Jensen: A Narrative Fiction

Words: 525
Pages: 3

“Now you listen to me. I don’t care what Jensen’s done in the past. That’s his business, not mine. I have a far crazier past than he does and you should be more scared of me than him,” I threaten, chaotically. “I’ve done a lot worse than he ever has. If you know who I was, you wouldn’t be threatening me with your buddies.”
“Put me down!” Carl yells.
“Okay,” I shrug and I loosen my grip.
He jerks down, but I catch him before he can fall. He screams like a little girl and I grin. He stares at me, breathing heavy and fear consuming his eyes. “You’re crazy,” he breathes in horror.
“Oh, yeah.”
“Crysta,” a deep voice booms and I turn my head. It’s Jensen. He appears lazily calm and his anger is gone. He stands ten yards away with his arms crossed. “Put him down,” he says.
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Jensen just throws me an annoyed look that screams ‘don’t.’
I sigh, yanking Carl back to the ground and throwing him into the arms of his friends. The guy can’t even stand on his own two feet as I start walking away. His entire body wobbles and he can’t seem to form any words. I stroll over to Jensen, trying not to laugh.
It’s probably best to leave before I start a real fight.
“You better watch your back, girl!” Carl finally screams, as Jensen and I march away.
“Carl, I suggest you shut your mouth before you actually piss her off,” Jensen says.
I smirk at this, trying not to laugh as we walk away. Once we’re out of sight and earshot, I break into a laughing fit, leaning against the cave wall. Jensen stops, scowling with disapproval. I can’t help the laughing. I really can’t. That kid’s meant to be a rebel when he looked ready to wet his pants.
He’s probably right about that crazy bit. A part of me is