Hurt Me Once- A Boyf-riends fanfiction

Chapter 4: Spill

I'd give you a longer author's note with more thank yous, but my parents think I'm doing homework right now, so I really just need to get this off the press. Love y'all a ton!!

Christine

"Spill." Jenna's voice scratches through the phone relatively raspy because the girl talks so much.

"Well I..." With anyone else, Christine would have more than enough words, but Jenna seems to mess with her brain and pull out the part that thinks.

"Oh come on. This is Jeremy Heere we're talking about. Hasn't he had a crush on you since the beginning of time?" Jenna laughs lightly and the sound bounces around inside of Christine.

Christine bounces on her toes to let out the giddy energy, earning odd glances from other people nearby. "He's sweet. Very awkward, kind of distracted, but it's cute. Endearing." It's not, really. Christine likes confidence and talk over shy and silent but Jenna might spread the word and she likes Jeremy enough to respect him.

"Huh, okay." Jenna's voice sounds... odd. Maybe it's just the phone. "So, details?" Jenna seems both hopeful and somehow wary, and suddenly Christine wants to hop through the phone and give her nosy friend a hug, ask her what's wrong, get her to spill on her own life for once.

"I'm at the park," she says instead, "I'll spill when you get here." With a smile that she can't seem to squash, she practically bounces over to a bench when Jenna says she'll be there in a few minutes.

She sees Jenna every day at school, just not outside of it. And. She wants to.

She catches sight of Jenna before Jenna's eyes find hers, and she can feel her heart going double time. "Hey," she calls out, waving her arms excitedly.

Jenna responds with one of those little waves people do, holding up her hand and waving her fingers and her painted nails flash in the sunlight.

I love it. Christine doesn't know what it is, but seeing Jenna has already made her smile wider than she did at any point on her date with Jeremy.

Jenna

Christine.

Christine Canigula is something else entirely. A bit out of this world, like part of her is in heaven and is sending messages down to the rest of her. A bit like a piece of heaven came down to earth and decided to sprinkle it with cherry blossoms.

A bit like someone up high sent down the cutest bunny and forbid you to pet it.

This close and this far, the inch between their thighs a canyon as Jenna settles herself on the bench and prepares for the worst kind of torture.

"Sweet, kind, awkward, what else is new?" Jenna flashes her smile- the trademark gossip girl, easy and cheap.

Christine's smile is more subdued. "Off the record?"

"I don't have a record," Jenna's always eager for news, especially on someone as big as Jeremy is now, but she's not planning on messing with her friend- and crush's- privacy.

"Jenna!" Christine huffs, and gives Jenna a light shove on the shoulder, the casual skin on skin setting a new heartbeat.

"I don't! I promise, so spill." Jenna pretends to zip her lips, scrunching them and pouts them when Christine's eyes linger longer on them than they need to. "Zero, zip, nada." The last thing she needs is hearing everyone else talking about this beautiful girl with someone else.

"Okay..." Christine ducks her head- adorably bashful- and then pops it up like she's just gotten that message from the piece of her in heaven.

"Yesss?"

"Dull."

Holy shit. Jenna's heart freezes in her chest like the moment it beats it'll shatter this new information to dust. "What?"

"He's just... not my type. He's great, but... as a friend, I guess, and god- why am I telling this to you- I always feel like he's thinking about something else, you know, like he's not really engaged or whatever. I mean-" Christine is on a roll, and Jenna is loving every minute of it.

"You're not interested," Jenna says disbelievingly.

Christine shakes her head, glossy black hair swooping over her shoulder. "I mean, not really, no, but I feel like I should give him a chance, you know? Because he's... nice."

No, don't give him a chance. Jenna's never been the best person, and it's easy for people to peg her as the jealous type. She prefers the word attached.

But Christine deserves an unbiased opinion.

"You could. If you think you might start liking him later." Even Jenna can tell how badly she disguises what she wants.

Christine shoots her a loot she can't read, one way more complex than the ones Jenna has catalogued for Christine.

"No," Christine says slowly (she never speaks slowly- what is going on?) Jenna's organs- tight, short breathing, heart beating too fast- suggest she's high and hallucinating, but that isn't it. "I don't think I will."

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