intense jenna ortega imagines for my girlies

third wheel

I was perfectly content, curled up on my bed with my sketchbook balanced on my knees, pencil, gliding smoothly over the page. The quiet hum of my playlist filled the room and for once I felt at peace.

Then, my door burst open.

"Jesus Christ, can you knock?" I snapped, jerking my pencil across the page and ruining the shading of my drawing.

My brother, Ethan—because of course he wouldn't knock—stood in my doorway, arms crossed, his face twisted into that self-important scowl he always wore when he was about to tell me what to do.

" You need to clean up your room," he announced.

I blinked at him. "No, I don't."

"Yes, yes you do," he said through gritted teeth. "Jenna is coming over tonight."

"Cool," I muttered, already going back to my drawing. I didn't know who the hell Jenna was and I didn't care honestly.

Ethan groaned, stepping fully into my room. "No, not cool Y/n. This is important. I want everything to be perfect, so get off your ass and clean your fucking room."

I rolled my eyes, getting pissed off. "My room is fine, Ethan."

I glanced around. Sure, there were a few stray clothes on the floor, some empty water bottles on my nightstand and my desk was a mess of sketches and pens, but it wasn't that bad.

"It's my room," I said flatly.

Ethan stepped closer, his face tight with irritation. "You are not messing this up for me. Jenna is—she's important, okay? I don't need her thinking my little sister is some lazy slob who lives in filth."

The way he said it, like I was some embarrassing secret he had to hide, made my stomach twist.

"Wow," I said, voice dripping with sarcasm. "Love you too, big bro."

"Just clean it," he snapped. "Now!"

I glared at him, jaw clenched, but he didn't move. He was really going to stand there until I did it. With an exasperated sigh, I shoved my sketchbook aside, got up and began to halfheartedly picking up some of my clothes.

"See? Not so hard," Ethan muttered before stomping out.

I resisted the urge to throw my sketchbook at him.

A couple hours later, I was sprawled out on my bed, just existing, as my obnoxious brother screamed down the hallway.

"She's coming in 10 minutes. So, GET YOUR ASS UP!"

"Can you STOP SCREAMING MAYBE?" I yelled back in anger, clenching my fists.

"Just do it already and wear something normal," he retorted, a little less loud.

I rubbed my face, groaning in annoyance. Something normal. Fuck you, you jerk. With normal, he meant something not gay. Something that wouldn't scream lesbian, but unfortunately for him, I didn't own something normal. So instead, I just changed into the baggiest jeans I got, threw on an oversized white sweatshirt and topped it off with a grey and black checkered beanie.

I looked at my reflection in the mirror with a satisfied smirk. He will hate this. Perfect. And since she still wasn't here, I plopped down on my bed again, scrolling mindlessly through my phone.

Moments later, I heard the doorbell ring, indicating that his super important girlfriend had arrived.

"This girl should at least be able to cure cancer for all that shit I had to endure because of her," I mumbled to myself, before I hoisted myself up from my bed. I could hear faint talking from downstairs as I stood behind my door. I took another deep breath, mentally preparing myself for a shitty evening, before I opened my door.

I lazily walked down the stairs, not paying attention to the steps, when I suddenly slipped on my oversized jeans, basically face planting in front of the two.

This has to be a joke.

I cursed under my breath, immediately propping myself up onto my arms, embarrassment washing over me. My brother was already laughing his ass off, but then a soft voice cut through his stupid giggle.

"Omg, are you alright? Are you hurt?"

I stood quickly, smoothing my jeans, before finally lifting my gaze. And then I saw the most beautiful woman I had ever laid eyes on. She had big, stunning brown eyes and long, dark wavy hair that framed her face perfectly. She was wearing a black dress with some dark tights and freckles danced across her face. Wait, so I know her from somewhere? But the worried look on her face, snapped me back to reality.

"Uh- yeah, I'm alright. No worries," I quickly replied, my cheeks heating. "I'm Y/n, really nice to meet you," I then added, trying to keep my voice steady. I extended my hand and our eyes locked. A small smile played on her lips.

She took my hand and I immediately took notice of how soft they were.

"I'm Jenna and the pleasure is all mine Y/n." Her voice was sweet and polite, but laced with something else I couldn't quite decipher.

After my embarrassing stunt, we all continued to the living room, sitting down on the two couches, facing each other. My brother had already prepared some glasses and drinks, well just two bottles of wine. Great.

Sober, he was a jerk. Annoying, demanding, a hypocrite and the list goes on. But drunk..., he was an absolute maniac. Alcohol only fueled his rising anger issues, especially against me and it made him even more annoying than he already was.

But my plans, to make that dinner as weird as possible for him, had abruptly changed. And only because of that beautiful woman that sat beside him.

He had already poured her and himself a glass of wine, excluding me of course, but not because I wasn't allowed to drink yet, no. Only to show me my place probably, to show that he was older and better than me. But I couldn't care less honestly. He handed her a glass, but before he could clink his against it, she pulled away slightly, looking at me.

"What about you, Y/n? Don't tell me you don't drink," she asked, tilting her head slightly.

Of course my brother quickly answered for me, saying that I in fact don't drink.

"Oh, I don't?" I echoed, turning to my brother with wide eyes. "Weird. Pretty sure I did last weekend. And the one before too."

Jenna let out a quiet laugh, but I barely glanced at her, mostly because if I did, I might actually forget how to form words. My brother however, was less amused.

He shot me a warning look, the kind that said don't embarrass me, but I just kept my smirk steady, waiting.

Before he could come up with some patronizing comeback, Jenna reached for the bottle and poured a small amount into my empty glass, sliding it toward me without a word.

I hesitated. Not because I didn't want the wine, but because her fingers had just brushed mine for half a second and somehow, that was enough to make my brain short-circuit. This and the fact that I couldn't shake the feeling that I knew her from somewhere.. But her soft voice snapped me out of my thoughts.

"If you want one of course," she said lightly, an amused look on her face.

I nodded quickly, gripping the glass with a small smile. "Uh yeah, thank you."

My voice came out softer than I intended—almost careful. Jenna's eyes flickered toward me, just briefly, before she lifted her own glass.

My brother cleared his throat, clearly irritated at the shift in attention. "To a good evening," he said pointedly.

We clinked glasses and I took a sip, focusing way too hard on the taste of the wine instead of the fact that Jenna had looked at me again.