Jenalyn: A Splitting Personality (#2) [Complete]

Chapter 6: Jenalyn

Friday, 6:49 P.M.

Harper didn't want me to come to the party tonight- but when Gage showed back up to pick me up, she didn't put up enough of an argument for me to believe her when she told me 'it'd be better for the baby' if I stayed home.

I'm starting to kind of wish I did believe her though- the party hasn't even started yet and I'm already feinding for a shot.

"You can have some, ya know." Gage says playfully, eyeing my longing stare at the bottles from across their island in their kitchen. "I won't call the cops on your underage ass."

I laugh, though internally the struggle is real. My monster likes liquor... loves it. And ever since I let her out to play, she just craves more. Even knowing there's something growing inside of me, depending on me- she's begging me for liquor. 

Just a little... she tells me. It wont even hurt the baby! Think of what your mother did when she was pregnant with you!

"Hey Hayyyy!" Tyler sings as he emerges into the kitchen, saving me the trouble of having to figure out what, or how to respond to Gage. "I was hoping you'd show up! Ready to turn it all up tonight?"

I can't help myself from laughing like a silly schoolgirl- I've been able to normalize everybody else that has come into to my life since Hayden. Something about Tyler though just keeps me from being able to normalize him- I'm like... forever starstruck. 

"Turn it all up?" I laugh as soon as soon as I can fully gather myself. "-not just a little bit? Gotta do it all?"

Tyler takes a long swig of the beer he had just pulled from the fridge before letting out a laugh and turning to me. "I mean- we can turn about as much of it up as you'd like to, wildchild!" he smirks, "You're the only one holding that up! Besistering Harlee God damned Gold! But if you're down, I mean-"

We're interrupted by the sound of Gage clearing his throat. His head immediately snaps toward Tyler before a look I can only assume to be a language only they'd understand is exachnged between them. "Don't be a pervert, Ty." Gage warns, "How much have you even had to drink? We haven't even started the party, genius."

My monster is having a hard time following Gage's words- way too easily hung up on the words Tyler just let escape his lips. 

He was definitely just flirting with me again. Tyler fucking Robson is flirting with me again! He pokes and prods at my monster when he does this shit...

"Don't fucking start, Gage!" Tyler exclaims, a mix of frustration and amusement plastered across his face as he slams the fridge shut. "Piss or get off the damned pot! But don't sit here and call me a damned pervert because you wanna take the long route!"

Tyler stomps off, mumbling something about a hypocrite. I can practically feel the heated anger radiating off Gage's body from across the room, but I can't bring myself to say anything. 

"Sorry about that.." he mumbles after a few seconds, pulling two shot glasses from the cabinet above his head. "Tyler's just a little pissy because he decided to date America's sweetheart and subsequently knock up America's Airhead."

I let out a small laugh, though my mind can barely even focus on his words.