I woke up quite early, to my own surprise. My head ached, and the reason wasn't alcohol.

As I stretched out, I was almost frightened.

"Oh, fuck," I cursed under my breath. I looked to my side and saw a sleeping Jenna lying next to me. When I saw her, all the memories came back up.

The kiss. The deal.

It was now Saturday, and I had only two days to put the two demanded interviews into words, or I would get rid of my job. At least that was what I was thinking. There was no other way but to fire me if I couldn't even stick to a simple deadline, was there?

I now stretched out again, my arms high in the air, while I yawned and closed my eyes. I was careful enough to not wake Jenna.

Just as I was about to fall back on the bed, my eyes flew open again, running over anything else in the room as they moved to the alarm clock on Jenna's night shelf. It was almost 8.

"Fuck!" This time I cursed louder, and I couldn't care less about Jenna at that very moment.

I sat down on the bed this time, and let my feet hang down. I noticed that I was no longer wearing the red, gorgeous dress that she had let me borrow her. I wore one of her somewhat tight shirts, and a long pyjamas.

Although I should really thank her for changing me into something more comfortable, I couldn't help but blush at the thought. I wasn't really comfortable with my body.

I shook the thoughts out of my head quickly and got up to run to the bathroom, or at least to the room where I thought it was. Luckily, I reached the right room and washed my face.

While I was carefully drying my face with a towel that was standing on a white counter, I saw a small container standing directly on the sink, holding two toothbrushes.

Did Jenna live with somebody else?

The thought of it made my eyebrows furrow, I couldn't imagine Jenna had a steady relationship in her life.

I quickly shook these thoughts of my head too and decided to run to Jenna and wake her up.

Just as I jumped on the bed, she muttered something that I couldn't really understand.

"Get up, sleepy," I said out loud, wanting her to understand each word exactly.

She pulled the only blanket that we seemed to had shared last night, so I could now only see her nose and her closed eyes. Her curly, red hair was spread over the entire pillow, and she didn't look as if she would get up any time soon.

Didn't she have to work today?

Ah, right. Miss Smith had switched our schedules. God.

I put my right hand on her cheek and noticed how mine was moving with her as she inhaled and exhaled loudly. I wanted to slap her, but decided to just shake her lightly.

"Jenna, Jenna, please," I now begged louder.

I was about to arrive late. Whether Jenna woke up five minutes earlier or later would make a huge difference. Plus, she had to drive me to work, too. I didn't know where to get a taxi in this early morning. It was rush-hour.

She muttered something again, and this time I heard her say my name. "What?"

"Do you have another toothbrush?" I asked her calmly. She pulled her eyebrows together and pulled the blanket closer to her body as she wished to continue with her sleep.

"Damn, Jenna,"

"Since when do you curse?" She asked suddenly, but with a still sleepy tone.

She was probably awake enough to lead such a conversation with me.

I blushed and crossed my arms, acting as if I was insulted. I knew that she couldn't see me, but still I insisted on continuing with my acting.

"Can you just tell me if you have another toothbrush left?" I asked her in a now much more serious voice.

"White counter, right cabinet, first row, on the right." She said, closing her eyes more tightly.

"Where your towel was?"

"You used my towel?"

I blushed only more.

She shook her head, "You made yourself already feel like home here, girl!"

"Well, Jenna," I laughed. Although I had an incredible headache, I wanted to have a laugh with her.

I quickly left the bad and ran back to the bathroom as I knelt on the floor and opened the counter to search for a clean, new toothbrush. Tampons, hairspray, medication for... sleep problems?, condoms, and on the right my needed toothbrush. Oh, dear.

I took the toothbrush out of the package. I couldn't be late, again. Sure, no John Marbles was impatiently waiting for me this time – but my body frowned at the thought of arriving too late at Miss Smith's.

She somehow managed to make her employees, well, should I say, fear her? I realised that she somehow tried to build a friendship with me, otherwise she would not necessarily had given me the job to do those interviews, right?

Or it was simply because I was a beginning, little journalist and that was the only way to prove her my will to keep this job.

Whatever it was, I believed that she had a soft core hidden behind the hard facade of hers.

While I was still brushing my teeth, I went back and forth in the bathroom, not paying attention whether I was actually bumping something or not.

Why did I even have to go to work today?

