Stay Away From My Friends (Jenna McDougall and Vic Fuentes)

Chapter 5

Kellin thinks I'm insane when I tell him to drop me off at Jenna's house. He doesn't believe anything I'm saying is true. Oli doesn't either.

"If it is true, you're a dead man," he said earlier, referring to what Ronnie will do to me.

"I'll worry about that later," I had said back.

I gave Kellin the address and be brought me there, still not believing. Whatever, I don't need him to.

I get out and say a thank you then head to the front door. They drive off. God knows what they do once they get rid of me after school. Sometimes I feel like a third wheel. No big deal, though. I love them, they love me.

I knock on the door, hoping this will go well.

A large man answers the door.

"Can I help you?" he grunts.

"I, uh, I'm here for Jenna," I stutter.

He raises an eyebrow. "You her boyfriend?"

"Uh, no sir."

"Damn," he mutters. "You look nicer than that Ronnie kid."

I don't really know how to respond to that. He's staring me up and down, as if inspecting me. It feels like he can see right through me.

"I'm Vic," I say after a few moments of awkward silence. "I'm here to work on a project."

"Why didn't you say so? Come on in."

I walk in just as Jenna runs downstairs.

"Sorry, I was in the bathroom," she looks at the man. "You didn't scare him, did you dad?"

Her dad (I should've known) shrugs. "Maybe."

She groans. "I'm sorry Vic."

I give a small smile. "It's fine. My brother's worse."

Jenna's dad looks at her. "See? I'm not the worst there is."

"I doubt it," she mutters. "Come on Vic."

She turns and leads me upstairs. She opens a door at the end of the hall, bringing us into her room.

I look around at the scenery. Her walls are purple, with a few posters hanging. The Used, All Time Low, Alter Bridge, all bands I love.

"Nice posters," I say.

She looks at me. "You like them?"

I nod.

"Awesome."

I keep looking around. There's a desk in the corner by a window. Old journals are stacked on it.

"What are in those?" I ask.

She blushes, looking kind of embarrassed. "Uh. Song lyrics."

I look at her. "You write songs?"

She nods.

"Me too."

She looks up at me, happy and relieved. "That's awesome. I've never met another songwriter. Everyone says I'm really pretentious for it," she looks down.

"That's not true," I say. "It's a talent. It's an activity, like football and cheerleading. If you ask me, those are way more pretentious."

Jenna gives me a small smile. "So I'm still pretentious?"

"I- I didn't mean- uh," I can't get out any words.

She laughs. "I'm just messing with you dude."