Twenty

ARABELLA.

Just then, a feminine voice called Jack.

Jack and I turned at the same time and saw a slim girl walking toward us. I remembered the girl, I saw her in the dining room just before I fainted that day.

“Who is she?” I whispered, asking Jack just as she ambled closer to us.

“Her name is Jenny,” Jack said before she got to us. The next moment, she got nearer and then instantly wrapped her hands around Jack’s neck and whispered something into his ears before giggling when Jack's eyes went wide. I wondered what she had told him to make his eyes go wide.

“Jenny, don't be childish.” Jack scoffed. I felt a little out of place but I did not let it get into my head. I was out of place, I did not belong here and I should be grateful for all of these.

“I am not childish and you know it. I am better than you when it comes to maturity!” Jenny laughed, slapping his huge biceps. She looked like a pick-me girl from a teenage drama. I did not think Jenny and I would get along just right.