Chapter 368 Stance
"Look, whether I'll be embarrassed or not ain't up to me, it's all on who Brad picks, right? Jenny, you're all up in my business about Brad; I appreciate the concern, really. But as long as I'm breathing, I ain't leaving Brad, no way. If Brad falls for someone else, that's a whole different ball game. If that's what you're aiming for, we can just stop this chat right here."
I thought about just bouncing, but Jenny piped up again.
Not sure if my words hit a nerve, but Jenny's face got all stormy. You could see the rage and hate in her eyes, clear as day.
Jenny chucked the little spoon in her hand into her cup. After a sharp clink, juice splashed everywhere, leaving spots on her fancy top.
Jenny snapped, "Jane, don't piss me off. I came to talk to you face-to-face out of respect. You're nothing but a mutt to me. Be smart and stay away from Brad, or I'll wreck you."
I gripped my phone tight. Her arrogance pissed me off, but I kept my cool. She was acting all high and mighty, but I stood my ground. When it comes to Brad, I ain't backing down.
Maybe Jenny wanted me to lose it so she could use it against me and Brad. Like, if I shoved her, threw juice at her, or cussed her out.
Too bad for her, I ain't dumb enough to give her ammo to use against me and Brad.
Brad's mine, and I couldn't stand the thought of being away from him or letting him get hurt because of me. I wouldn't let him bow down just 'cause I messed up.
"Don't push for something that ain't yours; it's embarrassing to lose your pride. Brad's mine, always will be. So stop wasting your time. I got stuff to do, so I'm out," I shot back, no mercy.
I got up and started to leave. After a few steps, I heard her yelling behind me, "Jane, you're too naive; you put love above everything. You can ignore me all you want, but I won't let you forget this. You won't get your happy ending."
Jenny finally showed her true colors, and they were ugly.
I stopped, not wanting to see her nasty face, so I didn't turn around. But I had to say my piece, "Watch your mouth. You wouldn't ignore the law and off me, right? In this age of cameras everywhere, don't dig your own grave. I know I can't match you in money or power. But even if I die, I won't give up on Brad."
"Brad will dump you and pick me," Jenny said, losing her cool and not caring about her status or the people watching us.
Hearing her rant, I couldn't help but wonder if she was really that nuts about Brad or just couldn't stand losing to someone like me.
I chuckled to myself. If she was so sure of herself, she wouldn't be here. This was just her insecurity showing.
Dumb chicks fight other chicks; smart ones go after the guys. Maybe she tried to handle Brad but couldn't, so she came to me to stake her shaky claim.
"I'll wait for him to tell me himself." With that, I turned and walked away, feeling pretty good about it.
Something crashed behind me, loud enough to make everyone look. Then came her cursing, but I was too far to catch the words, and honestly, I didn't care. Only losers resort to throwing tantrums and insults.
No wonder the Taylor family didn't want her. With her low emotional and intellectual IQ, she was out of her league.
Jenny's outburst caught the attention of a bunch of students.
Jenny causing a scene at National Capital University? What was she thinking? Had she lost it?
This showdown with Jenny went just as I thought—ugly.
She wanted to scare me off, but she didn't expect someone as chill as me to stand firm. I didn't budge an inch.
I wanted to show my unbreakable love for Brad, but Jenny tricked herself into thinking she'd win, just to spite me. Our clash had no real fireworks, and there were no winners.
I felt pretty good while arguing, but once I stepped outside and cooled off, worry and regret hit me.
Jenny was the client, while Brad was the project manager. If she wanted to mess with Brad, she had plenty of ways, and only Brad would get hurt. I acted on impulse.
I started to regret it. I shouldn't have pissed her off; Brad could handle it. Jenny probably knew this too; she just wanted everyone to be as miserable as she was.
I walked out of the cafeteria, dazed. The midday sun was blinding, and I raised my hand to block it, only to have someone grab my arm.
The person yanked me so hard I almost fell.
All the anger I'd been holding in exploded, and I snapped before I even saw who it was, "Are you nuts? Watch it, you could hurt someone."
The person didn't seem to care about my attitude. Once I steadied myself, they let go and asked, "Are you okay? Did you get hurt?"
I shielded my eyes from the sun and saw him standing there. His tall, thin frame didn't block much light, but the worry and urgency on his face were touching.
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