Jenna (IN EDITING)

Chapter Thirty-Seven

"It's been like this for a month and a half now, I'm worried about my little grand daughter. Kathleen please try to get her out of this faze!" Nana begged Kathleen and Jean from outside the living room door.

It's been a month and a half.

A month and a half without Alex.

"We'll try our best, Bernice, but no promises!" Kathleen entered the living room with a surprised look on her face.

I knew what I looked like. I haven't moved from this spot except for school, even though I didn't change out my baggy outfits most of the time. I was in a baggy hoodie that was so big you could fit Kathleen and Jean in with me, and it hid the fact I was a girl. I wasn't wearing makeup, I didn't do my hair. Everything was natural. I was my natural self pigging out on hoof prints ice cream from the container with a spoon. I craved ice cream lately, Nana blamed it on the breakup. I blamed it on the fact food became my new boyfriend.

"Hey love, how are you?" Kathleen sat by me and began to pet my hair.

"Hungry! I must of gained ten pounds since November," I scooped up a spoonful of ice cream and shoved it in my mouth. The best part about ice cream because no matter what it melted for you.

"Okay that's it, we're giving you a total makeover," Kathleen stole my ice cream and put the lid on.

"Kathleen, give it back that's like stealing my blood!" I attempted to grab it back but she held it out of my reach.

"No more sulking, it's Christmas break! We're going to give you a makeover and bring you to a party. That's how Jean met her new boyfriend," Kathleen explained. "I honestly always hated Jacob. Sorry Jean."

"No hard feelings, I realized he was a jerk when he demanded I stay away from you two," Jean smiled. "But Andrew is much cuter anyways!" Her smile actually sparkled.

"Lucky you!" I rejoiced. "Can I have my ice cream back now?"

"Not yet," Kathleen got up and handed my Nana the ice cream container and my heart fell. "We're giving you a make over, don't you remember me saying that?"

"Fine, but I don't want a new boyfriend and no parties. You know what the last one ended in," I sighed. "Forced love and a heart break."

"Forget about him, tonight it's just about us! You spent Christmas Day on your butt, now it's time for you get up on the go before your grandmother leaves for New York to visit your aunt," Kathleen jumped in front of me. She was wearing her favorite Vanilla perfume, and I could smell it instantly. "Now off with this hoodie!" She pulled on my sleeves.

I pulled her close and leaned by her ear. "Could we not in the living room in the view of Nana? For reasons? Let's go into my room!" I let go and I think Kathleen understood because we ran to my room.

"Did you do what I think you did?" Kathleen asked me. Before I could even answer Jean hauled up my sleeve to reveal my old cuts. Reddish lines that have healed.

"I'm sorry," I cried. "I got scared! I didn't know what else to do!"

"It's okay, Jenna, seriously. We all fall sometimes, differently from each other. I don't think any lower of you," Jean told me, caressing my red marks. "We just got to pick ourselves up sometimes and pretend everything is peachy as peaches."

"You're my best friend, ever since Valerie left me to hang out with Katrina, I felt so much closer to you. Please don't this ever again," Kathleen held up her pinky. "Promise?"

"I'll try my best, I promise!" I wrapped my pinky, which of course was huge compared to Kathleen's. "I've been thinking about something lately."

"What?" Jean asked.

"I think she should call Kathleen, Kat!" I told them.

"Uh, why?" Kathleen raised a eyebrow at the fact Jean and I died of laughter.

"Because you imagine cats running around when you're drunk!" I chuckled.

"LET ME LOVE YOU!" Jean mocked Kat's drunk episode on my birthday.

"Fine, I'm Kat. But you're Jen!" Kat announced.

"No, that's what Alex called me. I can't take it ever since he got back together with Katrina, I've been trying to delete him from my memories!" I explained myself. Katrina, oh I hate that child so much it actually hurt.

"What about... I got nothing," Jean frowned.

"Jenna. It's Jenna," I smiled.