The Crashing of Opposites

Chapter 7

Jenna POV

Third person POV

Jett stands at the house's entrance staring back at the girl he managed to not see the whole day. His gaze watching how she walks elegantly down the stairs staring at the floor until she reaches her mom's side. He observes her beautiful but fake smile as she is introduced to Jett's  dad.

"Meet my son, Jett."

Jenna's breath hitches in her throat and her smile falteres but only for a second as a man dressed in a black suit and equally dark wavy hair and eyes steps out from his Dad's back. Now she realizes why his dad's features seemed weirdly familiar.

She stares at him with a look of curiosity and shock. While he keeps his eyes and face void of emotions. They look at each other for a while until she breaks it, quickly changing her gaze to the floor after feeling her dad's burning stare on the side of her face.

"Hi, I'm Jenna, glad you could join us for dinner." She says with a small voice- something he thought was very unusual coming from her as their previous conversations were anything but civil. He raises an eyebrow at her friendly voice yet hostile posture.

"Jenna, show Jett around the house while the adults talk." Jenna's father says with a slight hint of a warning that Jenna and somehow Jett recognizes as well- experience with his father might have had a hand in it. 

"Yes, father. When would you like us to come back?"

Jenna knows coming back too early or too late would be one of the many possible missteps, so every precaution is necessary in such delicate situations.

"Join us after half an hour, dear."

A short and quick reply comes out of her mouth. "Yes, father."

Jett stands there just watching the exchange between Jenna and her dad. 'Something is off. She would have denied spending time with me.' Jett questions himself.

She gestures for him to follow her in the direction of the kitchen. Their parents move into the dining room while the two walk side-by-side in silence, both waiting for the other to say something.

"This is the kitchen." Jenna begins with the same smile even though she wants to scowl at him because she knows they're going to end up arguing and she'll be in deep trouble. 

'Just ignore his assholeness, Jen.' She tries hard to remind herself but his next words actually make her scowl at his unimpressed face.

"I can see that. You're really going to show me around your house like I care?" 

"That's what my father told me to do. So I'm doing it. Now, let's go upstairs."  She replies, turning to walk towards the stairs.

He follows behind at a small distance but stops noticing the staircase going down towards the basement door. An idea pops in his head- rather than actually touring the house they could just sit in the basement where the 'adults' won't find them. That's what he would do when he was young anyways.

"Why don't we skip this whole charade and sit downstairs?" He turns, now walking down the stairs to the basement door.

"NO!" she shouts, running after him and grabs his arm that is inches away from opening the door. He looks at her worried and fearful expression with a confused one.

"I..I mean it's really dir-" she starts to provide him with a reason to her outburst but she's stopped by another voice behind them.

"Is something wrong?"