When I suddenly bumped against something, I almost spat out the toothbrush but still held it firmly in my mouth. "Jenna?"

"Damn, girl, whatcha doin' in here? Going for a run in my bathroom?"

"Sorry," I tried to say while my mouth was still full of toothpaste. I turned to the sink and washed my mouth as I still felt Jenna's presence behind me, reminding me of the first event I went to – all in the name of Walgreen.

Back then, Jenna should have accompanied me to my way to Harry, making it easier for me to ask him for another interview. After a while, she had left me there, living my own nightmare.

Now, though, it was alright for me if she just stood right behind me and didn't acknowledge me all too well. I couldn't, or didn't want to, face her right now.

Firstly, I was in a hurry.

Secondly, I did not know what I could disclose from last night, what I should disclose from last night, nor what I wanted to disclose from last night.

As I dried my mouth with the same towel I had used to dry my face with, I avoided any look of Jenna's and put the toothbrush in the same container where the other two were in.

"So, you live here now?" She asked playfully, crossing her arms.

I decided to not go for her joke, "Today, I'll leave again."

"What's going on?" She asked as she noticed my sudden voice change. "Shay?"

"Nothing," I replied when I shrugged, wanting to change the topic. I had no sudden mood swings, but my brain had suddenly caught the memory of yesterday's evening and I didn't know how to deal with it. I was sure, Jenna didn't know better, either.

Although she worked at Walgreen longer than I, I was pretty sure that she had never had such an experience before.

Or had she, perhaps, agreed to many deals?

God, I, actually, knew her so little.

"You can tell me what's goin' on." Jenna explained to me, trying to hide her smile. She was in a playful mood – and I let her be. She didn't have to go to work, unlike me.

When I had arrived at hers yesterday, I had been so confused that I had almost forgotten to pay the taxi driver and had just thrown him the money and a little tip – I didn't know how much I had paid him – on his lap and had left the car, simply without giving him another glimpse.

Jenna had already been expecting me, and had looked just like now, maybe even sleepier, and hadn't even bothered me to greet me. She had pulled me in, and had closed the front door behind us before she strolled back to her double bed, sitting down and leaning her back against the headboard.

On her head there had been a sleeping mask, which must have fallen down this morning. I knew I would have noticed it, just like I had last night, because it was coloured in a strong pink in comparison to her elegantly kept home.

She had given me a short look, a small bit of her attention, until she had looked to her lap and then out of the window next to her bed.

Yesterday, there had been no way of talking to her about the evening, and how close I had gotten to Harry. I couldn't blame her for wanting me to spit it all out. She knew something was on my mind, but I didn't know if I was willing to talk about it.

"It's alright," I shrugged, "I need to... I have to get ready, I have to go to work, Jen." I, occasionally, called her Jen, because I knew she liked that. She blushed whenever I called her like that, and she couldn't ever say No to me when I did. But this time, I couldn't try her.

"To work?" She asked me and blocked my way out of the bathroom. It was slowly getting to hot in here.

"Yes?" This time I raised my voice. Was it weird, unbelievably abnormal to go get ready for work?

"Why?" She asked me before I looked back at her with a strange look on my face. Why? What, why?

Because today, not to my pleasure, was a working day?

Did she laugh about the fact that she didn't have to go to work unlike me?

I did not want to share that laugh with her, anyway.

"Since the Samuels' story you're incredibly moody, ya know that?" She pointed out and raised an eyebrow.

"Oh, really?" I answered, now deciding to play along with her. Was I really?

If so, I wasn't wondering why, because this man stressed me and found, again and again, a way into my mind that he liked to cross, and liked to cross the line while doing so.

I did not know if I liked him or if I hated him, but he was so, so incredibly interesting. I wanted to know anything about him, know everything about him, not just the matters of his business, but what people he surrounded himself with, whether they were good for him or his business, which of them were important to him – referring to both the business and personally – and whether he kept up his contacts well enough and, if so, how he kept them up – if he bought them something with his "hard earned" money, of whether he kissed them, just like me yesterday, and held them as gently just as me.

"Yeah, you are," Jenna answered, "You're givin' me so funny looks, and your brain is offline, and I dunno how to deal with you anymore. When you got here yesterday, I thought you were drunk, you should've seen yourself."

