Hungover Weekend Update: Part Two

Scott's eyes got big and I don't think I've ever seen him look that shocked. He shot off the bed and began fixing his sweatpants. I went and grabbed my shirt from the floor. Once it was on, I was proper to face whatever stranger was lingering.

"Who is that?" I quietly asked. Nobody lived with Scott besides his parents and they were away. Could they have come back early? Even if they did, the voice sounded like it belonged to a younger woman.

"Jenna," Scott replied and I swear my heart sank. Scott wasn't looking at me as he slipped a pair of sneakers on. When I didn't say anything for a few seconds, he looked up at me. "Fuck, no," he began when he saw my blank express. "Not that Jenna, my sister. My sister's name is also Jenna."

I let out a sigh and dramatically clutched my chest. We smiled at each other. Scott walked over and grabbed my hand. "This might get a little intense. Can you handle that?"

"What do you mean?" I curiously asked.

"My sister's a little, well," he began as he scrunched up his face, trying to search for a delicate word. "Assertive," he finally landed on.

"Oh, boy," I replied. He grabbed my hand and guided me out of his bedroom.

"Jenna," Scott said with clearly fake enthusiasm. "What're you doing home?"

Jenna stared at Scott, then back at me in silence, and then back at Scott again. Scott and Jenna were clearly siblings, with similar cheekbones and lips, but Jenna did not have manly features. She was short, petite, and was rocking an unnatural blonde messy bun on the top of her head. She looked about twenty-years-old.

"Can't I come home for a weekend?" She asked with her hands on her hips.

"Of course," Scott said. He seemed to be getting annoyed, but was maintaining his composure. It was actually really sexy. "But why would you come home on a weekend when you know mom and dad are away? You're not planning on having a party are you?"

"No," she responded. "But it seems you're treating this place like a frat house."

Wow, Scott wasn't kidding when he said his sister was "assertive." The conversation between these two had been so intense, I didn't blame Scott for neglecting to introduce me. With Jenna's comment, though, I suddenly felt like I was in middle school and a boy's mom caught us making out. I grabbed my left elbow with my right hand as I tried to disappear.

"Jenna," Scott sternly responded. "This is Caroline. She's my girlfriend."

Girlfriend? Was I Scott's girlfriend? I made a mental note to jump up and down with my friends once I wasn't in the line of fire.

"Whatever," Jenna said, instead of congratulating us. "I'm going to take a shower and head out."

While Jenna basically ignored my existence, I made sure to call out, "nice to meet you" as she pranced down the hall.