Heartbreak Hotel • jb( EDITING)

June 15, 1999

Hope you like this chapter, shits going down soon. Lol
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Jenna hasn't called to mention anything that's been going on. Like I said before, we don't know what goes on behind closed doors.

It's only been a day since she cried about Owen in my car, but she pretends as if we never had that conversation.

I knew she was hurt inside from something, but she only expressed happiness and that's all. She won't break in front of the public.

She can't bring herself to believe what a tragedy she's living.

I know for a fact that I might be the only one who she came to crying or the only one that knows that something is going on. Lola hasn't mentioned anything either.

Lola can't keep secrets for shit anyways.

She always gave it away, you can tell by the twinkle that plays in her eyes or the way she starts to stutter, or even when she becomes breathless like she's been running the marathon.

None of them were shown, so I came to the conclusion that I was the only one that knew.

Lola has been busy these days doing whatever with you know who, that stupid fuck I call my partner. She really hasn't had time to call me or see me much.

She might just be up there with him right now. He's lucky to have an office up there since I'm guessing what they do would be very wrong to do at a work-place like here.

I twirl the pen around as my lips captured the top area of the pen. My mind swamped with thoughts.

I still haven't opened any of Patrick's letters, too scared for all the undying love he has for me spilled out in pages. It made me feel guilty that I didn't love him back.

I take the plastic fork and stab it into the salad that sits on the desk.

My ears perk up to the sound of commotion behind the closed door of the office.I dust off the crumbs on my lap as I fix my dress.

My thoughts go back to Patrick.Maybe if I just play along, my feelings for him will grow. He is my best friend after all. He wouldn't hurt me. It's time I start loving someone who can feel the same about me. He was the one.

I'd make sure of it. The letters, the way he described how he loved me ever since. It was a sign. He was my sign.

I sprint towards the door in the red heels that make me look more important.

I open the door as I see Lola running out the elevator, her hands tightly covering her chest. The top buttons of her silk shirt open, not exposing too much to the human eye. Her pale legs moved quickly, the shirt becoming untucked from her pencil skirt.

Tears pouring down her now scarlet face. Her pale skin has turned flushed. Anger radiating from her body, she made her way towards the exit.

Her chestnut hair was curled but now tangled into a mess. Lola spotted me. She looked at me as her lips started to quiver.

Her eyes were bloodshot. They looked sore. Her cherry lipstick smeared to the side of her cheek and on her chin. The dimple that appeared when she would smile, now nonexistent.