with Nana, and made our way out of the hotel.
Chapter
IX
“Hey Jenna, have you seen my black Pradas?” I yelled from
outside the room.
Surrounded by a stack of boxes, and I couldn’t find my
pair of shoes. Jude was on his way from the barbershop, and we were going to
miss our flight. I had the last of my clothes packed and ready for the moving
company Landon had hired to pick them up on Sunday morning.
It’s official, when I get back from San Diego, I’ll be
moving into Landon’s penthouse apartment. After the week I’d had, I couldn’t be
more excited. In addition, I was looking forward to seeing my mother, Brandon,
my little angels, and Uncle Keith.
“Jenna!” I yelled again.
I heard her puff as she dragged her feet, “What?” She
walked inside the room, and moved one of the boxes to make her way.
“My Pradas, have you seen them? I’m going to wear them
tomorrow.”
She looked around the room, and then walked back outside.
She came back holding them, and put them in my luggage.
“Jeez Clea, it’s only for a weekend.” She said,
positioning herself on the bag, and signaling for me to pull the zip.
I smirked, “says the girl who took seven full suitcases to
spend four days in Monaco.”
She pushed her tongue out, “That’s different, first I was
chasing a prince to be wedded to, and second I was meeting stars. You’re just
having a dinner with your family, and spending the rest of the weekend
following your mother around while she diminishes people for their bad taste
whenever they show her a venue.”
I rolled my eyes at her, and jerked the suitcase up and
down on the floor.
“I think I’m ready, I have my ticket, the gifts for mom,
and the girls, and everything is officially packed up.” I announced, smiling
broadly.
“I can’t believe you’re leaving me, we’ve been talking
about living together for ages, and once we do, you move in with your hot-shot
lawyer of a boyfriend.”
She pouted, crossing her arms together.
“I’m sorry sweetie; you still get me whenever you need me
for a sleepover, and our nights out.” I offered.
“Yeah, like that’s enough. I don’t need your charity.”
She snarled.
“We’re sisters Jen, you’re no charity.”
She shrugged and pulled me for a hug, “I know.”
“I still think that you should let me pay for the rent.”
She argued again.
“We’ve been over this Jenna, I don’t need the extra money,
and this is your home. Plus, you never know, if things don’t work out, I’ll be
back.”
She wrinkled her nose, “God, I hope not. I was planning on
replacing you with a roommate.”
I laughed, and she continued,
“Plus, he did say that he plans to make ‘an honest woman’
out of you.”
I shrugged again, “We’ll see.”
A buzzing from the intercom made us jump, and I ran to it.
It was Jude.
“Come on Clea, we’re going to be late. Calvin is here.”
“I’ll be right down.”
I turned around, and scanned the room. I couldn’t believe
that I wasn’t going to live there anymore. My apartment held lots of memories,
five years of laughter, celebrations, parties, studying, and nights in with
Ryan, Jude, Mia, and Faith. I also had my share of sorrow, the loss of my dad,
Jude’s accident, bad breakups, and Caden.
I brushed off the memory, and smiled tenderly, remembering
the first time Landon came to see me. It was while Jude, Ryan, and Jenna were
introducing me to his mediatized life. His reaction to my virginity, his
kisses, his possessiveness, and the way he looked.
I remembered our first night together, while I was still
sore from the weekend I gave myself to him; his tenderness, his attention, his
playfulness, and the fight we had under the shower the next morning.
We spent several nights together in my apartment. I
thought about the night he came in from Chicago, with Uncle Jimmy’s burgers,
and the news that he booked the Stephen Shwarzman branch for Ryan.
Ever since he strolled inside my life, ever
Chapter
IX
“Hey Jenna, have you seen my black Pradas?” I yelled from
outside the room.
Surrounded by a stack of boxes, and I couldn’t find my
pair of shoes. Jude was on his way from the barbershop, and we were going to
miss our flight. I had the last of my clothes packed and ready for the moving
company Landon had hired to pick them up on Sunday morning.
It’s official, when I get back from San Diego, I’ll be
moving into Landon’s penthouse apartment. After the week I’d had, I couldn’t be
more excited. In addition, I was looking forward to seeing my mother, Brandon,
my little angels, and Uncle Keith.
“Jenna!” I yelled again.
I heard her puff as she dragged her feet, “What?” She
walked inside the room, and moved one of the boxes to make her way.
“My Pradas, have you seen them? I’m going to wear them
tomorrow.”
She looked around the room, and then walked back outside.
She came back holding them, and put them in my luggage.
“Jeez Clea, it’s only for a weekend.” She said,
positioning herself on the bag, and signaling for me to pull the zip.
I smirked, “says the girl who took seven full suitcases to
spend four days in Monaco.”
She pushed her tongue out, “That’s different, first I was
chasing a prince to be wedded to, and second I was meeting stars. You’re just
having a dinner with your family, and spending the rest of the weekend
following your mother around while she diminishes people for their bad taste
whenever they show her a venue.”
I rolled my eyes at her, and jerked the suitcase up and
down on the floor.
“I think I’m ready, I have my ticket, the gifts for mom,
and the girls, and everything is officially packed up.” I announced, smiling
broadly.
“I can’t believe you’re leaving me, we’ve been talking
about living together for ages, and once we do, you move in with your hot-shot
lawyer of a boyfriend.”
She pouted, crossing her arms together.
“I’m sorry sweetie; you still get me whenever you need me
for a sleepover, and our nights out.” I offered.
“Yeah, like that’s enough. I don’t need your charity.”
She snarled.
“We’re sisters Jen, you’re no charity.”
She shrugged and pulled me for a hug, “I know.”
“I still think that you should let me pay for the rent.”
She argued again.
“We’ve been over this Jenna, I don’t need the extra money,
and this is your home. Plus, you never know, if things don’t work out, I’ll be
back.”
She wrinkled her nose, “God, I hope not. I was planning on
replacing you with a roommate.”
I laughed, and she continued,
“Plus, he did say that he plans to make ‘an honest woman’
out of you.”
I shrugged again, “We’ll see.”
A buzzing from the intercom made us jump, and I ran to it.
It was Jude.
“Come on Clea, we’re going to be late. Calvin is here.”
“I’ll be right down.”
I turned around, and scanned the room. I couldn’t believe
that I wasn’t going to live there anymore. My apartment held lots of memories,
five years of laughter, celebrations, parties, studying, and nights in with
Ryan, Jude, Mia, and Faith. I also had my share of sorrow, the loss of my dad,
Jude’s accident, bad breakups, and Caden.
I brushed off the memory, and smiled tenderly, remembering
the first time Landon came to see me. It was while Jude, Ryan, and Jenna were
introducing me to his mediatized life. His reaction to my virginity, his
kisses, his possessiveness, and the way he looked.
I remembered our first night together, while I was still
sore from the weekend I gave myself to him; his tenderness, his attention, his
playfulness, and the fight we had under the shower the next morning.
We spent several nights together in my apartment. I
thought about the night he came in from Chicago, with Uncle Jimmy’s burgers,
and the news that he booked the Stephen Shwarzman branch for Ryan.
Ever since he strolled inside my life, ever
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