For a game of truth or dare, your dare was to get Jenna mad. Which was utterly ridiculous and certainly impossible. Everyone laughed on how you explained it was hard to make her mad. Which everybody agreed. Even she agreed.

You both have been dating since you were twenty. Now both of you are twenty one almost twenty two. A year technically, almost a year and a half. And barely anything bothered her. No matter what you never found a way to make her mad. She wasn’t the jealously type, nor the overprotective type, neither a clingy type.

she was just chill. No matter how late you stayed up, no matter how much time you didn’t prioritize on her, there was barely anything to provoke her.

One time you broke her favorite figure of Walter White that was signed by the actor itself and she didn’t even seem to care. She fixed it with no pain or anger in her eyes. Or when one time, when she went to New York for a photoshoot and she left her goldfish with you to take care and you accidentally killed her pet goldfish by overflowing it with food. She didn’t even snarl at you when she came back. She just got a new one saying she did miss it but it is what it is alongside adding she isn’t mad.

The dare was almost finished because you wanted quit, when you accidentally pressed played on a song called dance monkey while trying to play another song instead. Jenna looks towards you and says halfway tense, “Take it off.” You noticed the tension between her voice and her eyes and you smirk, you finally found her spot. “how about no.” Everyone laughed as her smiled faded. Turning into the Wednesday stare she had master in the set of Wednesday. Everybody figured the song that had triggered cortisol and adrenaline in a bad way. They laughed. “Watch when we get home.” She spoke, while everyone looking at you in laughter and telling you that you are cooked. Jenna stare turns cold as the song continues. You’ve been told hundreds of times that the scariest thing is when the chill, nice person gets mad. It’s true.