intense jenna ortega imagines for my girlies

third wheel pt. 4

I turned my head just slightly and even in the darkness, I could tell how close she was now. But Jenna didn't move away. If anything, she seemed to be watching me, waiting for some sort of reaction. My breath was uneven, but I forced myself to speak.

"What... what do you mean?" I finally asked, my voice quieter than I intended.

I felt her shift again, the bed creaking slightly under the movement. Then, her voice, just as soft as before, but this time there was something almost playful beneath it.

"I mean exactly what I just said," she murmured. "He knew. Maybe even before I did."

I stared at her, my mind racing, but before I could make sense of anything, she kept going.

"I think that's why he hated you being around us so much, even after dinner," she continued. "He saw it."

I swallowed hard. "Saw what?"

She huffed a quiet laugh, as if she couldn't believe I was making her spell it out. Then, she leaned in just the slightest bit more, her breath tickling my skin.

"That I was more interested in you than in him."

I stopped breathing.

Everything in me locked up, my heart slamming against my ribs. My hands gripped the blanket, my brain scrambling for any kind of response, but nothing came.

Jenna let the silence hang for a moment before she spoke again.

"You really didn't notice?"

I shook my head before realizing I hadn't actually said anything, so I forced out a nervous, "No," almost like an exhale.

She let out a soft hum, like she found that interesting and then, I felt the faintest brush of her fingers against my wrist under the covers.

I nearly jolted.

It wasn't much, just the slightest touch, but it sent my pulse into overdrive.

"Hmm," she mused. "You're incredibly cute when you're flustered."

I squeezed my eyes shut for a second, willing myself to stay composed, but I could already feel the heat creeping up my neck.

"I'm not flustered," I said, but the way my voice wavered immediately betrayed me.

She let out a quiet chuckle, as she was still dangerously close. My brain felt like it was short-circuiting, so I did the only thing I could think of—I subtly pinched my arm under the covers, trying to convince myself this wasn't some dream I conjured up in my hazy mind.

Nope. Still here. Still real.

I forced myself to pull it together. "I just—" I exhaled sharply, running a hand over my face. "Are you messing with me?"

Jenna tilted her head slightly, her eyes gleaming even in the dim light. "Do I seem like I'm messing with you?"

I opened my mouth, then closed it. I had no idea how to answer that.

She studied me for a second longer, then a smirk tugged at the corner of her lips. "You really pinched yourself just now?"

I clenched my jaw. "No."

Her smirk widened. "Liar."

I groaned, turning onto my back to stare at the ceiling, trying to gather my thoughts, but that only made things worse, because now I was hyper-aware of the fact that Jenna was still lying next to me, watching me, completely at ease while I was unraveling.

"Okay," I finally muttered. "Maybe I'm a little flustered."

Jenna hummed, satisfied. "I know."

I sighed, rubbing my temples. "You're really enjoying this, aren't you?"