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

Chapter Six

I slid into my sexy little black dress and slipped on some black stilettos before applying some red lipstick to top it all off. I grabbed my phone and texted Frank.

Pete's taking me out for dinner - meet me there, track my GPS. XOXO Jen

I barely grabbed my purse before he texted back.

I'm guessing the 'don't say thank you or I love you' thing isn't working. What are you up to this time? :* Oreo

With a grin on my face and biting my lip, I made my way down stairs and texted him one more time before we left.

Kicking it up a notch - skipping 2 for now and heading straight into 3 & 4 - 'When you do talk to him, have nothing to say' & 'Have more fun around other people'. Lets hope it works... *fingers crossed*

Pete smiled brightly when he saw me coming down the stairs, dropping my phone into my purse before meeting up with him. "Let's go." I urged, showing him to lead the way.

"You look amazing-" he breathed, leaning in to pull me to him as he bit his lip. I shimmied out of his way and giggled. He shook his head and ushered me out the door before closing it behind us. We took the elevator down to the garage. I stood as far away from him as I could, keeping my distance - but in a subtle way. He casually leaned to the side and pressed the emergency stop button, stopping the elevator in the middle of nowhere. I swallowed hard as he walked over to me, pressing me up against the railing - breathing down my neck. "What are you trying to prove?" he asked huskily, slowly sliding his hand up my thigh and onto my back - drawing me closer to him. My heart thumped at lightning speed as my breath came in shallow intervals. I tried my best to avoid eye contact as he ran me over with his eyes, his smile taunting me as he leaned in and captivated my mouth. He kissed me - more gentle than he's ever done before... as if he appreciated me more. Like a real - gentleman?

I did my best not to kiss him back and in no time, he pulled away - disappointment filling his face as he walked over to the button and started the elevator again. I couldn't face him, staring in the opposite direction - but I could feel his eyes tracing me... longing for me to be his. I awkwardly smiled back at him in the mirror - slightly breaking rule number seven. The elevator pinged and the door opened. He showed me to go first and I walked over to his orange Lamborghini parked in the middle of nowhere. He opened the door for me and I got in, waiting for him to walk around and get into his side. There was a small box, tied with a silver ribbon on his seat. He opened the door and took it, tossing it onto the back seat before closing his door and starting the ignition. I felt a pang of guilt as I looked at him as he backed out of the garage.

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We pulled up in front of the Italian restaurant and Pete got out and opened the door for me. As usual - I didn't thank him and walked on inside. He whispered something to the waiter and she apologized, taking us to our seats in the private dining area. He really went all out - I just had to be such a bitch and go through with this, didn't I?

He pulled out the seat and took his, swiftly ordering us a bottle of wine as he went through the menu - occasionally peeking over it to look at me. He was hurting and it was all my fault. I hated myself and the band for doing this. I was torn in two - unable to choose between him and my band. They both meant the world to me. He placed the menu down, taking a deep breath as he prepared himself. This was taking a lot from him and he probably planned it all out and here I am - doing my best to ruin it all. As he started to speak, Frank walked in with open arms.

"Jennybear! Oh my god! What are you doing here? Long time no see!" he called as I got up, wrapping my arms around his neck and squealed in excitement. 

"Oreo! I missed you so much! How's the tour going?" I asked, keeping him at arms length - completely ignoring Pete. 

He cleared his throat and Frank turned to him. "Shit, Pete - sorry bro. Didn't see you here." he apologized, shaking his hand before returning his attention to me. "I'm just gonna steal Jennybear for a sec. I'll bring her back soon. Great seeing you again." 

"Sure, I'll check you guys in a bit." he said, letting out a sigh as he faked a smile. 

I walked along with Frank, laughing and joking all the way to the bar. We sat there for about a half an hour before going back to Pete. Hopefully he'd just dump my ass and get this whole mess done with.

I got back to the table and he greeted me with a warm smile. I took my seat again, pouring myself a huge glass of Chardonnay as I awkwardly smiled back at him. 

"So - you and Frank?" he asked, staring at his glass in his hand - a hint of jealousy in his voice.

"Oh yeah, we go way back - not as far as me and you, but yeah." I answered all dreamily, taking a big gulp of the wine.

He skoffed, shoving his chair out under him as he got up. This is it. "I'm gonna go check where that damn waiter is with our order-" he growled. Wait... our order? Did he just order for me? He stormed off to the kitchen and the waiter apologized. "You know what - just leave it!" he said, throwing his hands in the air. He stormed back to the table, dropped a couple of bills from his wallet onto the table and grabbed my arm. "We're leaving-" he said through gritted teeth, pulling me up from my seat. "And you - Jennifer Charlotte Lorenz - is going to tell me what the hell is going on." he growled, his hazel eyes burning into mine.