[LOVE TRIANGLE]
(lowercase intended)
TW: this book may touch on realistic, raw subjects. (mental health, abuse, trauma, ed, drug use) and things that go on because of them, so i've placed some real life situations in hopes to raise awareness. i show...
[before you start, here are a few things i wanted to clear up!]
-jennyalready knew of marley, here's when they met in chapter 1
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-jenny still hasn't opened up about the night at the club, causing her to feel overprotective over kayla
-she's not in love with timothée, she just amplifies her feelings when song writing to create interesting stories with her lyrics
OKAY CHAPTER 9 HERE YOU GO ————————————-
Jenny's pov
"where's harry." i stated, seeing that harry's bag was left on his chair.
"looking for you." marley said, still in front of me.
"i should go tell him i'm here—"
"we got off on the wrong foot." he interrupted, slowly forming a smile, "i don't want any problems with you."
i nodded, trying to play along so that i could get out of here. kayla's warning made me feel uncomfortable to be in this room alone with him.
"yeah i agree." i faked a small smile. "we don't have any problems." i tried to reassure him.
his dark features blended in with the dark studio, his eyes staring me down. his smile didn't match his lifeless eyes as they focused on mine. i had remembered the first time we met in a studio a little bigger than this, he seemed harmless—nice may i even say.
it was a bit strange that within the first couple of seconds we'd first met that day he had asked for my age. but i guess he was just trying to know more about me—at least that was what i wanted to believe. he looked to be my age, probably months older since he had told me i was the youngest one in the studio that day.
"i should go get harry." i slowly nodded, lowly pointing at the door.
he held a smug smile on his face as tilted his head a bit, looking down at me since he was much taller than i was.
i had then realized that he thought i drank from the cup i had left on that table.
his sudden presence had confirmed that he probably drugged the drink, and my stomach began to hurt as i thought about what would've happened if i didn't throw the cup away. i would still end up here, completely aware of my surroundings since it wasn't even my cup.
okay jenny, think. do i pretend like i drank from it already and see what would happen if i suddenly felt dizzy? it's what he's expecting anyways.
yes, sounds like a plan.
as i took my next step i stumbled into marley, trying my best to seem weak. he bought into it, holding onto me as he helped me stand up.
