All Chapters of Jenny & Jay - Volume 1: Chapter 61 - Chapter 70

We were expecting Brad the next day, so Amber was really excited.Jenny came over too, at my sister’s request, which made the lunch feel less formal.The doorbell rang, and Amber ran to open it. Jenny and Brad were both standing at the door.“We ran into each other at the entrance,” Jenny explained and greeted everyone. I was used to not getting a kiss in front of others.Brad was a tall guy with brown hair and a bit of a beard. He seemed likable.“Come in, have a seat—lunch is ready,” Mom said. “Andrew did the cooking. I’m a terrible chef.”“I’d say she’s… unique,” Dad laughed.We sat down to eat. Jenny sat next to me, and Brad took the seat beside Amber.“So, Brad,” Dad began as everyone started eating, “tell us about yourself.”“I’m an architect. I recently started my own business,” Brad said.“Do you have any siblings?” I asked.“Yes, I have an older sister,” he replied. “She’s married and has two adorable little girls.”“Messyhair,” Jenny said before Mom could ask another questio

That afternoon, I went to the movies with the guys. The swimmers were there, the basketball players, and a few distant acquaintances. Some came with girlfriends, some with sisters, some alone. We had to buy tickets for several rows, so we ended up sitting far apart.The basketball players and us swimmers already had some history, so I wasn’t even surprised when Alan started giving me a hard time.“Jay, where’s that hot girl of yours?” asked Alan, one of the basketball players.Alan was as tall as me, lean and muscular, but his dark skin and short buzz cut made him look completely different.“She’s away with her family,” I said, hoping to end the topic quickly.“I saw some pictures of her in a shop window,” Alan continued. “Not gonna lie—she’s smoking hot. Let me know if you ever get tired of her.”“We saw them too,” a few others chimed in.Well, that wasn’t supposed to happen. I need to talk to Amber.“Alan, after me, she’d find you pretty underwhelming,” I laughed, making sure he kne

The next morning, after breakfast, we said goodbye to the family and cleaned up the aftermath.“Got any plans after the cleanup, son?” Dad asked.“No, the two girls are coming over this afternoon so I can study with them,” I said. “Jenny’s not arriving until New Year’s Eve morning, so I don’t have much going on until then. If I’m lucky, I’ll still get to see her this year,” I added with a hint of sarcasm.Over the next few days, Brian and Frankie spent a lot of time at my place—they were the ones escaping their families now.“You coming to Paul’s New Year’s Eve party tomorrow?” Brian asked between two movies.“Yeah, Jenny and I definitely want to stop by. We agreed on that before she left,” I sighed. “Though she was supposed to get here earlier. Now she’s only arriving tomorrow morning.”“I miss my girl too,” Brian said. “She’s not coming back until next year.”Mayoko had gone to Japan with her parents—they were spending the whole break there. That had to be even harder.“Son, I think

“I heard your dress is nice—though it doesn’t look that short,” I teased as we dropped Mickey off and headed to Paul’s. It was already dark, but I could see the dress covered her knees.“Oh, you’ll definitely have something to say about it,” she winked and took my hand.The party had already started by the time we arrived.Paul’s house was huge—more like a small mansion. The ground floor had a massive foyer with several closed doors. Except for the bathroom, all private rooms were locked, and the foyer had been set up for the party. Two staircases curved up from either side, but the upper level was roped off. Along the walls, long tables were lined with food and drinks, and tall cocktail tables stood on either side. The color scheme was black and cream, and every detail of the house matched perfectly. A music system stood in the corner, with speakers in each corner of the room playing music.“Your house is amazing, Paul,” I said. “Don’t you think so too, babe?” I asked Jenny.“I’ve be

Jenny showed up not long after my SOS call.“Good morning, Mr. and Mrs. Simmons,” she greeted politely, glancing around the kitchen. My dad moved to the dining room with interest, and Mom followed, both pretending to be busy on their laptops.Jenny checked what was prepped in the fridge and started giving me instructions—what to do, how to do it. The kitchen wasn’t foreign to her. She was confident, and I liked that.All I really had to do was cook the pre-marinated meat and prepare a side dish, but even that felt complicated to me.“Nope, not like that,” she laughed. “Don’t burn it—just sear it. Here, I’ll show you.”She stepped in front of me and took the wooden spoon from my hand. Her hip brushed against mine—it was hard to concentrate.“You’re attractive,” I whispered to her in Italian, so my parents wouldn’t understand.Dad cleared his throat gently, and Jenny didn’t say a word—she just stepped aside.“Look, darling, there’s a mouse crawling on the floor,” she said in Italian, no