Reason To Sing (Sequel to TGASUH) (Jardougall)

10- Party Crashers

With Jenna's wedding approaching, Nicki really hadn't been lying at all when she said she'd be busy with it. I didn't mind as much. Robyn and I had been busy enough on our own, all without being exclusive. It reminded me of the start of my relationship with Jenna, sneaking around to have sex practically everywhere. But Robyn wasn't the only person I'd hooked up with in the month prior to Jenna's wedding, and Robyn knew that.

Friday nights were my days. They were the times when the guys and I would head out for a true party night (with the exception of Mike, who for some reason chose a job to work night shift). We would hit the same few clubs, and every time I would leave with someone different. Guys, girls, both. They were drunk nights, but they were fun nights. Jordan was worried about me.

I'd taken an interest in a new wardrobe as well; that was the part that had Robyn worried. I'd been wearing less of my normal tomboyish clothes and headed in the slutty party girl direction, with tight, revealing skirts and shirts, and heels that were higher than hell. They felt like hell, but when I wore them I felt like a goddess. I wore more makeup, and had chopped my hair short. Ashley was also worried. Everyone was worried. Everyone except Jenna.

Jenna didn't care. Jenna was getting married. Jenna didn't have time to be jealous about attention-seeking Taylor Jardine, who was practically throwing herself at strangers for her attention-seeking life, in her attention-seeking clothes with her attention-seeking personality. But I didn't care. The tables had turned, and now Jenna was nailed to the ground and forced to be responsible while I was out getting drunk and hooking up with strangers on my Friday nights.

Now I was at Nicki's with Robyn and Ashley. It was one of the few days Nicki had free before the wedding on Saturday. She was exhausted, and I could only imagine how exhausted Jenna and Courtney were.

"Robyn, you're still coming, right?" Nicki asked. She nodded and tightened her arm around my waist.

"You sure you don't wanna crash?" she asked me.

I laughed. "Please. I have bigger things to worry about than Jenna's commitment phase that'll probably last a week."

It was Nicki's turn to laugh. "If I know my Jenna she'll be divorced by next month."

Everyone laughed a little in agreement. The four of us decided to watch movies at Nicki's house until it was nearing midnight. Then Robyn took me home. She knew I had work at nine. But every time she took me home, I let her come inside and stay the night.

We were on my bed, kissing as she tried her best not to place her full weight on top of me. I didn't mind as much. I pushed her off to start pulling off my skirt, and when I looked back at her, she was looking at my nightstand. She grabbed a box in confusion.

"Condoms?" she asked.

I shrugged. "You never know," I said with a giggle. I climbed on top of her, but she was frowning now. "What's your problem?"

She sighed. "I don't know if I feel comfortable with how many people you sleep with."

"Are you calling me a slut?"

"No, I'm saying that... I just want you. All to myself. And there's a lot of things getting in the way of that."

I chuckled and rolled onto the other side of the bed. "Jesus Christ, you sound like the old me."

Robyn rolled her eyes as I stood up to put my removed clothing back on. "Tay, I miss the old you. The old you was the girl I wanted to date in the first place."