Dreaming Of You - Jenna Ortega imagines

I knew you'd haunt all of my what-ifs - j.o

(HEAVILY based on catradora, so like youre catra in this situation and shes adora ig???)

In which you're put against her

Listen to: Cardigan - Taylor Swift

You hated fighting Jenna. You hated her.

Not really.

You hated the fact that she left you. You hated the fact that she never said anything to you about leaving. And when she did, they manipulated you. They made you think she hated you, telling you lies and lies. You were one of the strongest ones there, without Jenna to help calm you down, it was over.

You and Jenna were supposed to rule the world, side by side, hand in hand. You both wanted to take over, climbing up the ranks. You knew her like the back of your hand and vice versa. You knew her moves, and she knew yours.

Fighting her for the first time killed you. You thought you hated her, you let all your anger out. You yelled at her the whole time, and she just stayed silent. She took it all. You hated that she did that. You wanted an answer. You wanted to know why she left you, why she's with the Royals. 

Something changed with her. You didn't know her moves like you used to. She even had you on the edge of a cliff, gripping onto your shirt. You kept on pressing for an answer from her. Yet, nothing prevailed. She just pulled you back to land and left.

That night, you felt yourself almost cry. You kept on thinking about why she would leave you. You kept on thinking and thinking.

As the months went on, you felt yourself shifting opinions. As you and Jenna kept on fighting, the more she tried to explain, but you decided to be stubborn. Some of your peers managed to get you drunk and you slipped up.

You told them about how you felt about the whole thing, how you missed Jenna. By the next morning, you didn't remember anything you told them, just that you guys were having some drinks. 

Your boss had called you in, scolding you for what you told people. They were livid, more than you've ever seen. You felt like a kid again, when you wrote on the walls with permanent marker and your parents were yelling at you. You didn't make a move, not a single emotion. You couldn't make a reaction, you were frozen. You knew you were stronger than this, but you just took it.

And now, here you were, tied up, getting beaten. They were trying to get information from you, but you kept your lips tight. You wouldn't speak until Jenna came. 

You took another punch to the face, your lip was busted and blood was flowing out of your nose. "Why the fuck won't you say anything!" 

You huffed at them, smirking and spitting out blood. "I won't speak until she gets here."

They were sick of your shit, kicking you in the stomach, which knocked your chair over. You let out a quiet grunt, not wanting to break. "Fuck, just call her in."

"You know, I didn't expect this from you royals!" You yelled. "Thought you guys had a whole morality thing." You heard stomps coming back to you, the man stood over you, you can tell he was pissed, you kept your smug smirk.

He mocked you. "You think you're funny." He shoved his heel into your stomach. You heaved.

"That's enough. Landon." The voice you were waiting for cut in. He let out a sound, sounded like a growl, and spat on you. You spat out blood back at him, groaning when he left. "What happened to you?" She laughed at you.

She pulled the chair you were in back up, trying not to laugh at you. You rolled your eyes at her. "I turned myself in." You knew that caught her off guard. The smirk she had was gone, and she went serious.