three's a crowd | jenna ortega x reader, emma myers x reader

It's awkward. The set is awkward.

Everyone can sense something is going on. Emma isn't speaking to you. Jenna's avoiding you. They're both avoiding each other. You'd try and fix it if you could. But you have no idea what to do, who to turn to. The closest relationships you'd made in the short time you were on set were the very two people who'd got you in this entire mess.

Briefly, you consider calling your Mom. But you know there's nothing she can tell you that you don't already know.

You can't have both of them, she sing-songs in your head, you have to choose.

It's later that morning when Jenna ducks around the catering table to stop crossing paths with you, you see red.

You wait until she's in her chair, script in hand before marching over to her and giving her a piece of your mind.

"Stop avoiding me." You tell her, "It's childish. You're the one who told me you liked me. You don't get to tell me that and then ignore me for days after. I've done nothing wrong."

Jenna blinks back at you.

She swallows.

"Alright." She says, evenly, "That's fair."

You sit down next to her, not really sure of what to say. She seems to be in a similar predicament.

"Let's not make things awkward." She says, "Emma's my friend, and so are you. I never should have said anything. We can just pretend like it never happened."

"Is that what you want?" You ask, "To pretend like it never happened?"

"Yes." She says, averting her gaze.

You cross your arms.

"Fine. It never happened."

"So we're friends?" She says, looking at you carefully, "Only friends."

"Only friends." You say. Ignore the way your heart twists at the thought.

And then you leave her sitting by herself to go shoot. Try to ignore her eyes on you, watching you go.

Your scenes today are with Hunter, not Emma, thank god. If he can sense you want to crawl into a ball and let the earth swallow you whole, he doesn't show it. Instead, he sits down in the chair next to you and offers you a Twizzler. He's not hungover today, and seemingly very happy about it. Then he, not so subtly, tries to pry an answer out of you.

"You and Jenna looked pretty cozy last night," He says as he bites down into his candy, trying to sound non-committal, "Did something happen between you two?"

Only friends plays through your mind.

"No," You lie.

Hunter furrows his brow.

"Huh," He says, bites down on another twizzler, "Well, that's good, because I think Emma really likes you."

The agony doesn't let up for the rest of the day.

You have no idea what to do. There's a part of you that wants to find Emma, kiss her, tell her you'll never look twice at Jenna again. And then there's a part of you that wants to find Jenna. Do the opposite. You feel awful.

You don't deserve either of them.

When shooting wraps for the day, you have half a mind to go back to your apartment and wallow in your own self-loathing. Hunter has other ideas.

"Let's do dinner," He says, arm around your shoulder, "Joy and I will cook. And no offense but you look like you could use a home-cooked meal."

He's referring to the dark circles under your eyes from your sleepless night.