Opposites Attract (The Losers/Jake Jensen fanfictoin)

Chapter Two

It had been four months since I last saw The Losers. I tried to distance myself from everyone. Every minute I spent with any of them was another minute of guilt and pain that I couldn't save those kids like I said I would.

I had kept my phone in case I was needed for something important. Each of the other Losers had gotten new phones and were quick to let me know. Except for Jensen. I hadn't spoken to him in those four months I had been away. It hurt me, but I tried not to show it.

I was currently sitting in a bar, sipping on my third drink. I had to slow down on drinking. I didn't have a lot of money and I needed all of it to last.

"Hola chica."

This was common. Some creepy guy would flirt would me and would end up laid out on the floor after I kicked his ass and left. I was used to it.

"Listen, creep, unless you want the embarrassment of having a girl kick your ass, I'd advice you to-" I stopped mid sentence when I finally turned to look at the man who spoke. It was Cougar. "Coug."

He smiled and sat down next to me.

"How'd you find me?" I asked.

"I followed the trail of guys who had their ass kicked by a blonde girl the past four months," he replied. I laughed. "It's been a while."

"Too long," I said. "How is-uh-how are-"

"Jensen is fine."

My eyebrows knit together at this. "I wasn't asking about Jensen. Who says I even care about him?"

"Everyone cares about him, no matter how annoying."

That was true. We all gave Jensen a lot of shit, but we all cared for him. He was like the heart of the group. We wouldn't be such a great team without him.

Cougar ordered a drink as I continued to sip on mine.

"Have you been talking to the rest of the team?" I asked.

"Jensen and I work together," Cougar replied. "Haven't heard from anyone else yet. Well, other than you right now."

I chuckled. "It's good to know that you're alright. We haven't exactly spoken in four months. Great to know you're alive."

Cougar laughed himself this time. The bartender, a woman with a short skirt and tight t-shirt that was unbuttoned to show off her enormous (and obviously fake) breasts, walked up to us and handed Cougar his drink.

"Here you go, Tiger," she said, seductively. Cougar smiled and winked at her. She giggled and went off. I rolled my eyes and downed the last of my drink.

I don't know why, but that bartender made me feel down all of a sudden. Despite the huge bags of silicon on her chest, she was very pretty and she had men hitting on her all night all. Not that I wanted creepy, greasy, horny men hitting on me. I just wanted to be noticed and lately, I haven't been.

I pushed my hair behind my ears and looked around. When I was sure no one was watching or listening, I turned back to Cougar and lowered my voice.

"Creo que alguien cercano a Max sabe que no somos realmente muerto," (I think someone close to Max knows we're not really dead) I said.

Cougar downed his drink and looked back at me.

"¿Por qué dices eso?" (Why do you say that?) he asked.

I began to explain, "Hay esta chica. La he visto en diferentes lugares. Es como si ella me está siguiendo. Creo que ella está trabajando para Max y ella nos espía."(There's this chick. I've seen her in different places. It's like she's following me. I think she's working for Max and she's spying on us).

"I think you're crazy."

"You're not the only one," I muttered. "I'm just paranoid, I guess. I'm afraid Max'll find out the truth and he'll come after us."

"Listen to me, lobo," he said. "Lobo" is Cougar's nickname for me. It means "wolf". He calls me that because wolves and cute, yet dangerous. Like me, he says. "You have nothing to worry about. Max believes we are dead. He will never find the truth."

Cougar checked his watch and stood up. I watched him as he began to move towards the door.

"Got a party tonight," he told me. "Jensen and I. I'm gonna try to get the poor sucker laid. You could help if you want."

I let out a chuckle through my nose and shook my head. I'd love to go to a party with Cougar and get to see Jensen again, but I'm sure I'd be the last person there he'd want to sleep with. There'll be a bunch of hot, Latina chicks there. I'm just..Jo.

Cougar tilted his hat at me and left. I turned back to the bar to see the slutty bartender taking mine and Cougar's glass. She gave me a look and continued on flirting with other customers. I sat, staring at the wooden counter top.

I should've taken Cougar's offer. I should've gone. But I knew that Jensen would be flirting with pretty Latina's and I couldn't take that.

To be honest, my life was a mess. It was crazy, it really was. And the one thing in my life that made sense was Jensen. The fact that he was always there for me, that he was the one person in The Losers that I'd trust with my life. I always seen myself with him and him only. But that's a fantasy that might never happen.

I was tempted to ask for another drink, but like I said before, I needed to save my money. All I wanted right now was to take my anger out on some greasy bastard who would try to hit on me. All I wanted was Jensen.

I got up and headed towards the door before I could do something I'd regret. I needed to go get some sleep. I managed to keep my mind off that idiot for four months and one night was not going to ruin all of that. I had pushed the door open and just walked into the slightly cool night when I got a text.

From: The Colonel

Losers. Meet tomorrow. Cemetery. I except you there -Clay

I stared at the message for a moment, re-reading it over and over and over until I could recite the words by memory and all I could hear every time I read them was Clay's voice reciting them to me.

"Well," I said to myself. "There goes forgetting about Jensen."