Who: Jenny & Ethan [and Jon eventually!] When: Friday, January 4th; Lunchtime [12pm+]. Where: Crows Landing High School. What: Jenny brings Jon some lunch at school, but runs into an old friend from her own high school days instead. Warnings: Presumably just some upping of the creep factor for now.
Fridays were often Jenny's days off from Sherlie's dental clinic. But with how things had been going at work, with Sherlie cancelling her appointments and refusing to answer calls, she was really fortunate to have gotten any time off. Crows Landing was a place of routine, people were used to things being a certain way and they didn't appreciate change. No one that she had called had been impressed about their appointments being called off last minute, but there wasn't much that Jenny could do about it.
Jenny certainly wasn't trained to perform any of the dental work herself, so the best that she could do was perform damage control with the regulars and help the dental hygienist and assistant with their cleaning and check-up appointments. They could do that much for people, but not much more. Genuine toothache sufferers across the town were out of luck. It was totally strange for Sherlie to do something like this, but although she had called her boss several times (both from work and home), Jenny was doing her best not to pry.. that was her resolution, in fact, after Dahlia had told her how well the second date with Gilman had gone. She was going to try to do her best to stop jumping to the worst possible conclusions right off the bat. She'd give Sherlie a few more days before she went knocking.
She was lucky to have this Friday off, she knew it, and she wasn't going to waste it. Or at least, not waste anymore of it. She had seen Chase off to school early that morning, driving him in and dropping him off, along with his new robot toy. Under the agreement that the robot would not leave his backpack during class. He didn't seem to want to put the stupid toy down, he even took it to bed with him, although Jenny often found herself waking up to find the robot in other places instead. The middle of her bedroom floor, or on top of her dresser. One morning, she had woken up to find Chase and the robot both in her bed, but the robot had been right on her pillow, right beside her head. She hadn't cared for that. Personally, she still thought the thing was sort of creepy, but if Chase enjoyed it.. well, she couldn't disappoint him. And she had paid quite a bit of money for the dumb thing.
After dropping him off, she had come home to spend some time writing. Or trying to write. In all honesty, most of her morning had been spent being distracted by watching Jerry Springer, and she ended up with only two pages written before looked at the time and decided to bring Jon some lunch.
Normally, she would have made something herself, but with how work had been going, her energy level was minimal. Dropping by Vic's and getting some takeout was much faster and easier, leaving her plenty of time to arrive at the school for lunch hour. Nothing had changed, it seemed, from her own time at CLHS a few years ago now. Students still huddled along the far side of the building, smoking. No matter how cold it was. Climbing out of her car and shivering a little against the cold, the blonde headed inside of the building with her brown paper bag.
The fact that Jon didn't get embarrassed when she dropped in to visit him, or to bring him lunch or something equally silly, was one of the things that she enjoyed most about him. There was no one that could say she didn't take care of Jon, just about any way he would let her. It was part of her natural instinct, as she often reminded people. Ian told her all the time that she had been acting like a mother for a lot longer than she had actually been a mother.
She knew the way to Jon's classroom, it had been her own history class once although Jon hadn't been her former teacher despite what people in town liked to insinuate, but it was empty when she arrived. Frowning slightly, the blonde used her free hand to fish her cellphone out of the purse hanging from her shoulder. She figured if he wasn't in his class, he was probably in the teacher lounge, so she sent Jon a quick text (Hi sweetie! I bought lunch, outside your room, where are you?), and leaned against the wall outside of his classroom to begin playing the waiting game.