“Jenn, you just met Jason. You can’t just go running off with him.”
“Look who’s talking. I’ll see you at home.” And with that, she walked right past me and smiled sweetly at Stacey before pulling Jason up and waltzing out of there.
If I had never been seriously mad about anything, that day would be the first. I wanted to run after them and punch Jason in the face for taking my stepsister, no, my love away, but if I wanted her I guess I had to do more than just fuck her in private. I had to claim her and make her know she’s mine.
I returned to the seat; poor Stacey had no clue what had just happened. “Your sister is rather nice,” she said.
“Sometimes.” I tried to laugh and pass it off like a joke.
“Like all sisters,” she said, drawing closer to me.
“How’s your eye?” I asked. In the commotion of Jason and Jenn, I had forgotten I was supposed to be helping get whatever out of her eye.
“While you two lovers where busy fighting over there, Jason helped me out. I’m fine.”
“You mean siblings?” I asked, my heart beating in fear that we might have slipped up and said or done something that made us look suspicious.
“I would have said siblings, but the way you look at her and the way she flips out when she sees you with another woman makes me wonder.”
“She’s just my stepsister. She can be impossible sometimes.”
Stacey smiled at me and rubbed my hands. “I don’t care what you do with her as long as you don’t mess up what we’re trying to do.”
I looked at her and in that moment realized she could never be as polished as Jenn or as deserving of my affection. In fact, no one could ever match up with Jenn. I smiled at Stacey, a weak smile, and tried to eat my butter pecan ice cream, but I had lost my appetite. All I wanted to do was go home and curl up in bed.
JENN
The night turned out to be more fun than I had imagined. We had a late lunch and headed to Broadway to watch a show. I felt like I was betraying Tyler, but he had betrayed me first by taking that bitch to our favorite ice cream place and making out with her in public, humiliating me. Well, he didn’t really humiliate me since we weren’t together officially, but still, he was kissing her in public, something he could never do to me.
After the show, Jason took me home, and except for a few lapses where his hands wandered to my hands or legs, he was a perfect gentleman.
“So will I see you tomorrow?” he asked as he opened the door for me.
I replied, smiling at him, “Only if you promise to keep your hands to yourself.”
“I’m so sorry about that. You’re just too pretty to ignore,” he said flirtatiously.
“It’s fine. I’m only teasing you.”
“I won’t let it happen again,” he apologized. “Unless you say it’s ok.”
I smiled at him. It wasn’t his fault the only person that would ever be allowed to touch me was Tyler, but the way things were going, he wasn’t going to be touching me, either. His precious Stacey would provide all he needed. The more I thought about him and Stacey, the sicker I felt, and suddenly, I really did feel nauseous.
I bid Jason a quick goodbye, promising to call him in the morning. I needed to get to the bathroom before I vomited on my date. He waved at me and was saying something, but I was rushing too much to hear him talk. I barely made it to the bathroom when my entire dinner left my body.
“Jenn? Are you okay?” Tyler was knocking at the bathroom door. I hadn’t known he was home.
“Yes,” I said, hoping that was enough for him to leave me alone.
“You sure?”
“Yes,” I said as another bout of nausea hit me. I had to stop eating food that made me sick.
I stayed in the bathroom for a few more minutes, hoping to feel better and hoping that Tyler would be gone by the time I walked out. When I opened the bathroom door, I was surprised to see him leaning against the edge of the door, his hands on his hips.
“You’re not okay. You’ve been sick for almost a week now.”
“I’m okay,” I told him as I tried to push him aside and head to my room. But he followed me, and before I could open the door, he had opened it. Once I walked in, he locked the door and leaned against it.
“You need to tell me what is wrong. I want to help you feel better.”
“You don’t need to worry about anything. It’s probably just a stomach virus or something. Don’t worry about it,” I said, dismissing him. For a few moments, neither of us talked, then he broke the silence.
“Why did you go out with Jason today?”
“I didn’t know that was a crime.”
“Well, he’s a ladies man, someone I don’t want my sister dating.”