Jenalyn: Daring to Defy (#1)[Complete]

Chapter 65: Rob

Saturday, 12:47 P.M.

I peek up from my phone just as Jenalyn is stepping out of the dressing room and in front of the four-sided mirror wearing a black mini skirt and a white and red crop top. I can barely pulls my eyes away, but I do for the sake of the words that'll escape my lips if I comment.

"oOoh, I likey!" she coos over there though.

Okay- I can't help it. I let the words escape.

"Aren't you supposed to be meeting like America's sweetest pop tart or whatever?" I ask, lowering my phone and very blantantly checking her up and down. "You look like a prostitot." 

She narrows her eyes at me through the mirror, turning her skinny body sideways until she practically disappears before facing front again. "That was pretty rude there, Rob-" she says, though unoffended. "You feeling some type of way about it? Trying to deflect?"

I roll my eyes. I know I've gotten a little more used to having Dane's privligaed ass little whore around- I just have no idea when she thought it okay to try to bring it to a friendly level.

You know when.. my mind is quick to remind me, easily pulling the images of Jena slumped over the trashcan crying about losing her baby to mind. It was all to familiar...I had to help.

"I wouldn't go there, kiddo." I say after a few moments, lowering my eyes back to my phone to further my point. "I'm not interested. I feel like we've had this conversation before."

I see Jenalyn turn around to face me in my peripherals- her arms crossing over her chest as she shifts her weight to the opposite leg. "So... what? Are you gay or something?" she asks, this time her voice defensive. Her jaw drops open for a moment and she gasps dramatically in surprise. "Oh my god, is that why you hated me? You crushin' on daddy Dane too?!" 

I have to look at her now. She's not serious, right? I lower my phone and raise my eyes to her to find an amused look on her face, and no sign of seriousness. She rolls her eyes playfully before turning back around to check out whatever is left of her body in the mirror. 

"You're just a hoot, aren't you?" I say sarcastically. 

Jenalyn does a few more turns before running back into the dressing room excitedly. "I can be. Sometimes." she laughs, literally throwing the skirt over the dressing room door before yanking down another like a scene from a movie. "You are too, ya know.. I've been finding that out lately."

Her statement gives me mixed feelings- but for the sake of not making the day anymore stressful than it's going to be playing babysitter again- I respond with the better feelings in mind. "I can be." I say, mimicking the same tone she had just used with me. "Sometimes."