the world has gone and left me behind --jenna

[rigg]

Rigg left the library though he didn't exactly want to. He told Jenna that he had to do some studying even though he didn't want to study rather than hang out with Jenna. He needed to study for that test otherwise he'd fail and he had to get a good grade on the test. The teacher loved him, yes, but she wouldn't just give out good grades, even if you were her favorite kid. Rigg sighed, packing up his things, and returned to his dorm because he didn't live with his aunt and uncle here. They were off somewhere and Rigg didn't mind that. Both of his parents were dead but it didn't bother him that his dad was dead. Rigg's dad had kept Rigg safely tucked away from the world so that he'd think other people were cruel. Rigg knew differently now. Yes, some people were evil, but most people were really awesome deep down. A lot that seemed evil were not; they were just having a battle or having a hard time.

It made Rigg sad that people judged people so quickly. Rigg did it too, unfortunately, but he was learning quickly not to be a judge of someone so fast. Jenna, at first, had seemed like the cocky cheerleader that thought she was everything but Rigg now knew that Jenna was probably one of the coolest people in the world. He made it to his dorm and sat down at his desk that was not huge but big enough for studying for now. He pulled his book and everything he needed for studying out of his backpack. Bennie was gone which was good for Rigg because he now had no distractions. He had no one to antagonize but his history book was antagonizing him. It wanted him to open it but Rigg didn't exactly want to. Rigg silently opened to the page he was supposed to and skimmed the chapter. He didn't have the concentration level to sit and actually read the chapter.

Rigg studied until around 5:00 and then got ready to go to Jenna's. He got into some skinny jeans and a nicer t-shirt. He would dress like he was going to some hot shot party but he was going to be hangin' around Jenna's for a while beforehand and he didn't want to dress like that in front of Jenna. He wondered if she'd get drunk for once in her life this time. He doubted it because she never did that. Rigg always got wasted but Jenna never got wasted. Sometimes he wanted her to just let loose and get drunk but he also respected her for not getting drunk like he did every time he found alcohol at a party that he didn't have to pay for. Rigg grabbed his skittles and resisted eating them. He wanted to share with Jenna. He got on his motorcycle without a helmet and stopped at some store for a single tulip for Jenna. Rigg Damien Eastwood definitely knew how to be a sweetheart when he wanted to be. Rigg kept it safe and made it to Jenna's apartment. He knocked on the door excitedly because the ADHD was always there, even if it was dormant at the moment. Tonight, it would not be dormant for long.

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WORD COUNT: 549
TAGGED: Jenna
LOCATION: Jenna's apartment

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[jenna rianne taylor]

After Rigg left the library, Jenna decided that studying for her calculus test had to happen. Rigg was going off to be a good boy and study, so she should do the same, right? After getting countless glances and glares from the librarian, Jenna decided that her best bet would be to study from the safety of her own apartment- besides, she could also get ready for Rigg's pre-party visit while doing so. Jenna was an excellent multi-tasker, believe it or not. Many people wouldn't be able to imagine that seeing as how she was always so talkative and somewhat scattered in her actions. Her current record was talking on the phone, checking her twitter, painting her toenails and eating a sandwich all at the same time. She couldn't drop many names of who could top something like that.

Jenna took the train back to her house from the school. She loved the train, mainly because she grew up taking a train everywhere. Also, Jenna loved to people-watch. Usually, she got stuck next to either some creepy old man or a middle-aged lady. Jenna liked to make up stories of their life based on their appearance, then giggle to herself at the proclaimed 'runaway bride that could never hold a steady job because of commitment issues and secret lesbian' that now sat next to her. Sometimes Jenna would think about what people would see her as, and she doubted they would come even close to what her real story was. More than likely one would see Jenna as a spoiled rich brat that's lived in Manhattan all her life and mooches off her daddy's money, destined to be a trust-fund baby... which is obviously the complete opposite of the truth.

It took about ten minutes from the time Jenna got on the train to get off- short trip, but one nonetheless, and about five minutes walking for her to get back to her small apartment. It was a nice little apartment, spacious on the inside but not to the point it would freak her out when she was alone in the dark. Jenna lived by herself, and she'd be lying if she said she enjoyed it. She would much rather have a roommate or someone there to spend the night with her than be by herself all the time, not that she didn't enjoy the privacy from time to time.

