The Player's Unofficial Rebound (The Player #2)

chapter eleven | on the contrary

Jenny stared apprehensively at the muesli bar in her hand as if it was going to magically transform into a snake and strike her.

After having check the expiry date and coming up short on any tampering on the packaging, Jenny was left confused at the fact that Daemon had given it to her.

She had already downed the greek yoghurt before the bell rang for first period. She hadn't thought twice about it because her stomach had growled again and she didn't wasn't going to embarrass herself if it did it again during AP English.

But once Mrs Brown went on and on about the difficulties that women faced in the Victorian era because of gender inequality and financial stability, Jenny found herself staring at the muesli bar.

Why? she thought to herself. Why had Daemon given it to me?

Jenny knew that Daemon and her didn't have a relationship that would justify him giving her food. Yes, it might seem like it was nothing, but it wasn't.

Before that night, Daemon never even noticed her. She was resigned to being Santana's friend and he wouldn't have looked at twice if it wasn't for that fact.

Much had changed since that night.

First, it was the fact that Daemon went so far as to actually make an effort to avoid her. Then there was the way he looked at her that Jenny still couldn't quite explain. He always wore an indecipherable mask around her. Or at least he used to before an invisible switch had been flicked and he was suddenly making actual conversation with her.

Then there was that kiss.

Jenny had pushed it to the back of her mind, but somehow the kiss popped up as she continued to stare at the muesli bar.

What was going on with Daemon?

Then there was that stupid proposition that he had yet to tell her about. The one that he claimed was going to benefit both him and her.

Jenny wondered about what exactly he was thinking of proposing.

Did he have a way to erase that night from existence? Because that was the thing that Jenny wanted the most at the moment. She wished that that night had never happened.

Then she wouldn't be where she was right now. She wouldn't be conflicted about whether or not to tell Santana. She wouldn't be worried about Santana finding out, nor would she be as aware or concerned about Daemon as she was now.

She was concerned that was for sure. Before she hadn't really cared about Daemon Matthews. Not since she found out that he was in love with Santana.

She didn't care what he was up to. Who he was with or who he was making out with in the next corner.

However, since that night, her thoughts had slowly been consumed by him.

It began with being worried about running into him, and wondering how she would act or what she would say. Then, she knew she didn't have any right to, but she felt a tiny bit of anger slip into her emotions when she saw how fast he had returned to his old ways.

She knew she was nothing special or that that kiss had meant nothing to Daemon, but to Jenny even though she regretted it, it was something.

Jenny shook herself out of her thoughts, her emotions slowly morphing towards anger towards Daemon Matthews. She took the muesli bar and shoved it into her textbook, leaving the book with an obvious lump.

Screw him, she thought as she tried her best to shove his annoying face out of her mind and focus on Mrs Brown.

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