Chapter 290: Character
How do I even say this? I used to be a softie, for real.
If I was just some random bystander, I might've felt bad for Jenny and her one-sided crush.
But nah, I was in the thick of it. Knowing all the deets and her shady moves, all I felt was straight-up disgust and anger.
Loving someone ain't wrong. The screw-up is loving the wrong person in the wrong way, just messes everyone up.
Keep doing something dumb from the get-go is just asking for a trainwreck.
If she could just get it and back off, she could save herself a lot of heartache and move on.
But if she kept being a pain, who knows what crazy stuff she'd pull next, or how it’d all end.
Just thinking about it gave me a headache.
First, it was Daniel bugging me forever, and now Jenny? Ugh, even worse.
Why? 'Cause Daniel was after me, and I knew I’d never fall for him. But Jenny? She was after Brad. Even though I trusted Brad, what if she set him up and they ended up in bed?
The thought of someone eyeing Brad made my blood boil. Why did he have to be so damn good-looking? If I ended up with him, I'd probably be stressing forever.
But then again, knowing that amazing Brad was all mine made me secretly thrilled.
People are just so messed up like that.
"Why so quiet?" Brad asked, eyes on the road, noticing my silence.
I eyed the bit of his phone peeking out of his pocket and asked, "Brad, didn’t you say you left your phone?"
Brad thought for a sec and then smiled, "I rushed out and grabbed a phone from the table. Halfway through, I realized it was the wrong one, too late to turn back."
Even though he explained, I was still in a funk.
I sat there, sulking, not wanting to talk.
"You mad?" Brad reached over and ruffled my hair. "You never cared about accessories, and when you finally liked one, I bought it for you right after my meeting. I put it in my pocket carefully. But when I got home to give it to you, it was gone. I didn’t want to let you down, so I didn’t say anything. I went out this morning to look for it, but it wasn’t in the car or the office. Then I saw Jenny’s new post and realized she took it.
When I bought it, she was in the store too. We chatted a bit in the waiting area before I left. I never took it out of my pocket or took off my coat, so it couldn’t have fallen out. I only saw Jenny once at the boutique, so I checked the store’s surveillance footage. The owner’s a friend of my colleague, and he gave me a clip. Sure enough, she took it.
I never thought Jenny would pull something like this. She really let me down and pissed me off. Back at the Northern Institute of the Arts, she had a good rep with the faculty and students. How did she turn into this in just a few years?" Brad angrily smacked the steering wheel.
Brad was even more ticked off this time than when he got hit on in the middle of the night last time. He wasn't just mad; he looked kinda let down too.
No one would've guessed that carefree Jenny from back then would turn into such a pain now.
Honestly, I was fuming too.
I didn't care about a few grand; it wasn't even my money. If she really wanted it, she could've just asked, and Brad and I would've given her one as a gift. Even if it was pricier, as long as we could swing it, it wouldn't have been a big deal.
After all, we can't just repay a life-saving favor with cash. A few grand doesn't cover our gratitude.
But Jenny shouldn't have swiped it, right? That's a character thing.
No matter the reason, it couldn't fly.
Jenny's life-saving act had us all twisted up. It made us, the victims, the ones who had to play nice.
If it wasn't for Jenny, we could've just called the cops. But Jenny was different for us; we wouldn't, at least not now, send our savior to jail.
Brad was probably pissed about this too.
If it was anyone else who took such an expensive item without asking, we'd definitely go the legal route.
But since it was Jenny, we had to handle it differently.
We couldn't send our savior to jail over a few grand; anyone who heard about it would say we were heartless.
But if we let her get away with it, who knows what crazier stuff she'd pull next?
Thinking about this made me mad all over again.
"Who else can I blame? It's you, it's all your fault for being so damn handsome." I pouted and grumbled.
Brad chuckled at my words. He pinched my cheek and said, "Alright, don't be mad. Jenny wore the bracelet, so we don't want it anymore. Take some time to go shopping and pick out another bracelet. I'll buy it for you. This time, we'll go together to avoid any more mishaps."
I nodded.
Brad's attitude was cool, so I decided to let it slide for now.
"What about the bracelet?" It was worth a few grand. It'd be a waste not to wear it, but I felt gross wearing it.
Brad thought for a moment. "Since she wore it, you definitely can't wear it, and it's not cool to give it to someone else."
"What should we do? Give it to her? You're so generous. Fine, give it to her. Jenny's really something; she now rightfully owns a bracelet you willingly gave her."
I was livid!
No matter what Brad said, I refused to talk, arms crossed in anger.
Brad patiently said, "Don't say that. Be good, don't be mad. I still have some work to do at school. I'll take you back, and you can go shopping with Mia to pick out a new bracelet. Don't worry about the price; just pick what you like."
"No, I want to go back to school, to Crystal House." I pouted stubbornly.
Brad never wanted to make things hard for me, and he felt better with me at school, so he personally took me to Crystal House.
In the afternoon, Brad sent me a message saying Jenny had mailed the bracelet to him, so I could chill.
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