Make Me Better

"Jenna." Frank gave her look, asking her to be quiet. What the hell was she talking about?

"No," She shook her head, "It's the truth."

"What are you talking about? I don't-" She had cut me off with a dramatic sigh. I could have punched her right then and there. The only thing from stopping me was Frank, I knew he wouldn't be too happy if I punched his girlfriend.

"Jenna, stop." Frank stood up and stood in between us, shielding me from her glare. I shook my head and I started to feel guilty again, "I said I was sorry, I didn't mean for anyone to gut hurt because of me." I said, looking at Frank.

"Oli, it's fine." He reassured with a smile. I knew if I stayed any longer, I would have said some very mean things to Jenna. It was the last thing i wanted to do, argue and fight.

"I should go." I mumbled. Frank started to protest but I shook my head and walked towards the front door. I could see the triumphant smile on Jenna's face as I passed her. I tried to not let it get to me.

I guess Jenna was a sort of right. It was my fault Frank had gotten into fight and ended up hurt. I kept reminding myself that she was his girlfriend, she cared for him. I wasn't even home yet when I heard Frank calling after me. I turned to see him jog to catch up with me.

"What are you doing?" He didn't even chance to reply before we heard another voice. A voice I didn't want to hear. Frank averted his gaze to somewhere behind me, I turned around quickly and saw Cooke.

"How did you find me?" I blurted out.

"Never mind that, I just wanted to make sure that you were ok." Cooke said. I heard Frank groan behind me "I said to just wait for me, what are you doing here?" I knew who he was talking to. This was all very weird.

I finally looked over at Cooke, really studying his face. Frank was right, he really did do a number on him.

"Are you ok?" I whispered. Not wanting Frank to hear. He was still arguing silently with Jenna.

"I look that bad, huh?" I laughed and nodded quickly.

"Anyway, what the hell are you doing, asshole?" Frank had walked between us. "Frank." I whispered as I touched his arm lightly.

"Just making sure Olive was doing ok." Cooke said through gritted teeth.

"Maybe if you didn't let her get drunk and high you wouldn't have to worry about that." Frank sneered.

"I came here to talk to Olive, not you."

"I don't give a fuck." They were staring each other down, I didn't know what to do. I walked from behind Frank to stand by his side.

"Will you two stop?" I asked.

"I have to go. I'm glad you're doing fine." Cooke murmured as he ignored Frank's comments and focused on me. I nodded, not knowing what to say. Cooke had manged to turn my life upside down in only one night. I didn't know if I was mad at him. If anyone should be blamed, it should be me. I was going to hug Cooke but decided not to, it would just piss Frank off even more. I felt a bit relieved when Cooke had left but then I remembered Jenna wasn't too happy with me.

"What an asshole." Frank muttered.
I sighed, "If you should be mad at anyone, it should be me. I was the one who went back, I was practically looking for trouble."

"I can't be mad at you." Frank said, receiving a frustrated groan from Jenna. I had almost forgot that she was here.

"What?" I snapped, She was really starting to get to me.

"I don't like you, Olive. You're always out with MY boyfriend.-" Frank had cut her off, "Jenna, will you please just shut up?" She had a expression of shock when Frank had told her to shut up.

"Ok, well. Frank and I are just friend." I mumbled.

"Oh, yeah? It doesn't look that way." She scoffed, she was staring at me with such anger it was really starting to bother me. I had never done anything to her. "He always leaves me for you."

"I don't ask him to be with me half the time, ok?" I snapped. Sure, I had called Frank once or twice to hang out. I was never aware that he had been with Jenna. Well, there was that one time when he had come over to see what was wrong, and even then I had tried to convince him to go back with Jenna.

"Oh, god." Frank muttered as he ran a hand over his face.

"Just admit it." She snapped.

I gave her a confused look, "Admit what?"

"You like Frank."

Frank and I exchanged amused glances. "Are you kidding?" I asked with a smile. The fact that we were laughing seemed to frustrate Jenna even more.

"No, I'm not."

"Jenna, you need to calm down. You're say things that you don't really mean-" Frank said in a soothing voice.

"I do mean them, are you telling me that you don't think Olive likes you?" She asked.

"No, we're friends." I had even said it but when Frank said it, it had triggered something. Some new feeling. I felt a bit hurt.

"See?" I asked, trying to shake away the unfamiliar feeling. Jenna was acting crazy, It was actually quite funny.

"Well, I'm going to head home." I smiled happily towards Jenna, "I'll see you later, Frank." I added, knowing it would tick Jenna off. I would have loved to have stood there and keep arguing but I was hurt.

It was a weird feeling, I couldn't really place my finger on it. Why had that effected me so much, he was only telling the truth. It was the truth. What was with me?

Maybe I was still high.