of secret from you?"

She let's out a small sigh, this time with thought. Not anger, or impatience. A sigh on a different level of consideration. "If I'm being honest, I don't think you can ever really know a person."

My eyebrows furrow softly, "But.. You know me, and I know you."

"Well, They are definitely parts of you I don't know."

I pout, turning my head back to look at the sky. "No there aren't."

She chuckles lightly, "Sure there are. What about when you're with Jenna in private? Or, when you're on set? I haven't seen that Alexander."

I feel my face soften in disappointment. "That makes me sad."

Emma grins in a type of amused way, "It's not meant to." She looks down to me, "I'm happy with the Alexander I know."

Her words make me contemplate for a moment. Is that how everybody feels? That it's okay to not know a part of someone?

I look up to Emma, my eyes slightly glassy. "Is that Alexander a good person?" I whisper.