Jenna shed herself of her bags and books as she walked into the kitchen that was connected to the living and the small dining room. A short bar with two stools divided the kitchen from the dining room. Jenna opened the fridge and pulled out a water bottle, taking a long sip from it before closing the cap and sitting it down on the marble counter.

***

After studying for about forty-five minutes, showering, drying her hair and getting dressed, it was nearly 5:30PM and Rigg should be coming any minute. If Jenna knew anything about the tattooed junior she knew that he was nearly always on time when they had plans. Jenna loved that about him, but sometimes she hated it because she was notorious for always being late. So Rigg usually had to wait on her. But not this time.

When Jenna heard a loud knocking on her door her heart nearly jumped out of her chest. That was one thing she loved, that Rigg still had the ability to make her feel giddy even after the million dates it seemed like they went on. Jenna smoothed her wavy hair and headed for the door, completely not dressed up at all. When Jenna was home, she loved being comfortable and she knew Rigg wouldn't mind that. She was wearing little to no makeup on her eyes, a pair of short black soffe shorts from cheer and a loose fitting white v-neck that sort of hung off her shoulders. On her feet she wore a pair of white, ankle socks.

"Hello, hello," Jenna answered the door with a small giggle, looking slightly up at Rigg. God, okay, he was so hot and Jenna couldn't deny that. Of course people would have imagined Jenna's type to be much.. different than him, it didn't matter. Jenna liked how Rigg looked and no one else's outside opinion mattered.

[rigg]

Rigg loved Jenna and he probably always would. He thought he would anyway. He didn't know for sure but he thought he knew for sure. All Rigg knew was that he loved her right now and he would do anything for this girl. He also knew that she liked a guy named Mason. He didn't mind that. People were allowed to like other people too. So far, her liking Mason hadn't been an issue between the two of them and he hoped that it wouldn't be an issue ever. If she ever wanted to leave him for Mason, it would make Rigg sad, but he would let her go good heartedly. Of course, he would try to change her mind for the rest of the time they still talked and stuff, but he wouldn't ever be mad at her for being with Mason instead of him. Rigg pulled his thoughts away from such depressing thoughts and put a wide grin on his face when he saw Jenna's. "Hello! How was studying?" Not the best greeting but it didn't matter.

Rigg Eastwood almost gasped at the sight of Jenna. She was so pretty and he couldn't help but blink in surprise at her beauty. She never failed to hit him over and over again with her beauty. Rigg smiled and gave her a quick hug and then stepped inside, shutting the door, not feeling the need to sit on her doorstep. That tended to cause awkward moments between the two of them. When the door was shut, Rigg gave her a kiss in greeting and said, "What did you do while we were apart?" It was a question that Rigg always asked her when they found each other again. No matter how long they were apart. Rigg smiled a small smile, ready to have a good night. He was kind of hungry but he could wait for a couple hours. Food was always at a good party and Rigg knew they were going to a good one tonight. His best friend was hosting it so it oughta be fun.

Rigg was honestly excited to go to the party but he couldn't wait for alone time with Jenna. It was all in all a genius idea to hang around here until eleven then go find the party. He wondered if Jenna would get wasted tonight. He highly doubted it but it was always possible. He hoped Jenna could keep him from getting too wasted. He would still get wasted whether Jenna was there but he didn't want to get so wasted that he forgot that Jenna was there and find some random girl. He almost shuddered. He had to tell Jenna eventually what had happened but he wasn't going to tonight. He didn't want to ruin their night together. He would tell her tomorrow for sure. He was pissed with himself and he really didn't want to even tell Jenna but she deserved to know. Emily was the enemy and Rigg had had sex with her. What kind of boyfriend was he?

Memories were always bad at this time. Especially those kinds of memories. He had a blank look for a moment but it quickly changed back to a happy, excited look. Rigg didn't want Jenna to worry.

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[jenna rianne taylor]

"What kind of question is that?" Jenna teased, laughing lightly before returning Rigg's brief kiss. Seeing as how she didn't really do too much studying since the two said their good-byes, it wasn't really much to discuss. Rigg was always thoughtful though. "To answer your question though it was alright," She smirked, running a hand through her dark hair before taking Rigg's hand and leading him over to the couch in her small living room area. For being on your on at seventeen, and not being that well-off, Jenna lived very comfortably already. Her apartment was small, but extremely nice to say the least. She loved personalizing things and making them her own– interior decorating was definitely a fall-back plan if a PR job wasn't in her future. Jenna had a knack for matching colors and arranging furniture; essentially a housewife in the making.

