Part 61: Jenna's Point of View Next Day I smiled up at Owen as he sat down next to me in the cafeteria, giving me a small kiss on the cheek. He raised an eyebrow at me an chuckled lightly. "Why are you so happy?" He asked, looking suspicious. "Why shouldn't I be happy?" I challenged as I pulled out a bag of cookies for him. "I have a thoughtful, sweet, wonderful boyfriend." Owen nodded and took out a cookie. "True, but you had that boyfriend yesterday too, and you didn't look so happy." "Didn't I?" I shrugged. "Well I should have, I'm very blessed." Owen smiled playfully and took another cookie out of the bag. "Can't argue with that." He continued to munch on the cookie for a minute. "I'm not complaining-seriously, these are great-but what's with all of the snickerdoodles lately? As you know, your boyfriend is a chocolate chip lover. And maybe," He leaned closer to me. "Sinces he's so thoughtful," He kissed me. "And sweet," He kissed me again. "And wonderful, maybe he could get his favorite every now and then?" It's true, ever since I found out Mason's favorite cookie was snickerdoodles I had made at least a batch a week. Slipping one bag into Mason's locker, and giving the other to Owen at lunch time. I suddenly felt guilt wash over me. "Who knows?" I shrugged. "Maybe he's getting a whole bunch of them." I had a plan to go home and make batches and batches of chocolate chip cookies. After all, my boyfriend is a chocolate chip lover.
Part 62: Jenna's Point of View Mason was leaning up against his locker, with Aubree and Rachel hanging on his arm, watching his every move. Rachel leaned up and whispered something into his ear, which made him smirk. That smirk that I adored. It made my heart stop. But it ticked me off that the smirk wasn't meant for me. Jenna stop. You have Owen. It's so wrong. But I just can't seem to shake my feelings for Mason. My feelings for Owen are growing daily, though. My heart is battling, one side wants Mason, the other wants Owen. It's confusing. Mason's dark eyes met mine, a warm smile spread across his face when he saw me looking at him. They were dancing with joy, his eyes I mean. They never failed to make my heart skip a beat, make me melt right down to the floor. "I can see the way you look at him..." My whole entire body jumped as I turned to face Owen. He was extremely close to me. "Come on." He reached out to grab my hand, lacing our fingers together. "Owen, where are we going?" His grip on my hand tightened when we passed Mason's locker. As if he was afraid I would run and jump into Mason's arms. Owen didn't answer my question, though. Instead he just kept walking. He pushed open the door to the school and brought me out by the benches. No one was out here, but it was freezing. My whole body shivered. Owen seemed to notice that and he shrugged his jacket off his shoulders. "Here, you're cold." He said as he handed his jacket to me. "Take it." I put the jacket around my shoulders, it was warm. It smelled exactly like Owen. I took a deep breath in, breathing in his scent. Owen took a deep breath as he sat down on the bench. His hands pulled me down with him. He turned to face me, his green eyes searching mine. "Jenna, we need to talk." My whole body froze up, was he breaking up with me? I just simply nodded my head, waiting for him to continue. "Look, Jenna. I need you to tell me something." He sighed. "Is there something going on between you and Mason?" I shook my head, there wasn't. He hadn't kissed me since the pillow fight. "No, we're just friends. I promise." Owen let out a frustrated breath, releasing his hands from mine. He ran his hands through his hair. "There is no way you can tell me you're just friends after that. I see you looking at him all the time...and he's always looking at you too. Just something about the way he looks at you..I hate it." "Yes I can!" I snapped. "Mason and I ARE just friends. The rest of you guys-I know you're all decent to him, but I don't think he feels like he's friends with you. I think he feels like he's an outsider.." Owen groaned. "That's beside the point! He IS an outsider." I folded my arms across my chest. "No wonder he feels like an outsider. Owen, give him a break. I think you two could be friends...invite him to hang out with you and Vinny or something." "There's no way in dell I'm inviting him to hang out with me. I want nothing to do with that guy. He's trying to steal my girlfriend." "Owen! He is not! Trust me. Mason is adorable, he can get any girl he could ever want." Owen lifted his eyebrows at the irony of my statement. "He obviously wants you, Jenna. It's plain as day." "Well. Except me. What I mean is, he doesn't sit around pinning over me. And he doesn't." Owen wasn't appeased. "Mason is adorable?" I rolled my eyes. "Owen, don't be like this. You know that you're adorable too. You have to. Girls are always panting over you." "Yeah, and you don't like it.." He groaned. "Right. I don't." Owen took one of my hands in his again. "But you have an advantage." Owen said. "You know I'm crazy about you. It doesn't seem like we're equals on that.." I sighed. It always came back to this. Owen had issues. He was fully convinced that he liked me a lot more than I liked him. "Owen, you know I'm crazy about you too." "Yeah but, the way you look at Mason. You can't hide feelings like that Jenna. I see you looking at him a lot, and part of me just wishes that you could look at ME like that. But, I know you can't. Your feelings for him...they're stronger than anything you could ever have with me." "Owen I-" "No. Jenna, I can't take being with you when I know that all you want is to be with another guy. I see your eyes light up whenever he comes into view. How is that supposed to make me feel?" "Not good." I murmured. "Yeah, not good. It makes me feel rotten." Owen set his jaw. "I can't be your boyfriend anymore Jenna. It hurts me too much, knowing that you'll never be able to love me, like I love you. Because of him." He sighed. "I'll always be here for you Jenna, but just as a friend that cares deeply about you." He stood up off the bench, kissing my cheek in the process. "I hope everything works out between you and Mason."