The Wrong Impression
Brooding over the events of the party, Valerie sat down on the bench in front of her house. She hadn’t seen Jenny in two days which she was glad for. She didn’t know how to handle the situation.
Telling Jenny would be the right thing to do, but how would that conversation go?
“Hey Jenny, it’s so nice that we’re friends again after all these years I didn’t call you. Your life looks so great! Oh by the way, your boyfriend is cheating on you. Sorry.”
Yeah, awesome. Valerie was cautious. She knew Jenny and Jenny was emotional and when bad news were coming in, she tended to flare up at the messenger. Valerie refused to take the fall for something that this llama-head Ethan did. It just wasn’t fair.
The only thing she could see herself doing right now was confronting Ethan and bring him to tell Jenny himself. And that wasn’t going to happen anytime soon. She had no means of contacting Ethan without Jenny knowing. Asking for her boyfriends number three days after they met? Certainly not a good idea; it would give Jenny the wrong impression. How did I get into this mess?, she thought and longingly wished for the days in Windenburg where the worst drama she had ever witnessed was Marietta getting detention for kissing her boyfriend in the school locker room.
Valerie’s thoughts were interrupted by a car pulling up to the house next door. Out got the momentarily solution to Valerie’s problem – and also the source of it: Ethan. Without thinking twice, Valerie got up from the bench and quickly approached him.
“Ethan!”, she glared daggers at him as he turned towards her.
“Oh, hey. Valerie, was it?”, he curiously raised one eyebrow.
“It is”, she answered coldly. “I think we need to talk.”
“And why is that?”, Ethan wanted to know as he narrowed his eyes and the smile was wiped from his face.
“I might just be back in Jenny’s life, but we used to be best friends. I care about her a lot and if she gets mistreated, it’s my business, too.”
“I appreciate that, but what’s your point?”
“I saw you with that girl at Jenny’s party. The girl who… you know… wasn’t Jenny”, Valerie told him bluntly. Ethan grabbed her arm and pulled her close. Valerie tried to pull away, but he was stronger than he looked.
“It’s not what you think, okay? I know everyone says that but I swear I can explain. I don’t have time right now, but let’s talk about this later!”, he hissed.
“Alright, alright, just let go of me”, Valerie demanded. Ethan took his hand away and Valerie rubbed her arm, where his firm grip had squeezed it.
“Just, please, don’t make any rash decisions!”, he grunted.
“You’d better have a good reason for all of this.”
“Give me your number and I will call you later so we can talk”, Ethan suggested. Valerie wondered. How could he possibly explain? But still, she was curious about his excuse. Without saying a word, she grabbed Ethan’s phone and put her number in it.
He nodded, then turned away towards Jenny’s house. Valerie decided to leave before Jenny opened the door. She couldn’t stand seeing her with Ethan. But she planned on hearing him out before making a decision about whether she should tell Jenny about his little rendezvous. Who knew what he might have to say.
Next: Chapter 7