"Hi. May I help you?" The skinny blonde asked with a wide smile.
If I say I wanted to punch that smile off her face, does that mean I have anger management problems and that I also have a problem with jealousy?
"You're his cousin." I gritted through my teeth. "Or a secret sister, or maybe his aunt. Anything blood related." I spat, my jaw clenching. "Because I swear to God, if you're here for any other reason than a totally, completely, indubitably platonic and asexual one, you better start running and he better start saying his prayers."
Okay, maybe I do have a problem with jealousy.
But it's cool. I'm fine. I can handle it. As long as blondie here gets out of my way.
She gazed at me, perplexed, clearly not understanding what I meant. "Uh ... sorry what?"
I groaned, rolling my eyes. "Jake Watson. He lives here."
"Oh!" She gasped, half laughing, which only unnerved me. "Jake! Right. You must be Serene?"
Cue the mental facepalm. "I am ... no, was his girlfriend."
She frowned. "Girlfriend? You kidding? Jake doesn't have a girlfriend." She laughed. "Of all men on this planet, Jake Watson is the last one ever that could be relationship material."
Hold it together, Silvia, hold it together. Murder is still illegal. Also, there are tons of other reasons to go to jail, and a cheating bastard isn't one of them.
So I inhaled deeply, and tried to call on all of my most reasonable and sensible nerves, those that worked perfectly fine until I became prey to my hormones and victim of the green eyed monster because of a dirty dog that can't resist two days without sticking it into every donut. "Excuse me, but ... who are you exactly?"
She's not Olivia. I saw her, and she's the exact opposite of this one. As far as I know, Jake only has one sister and no cousins. Aunts? Possible, but she's clearly younger than him. I also saw Ana, his maid, and this definitely isn't her either.
On a side note, leave it to Jake to have the sexiest, hottest Puerto Rican woman that ever walked this Earth work for him. Goddamit, even my heterosexuality wavered the slightest when I saw her, and it didn't happen when I met Tess. The sole idea that this woman, who accidentally happens to be head over heels for him, hangs around his place so freely, sees him in no clothes moments, drives me madly insane.
God, I'm jealous, so freaking jealous. I realize that now, but I've always been, even when we were just friends. And if you dare tell Jake, I won't be held responsible for what happens to you, all of you, either, mark my words.
"Uh ... I could ask the same to you." The skinny girl, who looked more or less my age, scoffed, crossing her arms. There wasn't an inch of her body that wasn't sculpted. How could I tell? Oh, I'm glad you asked, you impenitent protector of the cheater. I could tell because she was barely wearing anything as it was, that's how.
You'll say, you of all people Silvia, you shouldn't judge a woman by her clothes. I'll tell you, I don't judge her by her clothes, I judge her based on the fact that she's nearly naked in my (ex) boyfriend's house. Actually, the only clothing items she wore were her super-short shorts and the top of a bikini, but Jake has no pool here. Should I continue?
"I just told you who I am." I spat. "Now tell me who are you, and what are you doing here." Before I lose it and accidentally punch your pretty nose.
Okay. I need to really work on this angry jealousy thing, I know. One step at a time.
"Oh, well ..." she grinned, "I met Jake last night, and we-"
"Ok, that's enough." I stomped my way in, pushing her aside. "Where's the jerk?" I'm not gonna kill him right off the bat. I may dust off my skills a little first. We always had that match to schedule, didn't we? I suppose it's about time, and a perfect timing, since he just healed completely.
"I'm sorry." I said for the fourth time, knowing it wouldn't cut it. Of course it can't, not after what I did, what I said. "I'm sorry, I was mad, it was a chaotic moment, I just ... I just didn't think." I sighed, trying to take advantage of her silences to lay it all out in the open. "I know I was a jerk, and I also know that apologies won't make it right, but ... I just hope you can forgive me."
Silence. Silence. Silence. I should have known. She was crazy mad when I saw her. I almost didn't recognize her, I swear. After she lashed out on me, hit me with everything she could find, after I dodged every punch – and believe me, it wasn't easy -, she finally calmed down. Trouble is, calming down meant that she crawled to the floor, crying.
"Please, say something. Anything." I felt like shit the moment I did it, yet I did it anyways. What the hell is wrong with me?
I waited, and waited, and waited, until, finally, she wiped off her tears, and took a deep breath. I dreaded her words, because I knew they'd sign our doom. After all she's been though, after all that's happened between us, I acted like a true jerk, and I deserve not to be forgiven, I just hope we can solve it somehow.
In the end, after five excruciating minutes, she sighed. "Okay."
"Okay?" I inched closer to her face, doing my funny face to make her laugh, it always works.
"Okay." Serene jumped in my arms, cheery. "I missed you so bad, Jakey!" Phew, crisis averted.
I smiled, embracing my baby sis, and kissed her temple. "I missed you, too, Pebbles. I even missed your unnerving blabbing." I chuckled. "Hope we're good now."
She pulled back, looking me dead in the eyes, serious. "Only if you promise not to ever leave again."
"I ..." I can't promise that. I've promised that like ... five times already, and I could never live to my word, which forced me to spend obnoxiously long days of penance in an effort at having her forgive me.