Jenna wasn’t the type to fall easily. She was careful, guarded, always thinking two steps ahead. But then there was you—reckless, unpredictable, and just the right amount of trouble.

It started on set. You weren’t even an actor, just someone who worked behind the scenes. Maybe that’s what made it worse—how much you didn’t try to impress her, how you treated her like just another person instead of Jenna Ortega, Hollywood star. You were charming in the most frustrating way, always a little too casual, a little too teasing.

You are the toxic type in relationships.

She told herself she wasn’t interested. Then she found herself watching you more than she should, feeling that stupid rush when you smirked at her, laughing at things she shouldn’t find funny.

But Jenna wasn’t dumb. She saw the way you moved through life without a care, how you never really let anyone in. A walking red flag, wrapped in a leather jacket and bad decisions.

And yet, here she was—leaning on a railing during a break, stealing glances at you, wondering why the worst choice was always the most tempting.