“Why are they so many gay people here? Like who else gay,”
Jenny couldn’t help but burst into laughter at Jacob’s ramblings about his sister’s sexuality. “Oh my gosh, Jacob, you’re a mess,” she gasped, catching her breath. “Come on, someone else has to be gay too then, right? Anthony? Speak now or forever hold your peace.” JB chuckled, shaking her head before turning back to Jacob. “But hey, at least you’re supportive. That’s gotta count for something, right? Especially with Dior.” Jennifer said, still no filter in sight.
“Wait who has a pet bird?” Jenny was sick of this being brought up again. Now, if he had asked what Malcom looked like, or the tricks he could do, how much he could say, or even what food he was eating Jennifer would have been more than happy to ramble about him! Brag on him, even! She raised her hand, an expression of pure annoyance plastered her face. “Gosh, you are a mess, keep up twin—Jacob.” She almost reverted to calling him twin two, but refrained, simply to get his attention away from her. She had bigger fish to fry. Starting with Briggs.
Jenny rolled her eyes at Jacob’s excuse for not listening. “Ugh, can you focus for two seconds?” she snapped, clearly annoyed. Between having to stare Fern down and listen to everyone, Jenny felt the building pressure to just ask—ask if she was the girl Fern liked. To be fair, Jennifer wasn’t gay, and thought it was a little weird. But who was she to judge? Most people hated her, feared her, or completely ignored her existence. And she’d never actually seen a functioning family that had a mom and a dad. Jenny tried to push the thought of confronting Fern out of her head, but it kept nagging at her. She couldn’t help but wonder if it was her that Fern had a crush on, and if so, what should she do about it? On the one hand, she wasn’t interested in Fern that way and didn’t want to lead her on. On the other hand, she didn’t want to hurt Fern’s feelings or make things awkward between them. It was hard to separate, especially after Fern had comforted her and had witnesses a mrdered teacher. They all had.
As she listened to the others talk, Jenny’s mind kept racing with different scenarios. Maybe she could just ignore it and hope that Fern’s crush would fade away on its own. Or maybe she should just come out and ask Fern directly, so they could talk about it and clear the air or maybe she could just—“Fern, do you have a crush on me or something?" she blurted out, her voice sharp and rude. Everyone else fell silent, their eyes fixed on Jenny.