She tilted her head a little to the side and smiled at Rigg, simply. Jenna was always so happy when Rigg was around, and carefree. She felt like she was in middle school again and had a big crush on a boy– blissful, young and harmless. With Rigg there was no major drama or anything to worry about like there was with Mason. Rigg seemed to be like the perfect little getaway and Jenna loved every minute of it. "What did I do while we were apart? Hm, besides miss you?" Jenna replied with a grin, looping the index and middle fingers of the hand that wasn't holding Rigg's with one of the belt-loops of his jeans, pulling him closer to her and connecting their lips. Jenna moved her mouth against Rigg's for a moment before pulling away, before she got too carried away this soon in his visit.

"Is this for me?" Jenna asked, spotting a tulip in Rigg's free hand. A bright smile grew on her face at the sight of the flower; a simple gesture, but a kind and thoughtful one at that. That was something that Rigg never failed to be- mindful of Jenna. She'd never had anyone put her on that high of a pedestal, not even Mason. Mason had cared a lot for her, but Rigg made her feel like other girls would easily shy in comparison and honestly, what girl didn't want to feel that way? Every girl wanted to feel like they the best of the best.. maybe that was why Jenna never pushed things to be 'official' between her and Rigg; She already felt like he thought she was the best thing under the sun, why worry about adding a title?

[rigg]

"It's an important question of course." He grinned her way and then let the smile fade away slowly but not in a bad way. Though he shouldn't even be here. He had been disloyal to her and he didn't even deserve to be standing here... But here he was. He wrinkled his nose at her response, "Studying sucks. I studied but it was boring. Good thing I don't plan on college..." He smiled unworried. He didn't plan on college because he wanted to make it big in the music business. He wanted to do something with his guitar that he enjoyed playing so much. He figured he'd do well with his guitar if he'd just sit down and practice. He remembered the first time he'd played a song for Jenna. He'd played a goofy song that had made her laugh. That was how it was supposed to be but right now, Rigg was extremely unhappy with himself. He'd been horrible and Jenna, right now, had every right to murder him. He could only hope it was quick.

Rigg and Jenna were supposed to carefree and easygoing. They liked each other and though they were "unofficial", they mind as well have been official. No, he had not asked her to go out with him yet, but everybody else considered them boyfriend and girlfriend. Especially Emily and Emily had destroyed him. He looked down at the floor for a moment but then quickly hid the motion and smiled back at Jenna. He wanted tonight to be unworrisome for her. "Yes, besides miss me silly. I already know you missed me." He said, teasing her. Rigg felt himself being pulled by his belt loops and it brought back memories that would haunt him forever but he showed no sign of it on his face. He let their lips connect and he kissed her. He loved her but he no longer deserved her. As of right now, he didn't think anybody deserved her, but least of all him. He really didn't deserve her.

"No it's for me." He grinned and shook his head before adding, "Of course it's for you silly." He handed the single tulip to her. He usually brought her simple things like this, hoping to make her feel better than a million bucks. That was his only goal when he did things like that. Most of the time, it worked but he liked to hang out with her and really make her feel like she was queen of the world because material items made people feel good but if the person bringing those material items filled them with good memories, then they felt a lot better. Rigg liked to make people feel good but right now, he still didn't know whether he deserved to be standing here next to Jenna making her feel like queen of the world. He didn't believe he did.

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[jenna rianne taylor]

"Well that's very thoughtful of you," Jenna grinned, leaning in to press her lips to Rigg's again before taking the tulip in her hand. She stepped back from against Rigg with a small smile, turning on her heels and heading to the kitchen area of her apartment. Jenna was in search for a small, thin glass vase to put the flower in for decoration. Once it was found, Jenna filled it up with water from the faucet, dropped the tulip in and smile in satisfaction. She placed the vase in the middle of the short, marble bar. Now, when Jenna walked by the bar everyday she would see it as sort of a reminder of Rigg– it was cute and Jenna was pleased.

