Page 64 of All For You
“I like you two together. And so does a lot of the U.S. population,” she added as she turned toward her end table. Swiftly, she opened a drawer and pulled out a stack of magazines. As I plucked off the first one, I found my face staring back at me. Grabbing the rest from Jenna, I saw pictures of me ran acrossallthe covers. All with Owen, all with me, but some with Vanessa included as well. It was… a lot.
“What’s going on? I mean, I knew we’d probably be pictured in a magazine or two, but I didn’t expect them to pit me against Vanessa. She’s his ex. It’s not like we dated him at the same time.”
“Of course they did. Plus, she’s pretty famous on her own. But from a poll I took on CelebrityBuzz.com, you are winning.”
“Winning what?” I asked as I tried to calm my breathing. It was all too much, too overwhelming. I wasn’t anyone important, just someone helping a friend keep his ex off his back, but now it seemed the entire world—not just Vanessa—knew we were together.
“The survey of who is best for Owen. Vanessa’s affair has been all over the news, so I’m not surprised. Plus, the tale of you being from his childhood hometown makes your love sort of like a fairy tale.”
“Love?”
“Oh yeah. You’re totally in love with him. Anytime you speak about him, your eyes light up. And, honestly, this past month is the happiest I’ve ever seen you.”
Am I in love with him?
I couldn’t go a minute in my day without thinking about him. And even when I tried to ignore him because I was feeling too much, he was still on my mind. Every time he walked into the room or grazed a finger over my skin, the butterflies in my stomach fluttered like they were caught in a strong breeze.
“Shit,” I mumbled as the realization washed over me. I couldn’t be in love with him. What would happen when he left?
“What’s the matter? I thought this was a good thing.”
“He’s leaving, Jenna. He has no intention of staying.”
“So what? You can break up amicably or try long distance. People do it all the time.”
She was right. They did, but I wasn’t sure I was built that way. There was a bit of a fairy-tale-loving romantic behind the workhorse image I portrayed.
“Oh!” Jenna perked up and grabbed her glass of wine as she focused her attention back on the screen. “Look, he’s in the confessional and is asking the producers to remove the disguise.”
The part of the show I’d been waiting for was right in front of me, but my mind was still stuck on the fact that I was in love with Owen Ramsey. The kid who made my school years a nightmare and was determined to beat me at every contest we ever entered together. All those county and science fair ribbons that should have been mine, stolen, all because he knew how to sweet-talk the judges.
“Jenna,” I mumbled as I prepared for my own confession.
“Mmhm?” she droned with her interest glued to the TV.
“You know how I thought I wanted Tryston to take my virginity, because he is sort of the perfect guy? He has the stable job, and he’s attractive…”
“And you’ve had a crush on him since he moved to town. Well, when Owen leaves, you can shoot your shot with Tryston.He’d be a great rebound, actually.” She rattled on about the perks of using Tryston to get over Owen. Jenna swore rebounds could become a long-lasting relationship.
“Jenna,” I tried to interrupt her, and when she continued, I repeated myself until she looked my way.
“I think I want to have sex with Owen.”
She stared at me, her eyes wide like a doe’s, waiting for me to elaborate. When I remained silent, she asked, “Youthink?”
Taking a deep breath, I felt my lungs fill while my heart pumped wildly. It was like a drum being banged behind my breastbone. “I know,” I decided. “I want to have sex with Owen. I want him to be my first.”
With a punch-drunk smile, Jenna toppled onto me in an embrace, miraculously holding her wineglass in the air without spilling a drop as we fell back on the couch together. “Yes! I’m so happy for you!”
Trying to pry myself free from her grasp, I finally slipped out from under her body and fell onto the floor with a thud. “Jenna.”
“What? Why don’t you look excited? You’ve finally found someone to give your flower.”
“Oh my gosh, could you not be so corny right now?”
She shrugged as she sat up and explained that she couldn’t help it. “Anyway, why the upside-down smile?”
“What if… what if I ask him, and he turns me down?”
