intense jenna ortega imagines for my girlies

crazy ex

SMUT WARNING

I was seated at the bar, swirling my glass of scotch around making small talk with the girl I was on a date with. We were chatting away, enjoying each other's company and she really seemed like an interesting person. I could even imagine myself, going on more than just one date with her. I missed this feeling of just being happy and content with my life and sharing that with someone else. After a while, she excused herself to the bathroom and I was left alone with my thoughts. I scanned the bar, taking in all the decorations and the soft hum of conversations around me. I took another sip of my drink and as I glanced up again, scanning the room, my eyes met an all too familiar face..my ex.

She was seated in a cozy lounge area, laughing and talking with some friends. Our eyes met, and I felt a pang of anxiety as she looked directly at me. And then, to my horror, she excused herself from her friends and started making her way towards me. My heart sank as I heard her footsteps approaching, the sound of her heels clicking against the floor growing louder and louder as she closed the distance between us. I forced myself to keep my eyes trained on my drink, hoping that if I didn't acknowledge her presence, she would simply continue towards the restroom and leave me alone. But unfortunately, my hopes were quickly dashed as I felt her warm breath on my neck as she loomed behind me. My grip on the glass of scotch tightened and I took a shaky sip, trying to steady my nerves. Finally, I forced myself to look up, meeting her gaze in the reflection of the bar mirror. Her eyes locked on mine in the mirror and I could see the anger simmering behind her smile. It was an expression I knew all too well from our past relationship - a dangerous mix of concealed rage and false politeness.

Reluctantly, I turned around to face her, bracing myself for the inevitable confrontation. I force myself to meet her gaze, trying to keep my expression as neutral as possible, despite the anxiety coursing through me. Her voice was calm, almost pleasant, but there was a dangerous undertone to it. "Long time no see huh? So this is what you're doing now. Going out on a date with some random girl", she said, her smile never wavering from her face. I took a deep breath, trying to steady my voice. „ I don't think it's any of your business who I choose to spend time with", I said firmly. „Leave the girl alone." Her smile faltered for just a moment at my audacity, but then it returned even wider. „Oh, is she special to you already?" Her eyes fixated on mine, her gaze unwavering and intense. I tried to maintain my composure, but it was really difficult to avoid her piercing gaze. „I don't have to explain anything to you and whether she is special to me or not, is none of your concern", my voice growing more assertive.

I could see the flicker of anger in her eyes at my refusal to engage, but I knew I had to cut this conversation short, before my date returned from the restroom. I shuddered at the thought of my ex confronting my date. I knew all too well, how far she was willing to go if she was angry and I definitely didn't want my date to be on the receiving end of that anger. Especially because she was a kind and gentle person who had no idea about the psycho I used to date...

I took another deep breath and cleared my throat. „Look I need to end this conversation. She will be back from the restroom any minute and I don't want her to witness this." I made a subtle gesture, trying to signal that she should move on and leave me alone. And to my own surprise, she just did. She walked off without any further comments. I let out a deep sigh and took another sip of my scotch.

After I waited a couple more minutes, it hit me like a ton of bricks - my date was still in the restroom and my ex was nowhere to be seen. I quickly made my way over to her friends and asked them if they knew where Jenna was. And they confirmed my suspicion, Jenna just went to the restroom... Panic surged through me, as I realized the potential for disaster. „No, no, no..", I muttered to myself, my mind racing with worst-case scenarios. I couldn't just sit back and wait for it to happen, so I quickly made my way over to the restroom. I was taken aback when the bathroom door slammed open and my date came rushing out, tears streaming down her face. I called her name, but without a word she pushed past me and bolted out of the bar, disappearing into the night.