She moved her thick brunette hair over to one side of her neck before lifting her gaze back over to Rigg. He was so adorable. She'd probably never understand why people didn't understand the attraction Jenna had to Rigg. So what if she was a cheerleader and he was more punk? It didn't matter to her. Jenna liked Rigg, a lot, and she had to admit at this point in time Mason was the last think on her mind. Besides, if he wanted to go off and screw Emily Armstrong, that was his prerogative. Rigg liked Jenna, so that was just alright with her. "Hungry?" Jenna finally spoke up, asking Rigg. It wasn't really that big of a question, seeing as how more than half of the time Rigg was ready to eat. Damn his quick metabolism. Jenna hadn't really planned on cooking anything in particular, but she did have a frozen pizza in the freezer if he wanted her to put that in the oven for the two of them to share.

Jenna would be lying, though, if she didn't notice something a little... off with Rigg that evening. He was acting super anxious and Jenna racked her brain to think of why that could be. Maybe he was just ready to spend time with her and was over-excited. His ADHD tended to have that effect. Hm, that seemed a little too vain for Jenna though... was he contemplating sex? Of course that subject and question stayed on Jenna's mind, all the time. It seemed like nowadays guys had sex with girls that they cared about, right? Jenna couldn't help but feel self-conscious that neither Mason nor Rigg had brought up the question of having sex. Not even tried it, once.

[rigg]

hit me out of nowhere like a car crash on the street
suddenly c o l l i d i n g into me - - - -
- - - HOW CAN THIS FEEL SO BAD WHEN YOU SEEM SO GOOD FOR ME? )

"I try hard." Rigg smiled warmly still feeling on edge and way guilty. He wanted to get down on his knees and beg for forgiveness but apparently Emily hadn't told her. Maybe it was all Emily's plan to make Rigg tell Jenna to her face because maybe Emily Armstrong knew Rigg would never do it over some crappy technology device. He would tell her to her face because he wanted to do it properly even though Rigg should not even be having to tell her in the first place. Ugh, he felt horrible about it. Why was Emily so intent on destroying Jenna to pieces, and in the process, destroying Rigg Eastwood? Why were girls so cruel when they wanted revenge? Rigg wasn't even sure what Jenna and Emily had truly fought about except Mason... He knew it involved Mason but he didn't know the whole story. He didn't much care for the whole story; he was just there to talk when Jenna needed him.

Rigg Damien Eastwood felt like scum and he felt evil. He had done the worst betrayal to his unofficial girlfriend. It didn't matter that they weren't official; he had still betrayed her because they mind as well have been official. Even if they weren't together, he would have to say he would be her best friend and getting laid by her worst enemy was not the way to keep her around. How much more stupid could he get? He could proudly say he wasn't touching alcohol at a party anymore. Well... He wasn't going to get so wasted that he could not recognize Emily when he saw her. He didn't want to let her take advantage of him like that ever again. He didn't want to make things worse than they already were. He heard her question but for once in his life he wasn't hungry. Well his body said he was, but his brain told him he wasn't. "No not really. Are you?" He lied. His stomach was constantly in pain because he hadn't eaten all day. His brain told him he wasn't hungry no matter how many hunger pangs his stomach sent. Rigg was feeling to guilty to eat.

Mr. Eastwood was falling apart right before Jenna's eyes but he was trying to make sure that she didn't notice. He was standing up and speaking to her normally out of sheer willpower. He didn't want to be standing up, acting like nothing had happened because something had happened. She was not going to be happy with him when she found out but he really didn't want to ruin her night even though he was going to be feeling like shit the whole night. Maybe he'd get wasted and he could just stick with Jenna the whole night so he wouldn't have to think about it. Though if he kept it up, he was going to crack soon; he'd just tell her everything if he kept it on his mind but he didn't want to. Rigg didn't want to see the accusing, hurtful, betrayed look he was going to get when he told her.

