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

Chapter 63: Hayden

Sunday, 11:11 A.M.

I sit outside on the stoop of the side entrance to this humungous house I claimed as my own, imagining how much better it'd look if it had a deck built or something. The trailers I used to live in as a child even had decks on them- this beautiful house definitely deserves that!

I mean- it's not bad the way it is, but it could be better. And why not go better? This is my first house... my own house! I'll want nothing but the best for it.

I check my phone again, expecting to see Ty calling instead of a social media notification I have no care in the world about. I've messaged and called him numerous times since Harper left me here a little while ago- why isn't he responding? I don't know how I'm going to get home if he doesn't come to get me- I was kind of depending on him answering the phone...

A few of the construction workers that I guess were working on my side of the house open the front door, and shimmy past me holding heavy bags of equipment. I don't even bother to get up considering how fast they slid by me without my knowing, but I do thank them for their work today and ask how it went just to be kind.

"We're almost done renovating the library," one of the older men with an out of this world mustache says excitedly. "It's going to look really nice in there once you get some furniture!"

A few of the other guys, mostly the older ones, head to a truck that sits parked on the side of the fountain a bit of way down the long driveway. Three of the younger looking ones light cigarettes, continuing to gloat about the work they'd done instead of following.

"Do you know when you're moving in yet?" A guy with long brown hair that pokes out from his hat asks. He swiftly lights a cigarette before offering me one.

I shake my head and point to my belly to indicate my pregnancy- though I probably could use a cigarette right about now. "I'm not sure yet, I didn't even know my mother had started the construction, to be honest," I say half-mindedly while I low-key checking my phone again.

All three of the men talk at once, making listening for an actual response almost impossible. They veer off into side conversation for a few moments, before one of them lets out a long sigh and asks if the other two still need a ride to the new site. One of the guys sighs with him, and makes a comment about how they're overworked- but says that he does need a ride anyway.

The other, the one with the long brown hair actually, let's out a small laugh and says that he isn't even done yet. "The mother, I guess, had asked me to seal off this dingy door leading up to some attic a bit earlier," he says matter of factly as he flicks his cigarette across the large yard. "Bossman is coming to pick me up in about an hour, maybe two depending on how much work it is. Shouldn't take long."

The two other men make comments about his special privilege, having been asked a personal request of the homeowner like it meant something special. "-They're famous, ya know.,." the blonde haired man with a missing front tooth says as he flicks his own cigarette, and lifts his bag over his shoulder. "Play your cards right, and Mommy Superstar may ask a better favor of you next time!"

Ew. Did these idiots forget that I was sitting here? Or are their brains just too puny for them to process how rude, and potentially job-threatening that comment could be if I decided to do something about it?

The brown-haired man laughs, but shoves his friend with a fake look of offense spread across his face. "Hey now!" he says louder than anything else any of then had said after I lowered my head to my phone. He must be trying to get my attention. "Don't you have manners? The woman's beautiful daughter is sitting right there!"

Oh God. This guy!

The two other men brush off his comment before ultimately saying goodbye, and leaving the brown haired guy standing kind of stupidly out here by himself. I can feel his eyes on me, but he doesn't say a word. After a few moments, assumingly of him questioning his next move, he lets out a small sigh.

"Well! Back to work!" he exclaims with fake enthusiasm, once again speaking too loudly not to be trying to get my attention.

I raise my head and nod with a smile, trying to be kind without having to say anything- but the dude is quick to grab it and run. He shoves his open palm into my face with a smile.

"I'm Frank," he says waiting for me to return his handshake. "Sorry about those assholes- they hope and dream that one day one of these beautiful Cali girls will pay attention to them... it's pretty pathetic!" he winks.

I shake his hand and offer him a smile, though my mind falls right back to my phone as I wait for Tyler's response.

Frank still lingers.

"Hey- you wanna check this attic out?" he asks after a few moments of silence, his tone excited, though nervous at the same time. "I thought it was pretty cool- there's this old spiral staircase leading up to it that'd honestly look really amazing with just a little refurbishing... maybe your mom would second guess it if you took a look at it!"

I raise my head to this man once again, my patience kind of fading though I try to keep an annoyed look from spreading across my face. "No thank you," I try to say calmly. It comes out more as uninterested though. "I'm waiting for my ride, honestly... I don't want to miss it or I'd be stuck in this huge house all night! That'd be pretty terrifying- I'd get lost!" I try to joke.

Frank shifts his weight to his other leg, his eyes falling momentarily on my phone before he responds. "They'll call you when they're here, won't they?" he asks after a second. "It'll only take a few minutes to show you- but you'd be saving me a few hours of work..."

I glance at my phone again, noting that Tyler hasn't even opened my message thread, let alone notice that I called. He's got to be mad at me...

Tyler never just leaves me hanging when I call him. And honestly, the only thing that can go through my mind is that he's finally decided I wasn't good enough for him because he got to meet too much of Jena...

"I promise I don't bite!" Frank laughs after a few moments, leaning down to grab his bag before he walks halfway back to the door toward me. "I think you'd really like the attic- that woman never gave it a chance..."

I don't mean to let out a defeated sigh, but I can either sit here bored and pissy because Tyler isn't responding- or go check out this stupid attic real quick so that Frankie here will hop off my dick.

"I guess I'll go take a look at the attic," I say, causing Frank to immediately grow excited. "I've got to be fast though."

I stand to my feet and turn toward the door to follow where he leads me inside. A weird feeling forms in my stomach, but I automatically attribute it to Tyler ignoring me.

I send him one last message before shoving my phone into my purse and hoping he'll call me back in a few minutes.