For a short moment I wondered if Brittany would have let me stay at hers if it wasn't for Jenna.

"Did you meet Harry though? Did he smell good?" She clapped her hands loudly, and almost jumped into the air.

Did she think I was sleeping with him?

That'd been the coronation, the cherry on top of it all.

"I met him, yeah," I began, "The interview went quite well." Was it really a lie? I didn't know anymore.

"This is great, oh my God, Miss Smith will be all proud of ya, and you gotta tell me all about it!" She raised her voice at the "all", and smiled at me when she squealed loudly.

I was sure Miss Smith would be proud of me, oh yes.

When Jenna noticed the look on my face, she calmed her body and stepped closer to me, still blocking the way out of the bathroom. "Is everything okay with you?"

I said nothing, but just looked down.

"Shit, Shay, what happened last night?"

"God, Jenna .." I murmured, hiding my face in my palms.

"It's okay," She said, "You ... Fuck, Shay, if Harry did something, I'll kill him myself."

"Hey..." I started before I heard the bell ringing. I wanted to let go of Jenna but she kept holding me even tighter.

I almost wanted to tear myself out of her embracing hug when she raised the word, "Don't worry, just ignore it."

"Do you expect anyone?" I asked, my mouth pressed against her shoulder. My voice came out almost muted as if I was being choked.

"I think that's some supplier, I didn't order anything though. My ordered shoes arrived a few days ago," She giggled. "Probably he'd like to deliver something ordered by my neighbours, and they ain't there, as always." She began to laugh even louder, probably wanting to make the situation a little more comfortable for the both of us.

"For sure?" I asked her suspiciously before she separated me from her own embrace, holding my upper arms firmly with her both hands. "Yes, certainly," She stated in an almost strained voice.

She let go of me as soon as the doorbell rang again, this time followed by knocking. "You should answer the door," I almost demanded her, "I have to get ready."

"But you don't have to," She said quickly, still blocking my way. Damn, what do you want?

"I've called you off from work, I ha-,"

"Wait, Jenna, you did what?!"

"You were fucking awake!" She lifted her hands in the air and looked at me as if I was gone absolutely crazy.

"When was I awake?" I tried to sort my questions in my head one by one as my thoughts were, again, interrupted by ringing and very loud knocking on the door that scared the both of us.

"You were awake when I called Miss Smith," She explained as the knocking stopped for a few seconds.

"Was I?"

"Yes, Shay, you were. I said you needed time to write the interviews. You do, dontcha?"

Yes, I needed it, but I certainly would have found the right time during my working hours. Even though I was new and constantly confronted with workshops that included both creative writing and knowledge in business, it was alright, and my calendar wasn't as full as Jenna thought it was.

"Better answer the door," I demanded this time as I clenched my fists.

God, yes, I barely had any desire for going to work today, but it would've given me the chance to report Miss Smith's about yesterday's evening and to calm her, telling her that I didn't totally mess it up like she probably expected me to. Plus, it would've given me the chance to not confront with Jenna's interested ego which compelled me to tell her anything – absolutely anything.

In her opinion, I should've already be informed about Harry's shoe size.

"No," She replied in a stern voice.

Were we fighting?

I didn't want her to mistrust me, because I had always told her everything that was running around in my mind, but this time something stopped me.

Not that I wanted to keep Harry for myself, well, maybe I also wanted that, but I couldn't tell her absolutely anything. I didn't want to let that happen.

And God only knew how much her jealousy would grow if I told her about Brittany. Jenna was rarely one to be jealous, but the fact alone that she could be there and then was reason enough to not even mention Brittany.

The knocking on the door stopped now, and for a short time I expected Jenna to keep blocking my way out of the bathroom until she finally left her now firmly marked place on the floor and went back to her small bedroom.

I switched off the light in the bathroom and followed her. As I arrived in the bedroom, I saw her sitting on the bed, fiddling with her small hands.

"Don't you trust me?" She asked me, looking at me.

God, she could make someone crazy if she wanted to. She could make someone lose their fucking mind.

"I do."

"But?"

"I... God, I don't know," I decided to take a seat right next to Jenna and to, just like her, stare at the wall in front of us.

"What shouldn't I know?" She asked.

When I finally dared myself to look at her, I saw her looking at me already, analysing my following actions and facial expressions.

"I kissed Harry"