TAG jenna rianne taylor o' course
WORD COUNT 520
NOTES MAN, jenna makes him feel guilty.
OUTFIT just whatever...
CREDIT justlikefalling @ caution 2.0! lyrics @ hey monday

[jenna rianne taylor]

Okay, now Rigg was acting strange.
But the question was... how did Jenna respond to his behavior? Should she just ignore it until he said something? Or bring it up? Normally Jenna wouldn't hesitate to ask what was up whenever Rigg wasn't acting like himself, but for some reason this time seemed different. This time Jenna had a bad feeling and was more timid than ever to bring up the fact that something could be odd between them. The more she thought about it the more she leaned on ignoring the feeling she got. If something was wrong with Rigg he'd tell her... right? Then again, it was probably just her imagination playing tricks on her. It was Rigg, why was Jenna worrying? Rigg never gave her anything to worry about. And that was that. Jenna decided that it was simply just her imagination and it would stay that way until something gave her a reason not to believe it.

Jenna placed her hands on the marble counter, supporting her body as she leaned against it. "Okay, fine, I'm not either," Jenna replied, laughing lightly at his obvious stubbornness. Since when did Rigg pass up an offer for her to make him something to eat? It came far and few, but Jenna overlooked that as well. She wanted to have her alone time with Rigg the way she had intended it to be, not full of worry and suspension. It wouldn't be like that, Jenna refused to let paranoia get to her and ruin her fun for that night.

She made her way over to where Rigg sat, boldly settling in on his lap. Shy was definitely not Jenna Taylor, especially when she was with Rigg. Maybe when she was with Mason, but that was a different story. Jenna was somewhat shy with Mason because he was older than her, and easily more experienced. Not that Rigg wasn't experienced, with Rigg it was different though. She was able to let loose and be carefree and silly with him, with Mason, things were more serious. Not that either was better for her, just a simple observation.
Jenna's leg's rested at either side of Rigg's body as she looked down at him from her perch on his lap. "So, what do you want to do?" Jenna asked, someone teasingly. Jenna wanted to get her mind off of whatever paranoia that was bothering her, as well as get Rigg's mind off of whatever was bothering him. She thought she knew just the trick.

[rigg]

hit me out of nowhere like a car crash on the street
suddenly c o l l i d i n g into me - - - -
- - - HOW CAN THIS FEEL SO BAD WHEN YOU SEEM SO GOOD FOR ME? )

Rigg Damien Eastwood usually loved the company of Jenna and never dropped an opportunity to see her. They were both always so busy, him with parties, and her with cheerleading and stuff. They were opposites but they meshed well. Rigg loved Jenna with all his heart but he really didn't want to be in her company. He really would rather be with his room mate beating himself up. He'd betrayed Jenna the worst anybody could do. He was worse than Mason because Mason wasn't technically with Jenna. Rigg was and he'd still gotten laid by Emily. How fantastical was that? Rigg almost put his head in his hands and moaned but he kept himself from panicking. He would tell Jenna tomorrow even though that would upset her even more. He was procrastinating telling her because he was terrified to tell her. He deserved every word and look he would get from everybody but that didn't mean he wanted them. He looked at Jenna and from the look etched on her face, she was suspicious of his behavior which meant he wasn't hiding it as well as he'd liked. He was terrible at lying to Jenna though he was expert at lying to his teachers.

Rigg felt like he was constantly being compared to Mason which gave him a lot to live up to it seemed. He always wanted to outdo Mason so that Jenna would like Rigg better. He didn't want to deal with the idea of having to break up with her. This next lie was easy for him, "I ate before I came." He smiled. He was starving but he didn't want to make Jenna cook for him right now. Plus, he was feeling light headed from the guilt of cheating on her. It was an easy, easy lie but the the deeper, darker secret that he was withholding was not as easy to hide. It was difficult and he was struggling every second he stood here.

Rigg smiled as she sat on his lap. Jenna was anything but shy when around Rigg and most people. She was a cheerleader which made sense but she did seem shy around some few exceptions. He never bothered to ask why because she wasn't shy around him which made him feel like he made her feel comfortable around him. Not that she should feel comfortable around him anymore. He wasn't to be trusted because he was untrustworthy. Rigg was harboring the darkest secret that a boy could hold from their girlfriend. It wasn't good at all and she would not like it when the secret slipped through his lips. He would not let it go through someone's lips before it left his. She deserved to know it was from him because if there was anything redeeming about Rigg, it was that he would always be honest with her even if he didn't tell her right away. Rigg smiled and answered her question, "Whatever you want. Your house, your rules." He winked her way, acting more like himself on purpose. He could hide it until tomorrow, couldn't he? He could keep his dirty little secret safe until tomorrow.

