Jenna Hamilton Awkward Novels & Stories

And this thing I'm wearing—a dress for dolls—is too large for my delicate little body! "Did you guys hear that?" Jenna exchanges a grin with her friends. "Her voice is so small! And look at this—" her finger lifts the dress, revealing my stomach. She pokes the little pouch, snorting in amusement. "She is still fat! Look at that belly!" Isla and Sarah laugh hysterically, and Jenna joins in with them. Their thundering voices make my heart clap inside my chest. I don't want to be this small anymore! "Hey, hey, could we hold a hamster wedding? Isla has a hamster inside her room that could be the groom!"

Adam commented, and I laughed awkwardly, he was still a stranger to me after all. My back suddenly stiffened up as I felt a hot piercing gaze behind me, I instinctively turned back to see Damon's parents looking at my direction. Those pathetic losers, they should be grateful I decided to nothing till I get the full picture of everything. "I'll go talk with Jenna." I announced and quickly left aunt's side since it was still relatively awkward for me, I don't like or hate the Adam guy, he had to prove himself first. "Where's Liam?" I asked the moment I got to Jenna and she pouted at me looking hurt.

Even Eliza was there, openly flirting with one of Liam’s ex-board members and making him so flustered he accidentally buttered the side of his wine glass. At one point, Jenna unveiled her wedding planning prototype app, which she called “WedMeNow”, and proceeded to conduct a live demo in which she accidentally matched me with someone named "Kyle, 41, who is emotionally available and owns a sailboat." Liam immediately growled, “Block Kyle.” Morgan toasted to “chaotic beginnings, passive-aggressive boardrooms, and finally getting laid.” I almost choked on my steak. It was, by far, the most bizarre, hilarious, perfect night of my life.

Mr Hall's voice echoed through the gap between his front teeth, which immediately reminded Jenna of Jim Carrey from dumb dumber. Instantly, thirty sets of eyes focused on Jenna, making her heart beat faster. She could feel her sweat, beading onto her forehead. She felt like she lost her voice before she even began to speak. She tried to practice her Canadian accent at home but failed epically which made her decide to settle for her British accent. "Hi, my name is Jenna Kennedy and I just moved here from England, I moved to Canada because it's a great place to live in." Jenna introduced herself, after taking a deep breath.

She stared up at his face and a soft smile played on her lips. And at that moment, images of her on her knees, with his dick in her mouth, came streaming back to Ace. “Oh, Jenna. Hey, what are you doing in Massachusetts?” “I came to support you. I'm friends with a few Harvard students on F******k, and I saw a post about you playing in the game tonight after being MIA. I thought I'd come and surprise you — I am pissed I missed the match, though.”

He looked frustrated, like he was trying to piece together something too big to understand. “Same,” I echoed, my voice flat. “I couldn’t explain it. I had to show you.” And I was glad I had. I just hoped I wouldn’t have to do it again. A silence fell over us, heavy and awkward, before Jenna broke it. “God, I feel so weird,” she announced, shifting uncomfortably, her hand resting over her chest as if trying to calm her racing heart. “Yeah, it makes me feel weird afterward too,” I admitted, looking at her apologetically. “Especially when I touch someone. It makes me feel like I'm going to throw up.”

His smile was fixed. “He's going to cry,” Victoria said. “Definitely,” Nathaniel replied. “I give him two minutes.” The music changed. Everyone stood. Jenna walked down the aisle alone—no father to give her away, no mother to hold her hand. She was wearing a simple white dress, her dark hair loose around her shoulders, her smile radiant. She was not a beautiful woman, not in the conventional sense. Her features were too sharp, her smile too wide, her hips too wide for designer gowns. But when she looked at Marcus, her face transformed. She became, in that moment, the most beautiful woman Victoria had ever seen.

"So... how long have you and Julian been dating?" Jenna asked Charlene in a desperate attempt to fill the awkward silence. She found it so hard to talk to the only other girl in the friendship circle--if you could call it that. They were more like a pack of animals than a group of mates. "A while... why?" she shot back, curling her full lips in disdain. "You seem like a really cute couple," Jenna said, trying her best to be nice despite the other girl's cruel mannerisms.

Alpha Jackson POV Dammit, I can’t believe how things turned out. That damn Caleb Sweeting was still haunting me. All these years, I had thought he was dead. Instead, he had been waiting to exact his revenge. His mate had been a beautiful woman, she had been hard to resist. I met her before I met my dear Luna. Beta Gregory and I were much younger then and perhaps some would say selfish men. If we saw something we liked, we usually took it. And usually there were never any complaints.

I rolled my eyes playfully, “Maybe.” “Oh-Huh. Who is he?” She asked, smirking, as she flipped through a rack of Summer dresses. I took a deep breath. “His name is Maddox. That teacher, we picked.” Trailing my fingers over my soft fabric, I continued. “He is different. Nerdy, awkward, kind, not a maniac or control freak.” Jenna paused, narrowing her eyes. “Oooh, a good guy alert. I love this already.” Then she winked mischievously. “So, you like his teaching? Did he teach you something about love and relationships?”