Chapter 8: Gone Fishing
In all reality this was part of the game to get what he wanted, nothing more, nothing less.
"That was not her smartest move."
"What?" Brad followed Jenna's eyes to the dance floor, where Leah and Jared were still dancing or mating, depending on where you stood. "Them?"
"No, the couple behind them."
"I don't -."
Jenna slugged him in the ribs. "Yes them. You know Jared just as well as I do."
"What you want me to do about it?"
"You could've stopped him. You were standing right here for god sake." Jenna set her empty glass on the bar.
"Just let it go. She's having a good time." Brad watched them, "And by the looks of things, so is he."
"It just wasn't part of the plan…" Jenna sighed, looking over Brad's shoulder.
There on the other side of the packed room, she could see Derek chatting with a couple of guys. Eventhough his back was facing her, she knew it was him. By the way he stood, by the way he laughed; she knew him all too well – or so she thought.
"I'll see you later."
"Where you goin?"
Jenna stepped away. "Fishing." She grinned back at him, before continuing towards Derek. Licking her lips, Jenna flipped her long hair over her shoulder, clearly on a mission. Straightening her sequenced tank top, she put on her best smile.
"Now that's why you don't fight the cops."
"Shouldn't get in trouble with the cops to begin with." Jenna interrupted his conversation.
"Jenna. What you doing here?"
"Don't look so surprised to see me. You know I'd be here."
"Uh, guys. This is Jenna. Jen, this is Deacon and Joe. Couple of my old fratunity mates from College."
"How's it goin'?" Jenna smiled, "Can you excuse us for just one second."
Deacon patted Derek's shoulder. "Good luck man." He whispered, Joe following behind him.
"Sure do know how to scare off people, don't ya?"
"Like you care about them."
"True." he looked across the room. "So what'd I do now?"
"Why do you always have to be like that?" Jenna crossed her arms over her chest.
"Well you hunt me down and pull me to the side. What else could it be? Or could it be that you're here for yet another round." He grinned, before taking a drink of his beer.
"You're a perv, you know that right?"
"Doesn't seem to keep you away, now does it?"
Jenna shifted her weight to the side. Derek always had a comeback, he was the master of comebacks in fact. There was nothing that could put Derek on his toes, he was laid back – he wasn't the type of back down from a fight, he was the type to start one and win. One of the reasons why Jenna was so attracted to him in the first place.
"That's what I thought."
"I wanna know why you are tellin' everybody shit about us that's not true?"
"Like what? Telling people that you're my booty call?" Derek laughed, "C'mon Jen, everybody with a brain already knows. It's old news."
"Your such an asshole." Jenna looked away, her hand on her hip.
"I went from perv to asshole. That's fast, even for you."
"I'm not your whore."
"Did I call you a whore? No. I said booty call. Big difference." He told her calmly, "Whores get paid."
"All I get is a huge pain in the ass."
He laughed. "It's not much better on my end honey, believe me. I'd pay 100 bucks just to stop the nagging."
"I wouldn't have to nag if you could keep your mouth shut. I don't think you understand the rules of friends with benefits."
"You know I was never one to follow the rules." He told her, before taking another drink.
"Sometimes you make me wonder why I even cared about you, you know that?" Jenna told him bluntly, "You'll always be the same. Same asshole you were three years ago."
"You sound surprised."
Jenna looked down at her feet. "I don't know why I am. I shouldn't be. I guess I just hoped that…"
"You know what, you can tell people whatever the hell you want. I don't care anymore."
"Yeah, yeah…so what were you saying before. Hoped what?"
Jenna ran her hand through her hair, "It doesn't matter anymore Derek. Don't call me, don't e-mail me and don't come by my place. I don't want anything to do with you."
"You say that now, but how many times have you crawled back into my bed? You and I both know you'll be back."
"Well this time I mean it. I'm done. I'm not your whore, I never was." Jenna stepped past him.
"Whoa, whoa…c'mon…." He reached out for her hand. Yanking her hand back, he looked concerned. "What you want me to do?"
"Grow the hell up Derek! Be a man for God sake. You could be a great guy if you just tried. But that's always been too hard for you."
"What you want me to do? Say I'm sorry? Fine." He held onto her hand, "I'm sorry. I'm sorry for supposably talking shit about you…calling you a whore…or my booty call…whatever…I'm sorry."
Oddly, Jenna had heard this before. Every apology was always the same; heartless and full of empty promises. In all reality this was part of the game to get what he wanted, nothing more, nothing less.
Stepping closer, Jenna looked him directly in the eyes. "That's the thing Derek…not only do you have to say it, you have to mean it. And I don't think you get that…"
"Jen, c'mon…" He yelled after her, even though the music drowned him out.