Bully, turned best friend, turned lover?! - A Greg Jenko Love Story

Seven Years Later.... That's Greg Jenko!

*************************SEVEN YEARS LATER************************

"God, who knew we'd both end up here?" breathed Morton, gazing at the massive building before us.

"I know; Metropolitan City Police Department," I whispered, joining my brother in gazing at the building before us.

Then I snapped out of it, and pulled Morton lightly by the arm into the building so that we could sign in.

In the line to sign in, I heard Morton mutter, "Oh fuck!"

"What?" I whispered.

"Douche bag, twelve o'clock."

"Well that doesn't help, we're in a line; there's quite a few people at twelve o'clock to us-"

"Greg Jenko!" he whisper-yelled.

I froze. Slowly leaning my head to the right, I was able to see the whole line in front of us. And there he was. Clear as day. Greg Jenko stood there, signing his own form. The only difference now was that he had had his head nearly completely shaved (which all the men in the program, so Morton included, were asked to do) compared to the shoulder-length locks he used to have back in high school.

I quickly leaned back, so that I couldn't see anyone, and looked at Morton, fear in my eyes. Yes, it had been seven years, but if we all got into the police force, I was scared to death that he would make our lives miserable here like he had done back in high school.

"I'm just gonna, lean and have a look-"Morton began, but I cut him off; "No! He was signing his form! He'll be almost finished now, and if he sees you then that's it! Game over! No happy lives in the police force like we imagined!"

"I promise I'll duck back if he turns around," Morton reassured me, but before I could protest, he had already leaned to the side, but snapped back almost immediately.

"Aaaaand he saw me," Morton shook his head.

I slapped his arm, and he winced, then we began our mini whisper argument before....

"Not-so-slim Shady! What's up? Holy shit!" Jenko exclaimed.

Morton just smiled awkwardly and gave Jenko a little wave.

"And who's that with you?"

I looked down at my feet.

"Sister," I could hear Morton mouth- yes, he is so loud that you can actually hear him when he's mouthing something.

"Is it really?" I heard Jenko ask, mainly in disbelief to be honest.

"Sign your form, please, Miss," said one of the staff.

"Oh, thank you," I leaned over to start signing the form.

"Holy shit," I heard Jenko exclaim.

I blushed, but looked hard at my form instead of at him. I hadn't been overweight in high school, but I had been keeping in shape since then and over seven years, my legs and arms were more toned. Also I had let my hair grow longer than my old pixie crop and after having passing the teenager phase I didn't have many spots any more. I guess I had changed a lot since high school, but I hadn't expected Jenko to have even noticed.

Finishing my form, I handed my pen to Morton, so that he could fill in his form, and ducked out of the line. A police officer took me aside to tell me where to go and what we would be doing.

I looked over at Morton and he motioned for me to go on to the gym and that he would catch up. So I turned to go, only to be stopped by none other than Greg Jenko.

"I'm sorry."

"Wait, what?" I asked, surprised at this sudden apology.

"I said all that stuff to you back in high school and even when you'd got one up on me (which nobody really had a chance to do, I will add) I still found a way to make you feel crap. I'm just really sorry that I was a dick in high school I guess, and was kind of wondering if we could maybe start afresh now that we're both here?"

I was still taken aback, but found it in me to smile at the man before me.

"What happened in the past stays in the past," I assured him.

"Thank God," he breathed, "Shake on it?"

I raised an eyebrow, "Seriously?"

"I wanna make sure it's official," he said.

I smirked before nodding and grasping his much bigger hand in mine as we shook on our new deal.