4. Like a 70s Reporter

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Ever since she came into my life, Jenna has been nothing but fake, rude, and manipulative, but I never pegged her for a cheater. I mean sure, I was suspicious when I first found out that Charlie and her were hooking up. I thought she was using Charlie to make her hot, all-star, ex-boyfriend Jonah jealous, but after they started dating, my suspicions started fading. Charlie had done his best to assure me that even thought Jenna could be mean sometimes, it was a defense mechanism she learned because of her mean parents.

She isn't using me, Charlie had said, and so I believed him. But now, standing behind the locker room door, I'm not so sure. Could Jenna be that horrible as to use Charlie for five months just to get back with her ex? But after hearing sucking noises and Jenna's trademark silky voice, seriously that girl could make molecular biology sound sexy, I knew the answer to that.

Shit, why me? Out of all the places I could have lost my phone, why did it have to be here. Right where Jenna is sucking face with Jonah. Who decides to make out in a locker room anyway? The place reeks. I always try to spend the least amount of time necessary when going in. I can't understand why anybody would decide to kiss in a place that smells worse than one-hundred 1,000-year-old cheeses. Seriously, the combination of B.O. and perfume should be illegal. Why Jenna can't be like all of the other horny teens, and make out underneath the stairs in the main building is beyond me.

Being the nice person that I am, I decided to give Jenna the benefit of the doubt. Maybe Charlie miraculously packed our stuff, got out of the library, ran faster than Usain Bolt, and started making out with Jenna. The detective side of me won't let tell Charlie about my findings until I am certain. I slowly start turning the handle of the locker room door, making sure I'm as silent as I can be. Then comes the hard part. The school is pretty old, so the doors squeak a lot when opening them. I meticulously crack the door open, leaving me with just enough space so that Jenna won't spot me if she's in first row of lockers. She isn't. I wait a few seconds listening, and hear the third row of lockers rattle. BINGO! I have her now.

Overconfident after watching all the Mission Impossible movies, I swing the door open all the way, and suddenly freeze. The door lets out a loud squeak, and I hear the all noise come to a halt.

"What was that," I hear Jenna whisper to Jonah. I close the door slowly making sure it doesn't squeak anymore, and hide behind a large trash bin and a wooden bench. I hear the guy's footsteps slowly approaching the door. I hold my breath and ignore the itch behind my ear. The guy does a quick search around the locker room but after finding nothing I hear him heading back to Jenna behind the third row of lockers.

"It's just air vents, babe," the guy, which I assume is Jonah, says in a breathless, husky voice. Why am I suddenly attracted to Jonah's voice? Phew! I'm safe for now. I hear them going back at it, and start breathing and scratching my ear. A few seconds later I find myself slowly getting out of my hiding spot and heading towards my locker in the first row. I cautiously input the combination and open my locker taking out my phone. I need photographic evidence.

I slowly tip toe my way to the third row of lockers, and peak my head so that I can get a good angle when I take the video. That's when I see it. My eyes widen and I almost, almost drop my phone because it's Jenna alright, and she's cheating on Charlie, but it's not with Jonah as I thought. The guy is wearing a studded leather jacket, he's turned away from me, but even in this dimly lit room I recognize that jacket, because it belongs to Steve. Slime ball Steve. I'm grossed out for thinking his voice was hot just seconds ago.

It takes all my willpower not to burst out laughing. I feel like a 70s reporter getting an exclusive on the Watergate scandal. I can't believe it. Jenna, the girl that sits so high on her horse that even the Empire State has nothing on her is getting hot and steamy with Steve. I bite my bottom lip smiling. I unlock my phone and take off the flash. If Jenna thinks she can get away with murder she's wrong. Suddenly I remember Charlie, and I feel the amusement leaving my system as anger starts to seep in. How can she do this to Charlie. He has always defended her against his better judgment and she goes behind his back and does this to him.

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