How To Loose A Wentz In Ten Days (Or Less)

Chapter Five

Jennifer

"Frank!" I shouted as soon as he answered the phone.

"Hey Jen, what up? Long time no hear. You're one hard girl to get hold of lately." Frank replied.

I grimaced at his reply, inspecting my nails as I ask him. "You still owe me a favor, right?" 

He chuckled, "I thought this call was too good to be true." he replied.

"Come on, Frankie... Don't be like that." I teased. "I need someone to help me. I'm supposed to get Pete to fall for me... Then loose him in ten days." I explained.

He burst out into a fit of laughter before finally answering me. "You want to do what?! Dude, you know that guy has had his eye on you for like - forever. Since you guys broke up back then - he's never really been the same whenever he saw you. It's gonna be hard as hell, but hey - I'd help wherever I can."

I exhaled loudly, wiping the forming sweat droplets from my face. "Thank you so much - I owe you big time." I thanked him.

"You owe me nothing yet. So, how do you plan on making Pete 'hate to love you?'" he asked mischievously. I could imagine Frank leaning back in his chair with a smug grin on his face. He loved trouble - especially helping me with it. 

"I've made a list - one or two things a day." I started. "Number one - Never say "I love you," "please," or "thank you." Don't show him that you appreciate him in any meaningful way. In fact, don't acknowledge any nice thing he does for you. Men want to be acknowledged by their girlfriends, and when they stop getting that acknowledgement, they start looking for other options."

"That's a bit harsh, don't you think?" he asked with a chuckle. "But, hey - whatever floats your goat, Jen."

"He's probably gonna take me out tonight. I'll let you know how it goes down, ok?" 

"I'll be right here, waiting for all the juicy details and awaiting my cue." he purred.

"Thank Oreo-" I teased, smiling at my desk.

"You know, it really grinds my shit when someone calls me that - but I kinda like it when you do it. Check you later, Jen."

"Laters." I replied, ending the call. 

To be honest - I really felt bad for doing this to him. I really liked Pete. I've been dying to tell him how much I've missed him, but then again - I always thought I'd be nothing more than a line in his songs he wrote.

***

I decided to have a quick shower after putting on my coffee machine. I was in desperate need of a good Latte and some down time - but as always, that wasn't going to happen. My doorbell chimed as I emerged from the bathroom, ringing repeatedly as someone pressed it. I towel dried my hair and opened the door - staring at Pete with the wet towel still in hand... my hair an absolute mess.

"Hey." I greeted him, trying to keep a straight face.

"Hey gorgeous. I bought you some of these. Don't judge. I know I haven't done this in the past - although you kinda did hint on it." he said, cracking a shy smile as he held out the most beautiful bunch of red and white daisies. My favorite. Oh god, I'm going straight to hell for this.

"Oh, ok-" I answered, shrugging as I took the flowers from him, placing them in the sink with some water. I leaned on the sink as I watched the water flow onto the flowers.

He frowned, feeling slightly hurt when I didn't thank him. "You ok, Jen?" he asked, walking up to me and hugging me closer to him, leaning in to kiss my cheek.

I faked a smile, dodging his kiss. "I just made some fresh coffee - would you like some?" I asked politely. He looked even more confused as I've ever seen him before in my life, loosening his grip on me as he walked over to my island counter. He looked hurt as he flopped down on the chair.

"You know Jen - I really hope your ok. I hate seeing you like this." I shut my eyes, holding back tears. When this is all over and I've crushed him into a million pieces, I'd have to crawl on all fours before he'd ever even look at me again.

"I'm fine, really Peter." I love you. 

He gave me a weak smile and raised his cup in the air. "If you say so. I was planning on asking you out to dinner... you know - if you're in the mood." he added hesitantly.

"Sure, just let me get dressed. I'll be back in a sec." Oh my god, can I feel any worse about this whole thing right now. For once in my life - Pete was actually trying to keep me happy and I was screwing it up to keep the loyalty of my band. 

Decisions, decisions...