“I think it’s a sweet secret, it kind of eases the tension.” Jenny relaxed a bit, that was the effect Malcom-“You, you have a pet bird?” Alissa asked as if she couldn’t believe her ears, truly surprised. “Is that like a codeword for another thing? An exotic pet? Like an inside joke?” Alissa asked blinking her doe eyes.
“Yes Alissa, it’s a code word for my piranha.” Jenny said, trying to make her eyes as round as Alissas. She couldn’t hold it, she rolled her eyes. “No, it’s not code for anything,” Jenny said flatly. “I actually have a pet bird.”
“You’re right. But that’s just how it is.” Jenny wanted to claw her face off and pull her hair out. Was Willow really not picking up on what she just said? Did she have to write it out in big letters? DO. YOUR. OWN. THING. You could see on Jenny’s face that she was frustrated, but Jennifer merely rolled her eyes to make sure she didn’t lunge at Willow. “We’ll work on that answer.” Jenny ground out, forcing a tight smile.
“Willow… Jenny is right. You really should not be living for others, this the only life you got- your only youth. Your parents already had their youth, you should live for yourself.” Jenny threw her arms up, “thank you!” she burst at the agreement.
“I’m bisexual” Jenny honestly couldn’t be surprised anymore-“And a girl I fell for, well, she is here with us, in this room.” Oh. Nevermind. Jennifer knew that Alissa was gay now, could Fern be pining over Alissa? But the again, the other girl didn’t need to be gay—could it be her??!? Fern had literally just comforted Jenny from tears! Im not gay! Was comforting someone from a breakdown normal? “And what else, screw these f-cking cliques, they are the reason I struggle with social anxiety ” Jenny watched Fern, as she looked to the floor. “I supposedly am a hipster, someone who should care about all these social norms and sh-t, but I don’t. I hate being pushed into who I have to be. … Why can’t we all just appreciate people for who they are, and stop thinking in these useless boxes?” You could see the gears turning in Jennifer’s head, if anyone was even paying attention to her anymore, she hyper focused on Fern to see if she would give it away. “I love my ‘clique’. It makes people stay away from me with just a rumor through one ear.” Jenny commented, not sure if it was true or not. There was lots of pros to her reputation, but also lots of cons. Jennifer stopped paying attention to all the others, only focusing on Fern now. Give me something to work off of. She willed, her brain sending silent messages to the girl she watched, unwaveringly.
@idiot.exe _ Willow
@Kristi _ Alissa
@Jass _ Fern