TAG jenna rianne taylor o' course
WORD COUNT 520
NOTES MAN, jenna makes him feel guilty.
OUTFIT just whatever...
CREDIT justlikefalling @ caution 2.0! lyrics @ hey monday

[jenna rianne taylor]

"Hmm, my rules, huh," Jenna replied quietly with a small smile on her lips before quickly connecting them to Rigg's without any hesitation. She broke away slowly before looking up at the clock on the wall. It was only a little after 6:30pm, they had time to waste. With that, Jenna forcefully reconnected her lips with Rigg's; a familiar feeling that never got old for the small junior. There had been many occasions where things had gotten extremely heated between the two, but nothing really came out of it other than just messing around. According to everyone at Belmont except Luke, Jenna was the "good girl", the virgin. It was still half-true, seeing as how she didn't sleep around with anyone, and the only guys besides Luke that she really made-out with were Rigg and Mason. See? She wasn't that bad.

Now though, Jenna was in her own little world. Nothing mattered– not her reputation at school, not cheer, not school, not work, not Mason, not Emily– absolutely nothing. Jenna was in the zone and the only thing that she had on her mind was Rigg Eastwood, and she'd be lying if she said that didn't fill her with pure happiness. Rigg was all she needed, right? He was a friend and a something more. Although Jenna hated the term "friends with benefits". That was so.. loose and careless. What she had with Rigg was deeper than that... or so she'd like to think. Rigg was essentially her boyfriend, without the title of course. Did Jenna want to make it official one day? Of course so, things were just too hectic for that right now. Besides, she had no idea if that's what Rigg wanted in the long run.

Jenna continued moving her mouth against Rigg's as she lifted her hands up to rest on both sides of his jawline. After a few moments she dropped one of her hands to place it underneath Rigg's shirt, on his bare waist. Good thing my hands aren't cold, Jenna thought as she let out a tiny laugh against Rigg's mouth, her curved lips resting against his for a moment before beginning again. Jenna felt like she could kiss Rigg all day and not regret a second of it, and that was a feeling that she didn't get often.

The hand that was not rested on Rigg's waist moved from his jawline up to push his dark, long hair back away from his face. Jenna moved her lips down from Rigg's mouth to his jaw and the top of his neck. She contemplated leaving a mark on him, seeing as how they were going out later together. Would that be trashy? Jenna convinced herself it wouldn't be, seeing as how everyone thought they were official already, and to the people that didn't, they would now. Jenna pulled her mouth away from Rigg to look at his neck. To her surprise though, the spot appeared to already be taken by a huge, dark hickey across his hairline. Jenna gasped and looked at the spot in a mixed expression of horror, hurt and confusion. "W-What's this?" Jenna stuttered, clearly taken off guard.

[rigg]

hit me out of nowhere like a car crash on the street
suddenly c o l l i d i n g into me - - - -
- - - HOW CAN THIS FEEL SO BAD WHEN YOU SEEM SO GOOD FOR ME? )

"As long as we're at your house." He grinned teasingly. Her lips were suddenly on his and he kissed her back but he felt extremely guilty about it. He should just tell her now before she found the marks Emily had left on his neck. He never tired of kissing Jenna but he didn't think he should be and he didn't exactly want to deal with the fact that he had marks on his neck that seemed to burn him. He wasn't proud of them and hoped that they didn't scar or anything. Emily Armstrong was feisty and it had hurt when she'd left the scars behind. Rigg was so upset with himself and he hoped dearly that Jenna would understand though he wouldn't exactly be understanding if he was her. Really? What was there to understand other than the fact that he had cheated on her and deserved a good slap in the face along with a good kick in the balls. He hoped that was what she would do.

Rigg Eastwood, for whatever reason, had not made things official with Jenna. It was probably for the better now. He couldn't get broken up with if he didn't have the title. If there was no title to take away, then it made it a tad easier. Rigg doubted it would be any easier when Jade had the accusing looks that were meant for him. It wouldn't be easier when he saw the betrayal and hatred etched in her face. He was dreading those looks though he was definitely going to get them tomorrow. He hoped that she beat him to a bloody pulp and he promised himself that he would not lose his temper if she yelled at him which she surely would, knowing Miss Jenna Rianne Taylor. He wanted her to beat him 'til he was practically dead and then some. He'd rather that happen than her break his heart. She'd probably do both but he'd started a war that Jenna didn't even know existed yet.

