When in Pittsburgh

Chapter Eighteen- Little White Lies

Jenna's POV

Nope, no regrets what-so-ever. Yet. I have no idea where I am planning on going. I just want it to be far away from here.

I walk 5 blocks down the road to the right of the stadium. I pass lots of families on there way into Hershey Park. It's very hot even though the sun looks like it will be going down soon. The reason I am so warm is probably because I am wearing a pair of Laura's blue jeans.

I would have walked on much further but I spotted a bar on the side of the road with not too many people inside, and it was so hot I felt like I couldn't go on much longer without some water or shade at least.

I push through a horde of drunk men and women sitting around the entrance. I look at my watch. 8:30. Yep that's seems about right. Louis would be back at the trailer around 9:30 or 10:00 my guess is. But I don't care what time Louis is getting back. I bite down hard on my lip and clench my hands together. Louis doesn't even seem interested in me anymore. He was happy to flirt with that fan from the interview. He doesn't even fully consider me his girlfriend. How would this relationship work out? He has concerts practically every night and the rest of the time he is expected to hang out with the boys and rehearse. Why did I ever think I would have a chance with him?

I walk inside the bar and find it freezing cold. I am okay with this. Sitting down at the bar, I put my sweaty arms down on the icy counter and sigh. I am surprised I don't cry about everything going on with Louis. But I guess there is that point where you run out of tears. No amount of crying will make you feel better.

Maybe I won't go back to the trailer. Maybe I will just get a taxi to drive me home. It would be about a 4 hour drive. I would be able to flop down in bed and surf the internet. Read my paperback and watch some TV. Then be back to work on Monday. Yeah that actually sounds nice.

"Can I help you?" A bartender with long black hair and a nose ring comes up to me. "Yeah a Bloody Mary please." I'm usually not much of a drinker especially since this is my first year of legal drinking, but after the day I've had I need some alcohol. "Card?" I realize I don't have my license with me. As a matter a fact it's back home in Pittsburgh. All I have with me is my cellphone. "Ohh uh see the thing is..." I highly doubt I can use the excuse that I went to a One Direction concert and left my license at home, then went to Louis' trailer after the performance and accidentally got stuck with the band when they headed to their next location.

"I'll just have a coke." I say.  The bartender laughs and me and goes to get me a glass. I slump forward and rest my head on my arms. I am so tired I could fall asleep right this second. But I could sleep on the cab ride home, I'll just have my drink and then...wait a minute I don't have any money either. I can't believe how many mistakes I have been making lately.

I lift my head off of my arms. "Actually sir I don't have my wallet with me, I don't have any money with me at all." The bartender laughs harder this time and takes a swig of the drink that would have been mine. "No money? Get out of here." I swing around on the bar stool and walk towards the door. How am I going to get home now? Hitchhike?

"Jenna?" I recognize his voice before I even look up at him. He looks different. His black hair is slicked up in the front, something he never used to do. He's wearing a tight Just Do It shirt and black skinny jeans. The shoes are the same as he always used to wear.

"Colin." I say simply. I had tryed to make myself forget that name for the past month. I'd tried to forget about him.

"You were the last person I expected to see here. What are you up to here in Hershey?" He actually sounds glad to see me. Since I can't very likely tell him the truth about what I'm doing here I say, "I was staying with a friend for a couple nights, then we got into a fight and she left me here. She went back home." "Are you serious!? That's awful Jenna, I'm so sorry." "It's alright." I say looking at the ground. I hate lying to him even though he probably deserves it. He did much worst to me. There is an awkward pause so I ask, "What are you doing here?"