Rigg almost broke under the pressure right then and there. He felt horrible and now she was moving down. He felt her hand on his bare waist under his shirt and he almost died. It was bringing back memories that he didn't want to remember. He pushed them out of his mind and kissed her back because it was something Jenna deserved even if Rigg did not deserve it. He heard her soft laugh and almost smiled but not quite. He wanted to kill himself right now because of the great betrayal he had done against Jenna Taylor, practically his girlfriend.

Rigg was dead. She was moving closer and closer to the one mark that would show the worst and the one mark she would definitely recognize. He flinched slightly as she moved his hair and then he grabbed her shoulders as he heard the question. He could feel the tension just explode and he wanted to melt. He wanted to disappear into the floor and never return. He was now suddenly hoarse as he replied, "Jenna. I swear I was going to tell you. I swear it. But please, kill me after I explain it because you'll probably want to. Don't hold back, kay?" He didn't wait for her to answer before going on. "Well. You know how I completely forget everything when I'm drunk? All my memories just go bye-bye and they don't return until I wake up? How I forget that I love you and only you? I don't know how it works, hunny, but it works that way. Well. Stupid Emily... She fucking found me while I was downright wasted and took advantage of that fact..." He looked down and bit his lip hard.

TAG jenna rianne taylor o' course
WORD COUNT 520
NOTES MAN, jenna makes him feel guilty.
OUTFIT just whatever...
CREDIT justlikefalling @ caution 2.0! lyrics @ hey monday

[jenna rianne taylor]

Jenna could have easily crawled up into a small ball and died at as the dreaded name left Rigg's lips– Emily. He didn't have to say anymore, nor did Jenna want him to. She knew what Emily did was solely to spite her and make her upset, and Jenna would be lying if she said that Emily didn't succeed. Jenna Taylor was completely crushed. It was enough that she had practically lost Mason to the slutty senior, let alone Rigg as well. Just the idea of Rigg sleeping with that dirtbag was enough to make Jenna want to break down in tears. Jenna just sat there though, remaining on Rigg's lap; a stunned, lost look spread across her face.

What was there to do at that point? What was there to say? Rigg, essentially her boyfriend, had literally slept with her worst enemy... that left her with only a few ways to settle this. Jenna could either completely yell and scream and kick and hit Rigg, blaming it all on him, or she could take it out on Emily. The matter was, if Jenna really wanted to deal with Emily anymore than she really had to. Yes, Jenna was crushed but at the same time, what more could she do? Emily was indestructible, and that bothered Jenna terribly. Jenna, on the other hand, was far from being indestructible. That would explain why after a long pause of holding a confused, hurt look on her face, Jenna's hazel eyes began to well up in tears.

Was she seriously crying over this? There had been three key times Jenna could ever remember crying. The bloom of her adolescent array of eating disorders, her father's death, and the night that she broke up with Mason Brooks. With Mason though, the tears where more out of fear than anything, but she'd still immensely cared for the boy. She wouldn't have cried if she didn't. It seemed like the only time Jenna would ever allow herself to cry was whenever she knew she was losing control of something that meant a lot to her. With the eating disorders in the beginning of her teenage years, Jenna was losing control of her own image of herself; With the death of her father, Jenna was losing control of the unconditional love and comfort that his presence had always given her; and with breaking up with Mason, Jenna was losing control of her comfortable state of stability, she knew if she left Mason then there might not be another person out there like him that would love her as much as he did. Of course she was wrong, because now, for the fourth time in her life that she remembered, Jenna Taylor was crying again, and about Rigg.

She knew that, like Mason, she was afraid of losing his stability. Rigg held Jenna up on such a high pedestal, and she was worried that it was getting lower and lower before she knew it; she was afraid she was becoming less important to him. She had to be, if he thought sleeping with Emily Armstrong was something that was acceptable. Jenna should be yelling at Rigg and telling him to get out of her house, but instead- in a very rare state- Jenna remained sitting on his lap as tears began to stream heavily down her face. She couldn't do anything– she couldn't move, she couldn't speak... nothing. All she could do was just sit there, and cry.

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C L O S E D ! ! !