Confrontation

Jessica moved her blurry gaze around the dining table in search of a response.

"And so? Can't I do that much? Or are you going to tell me what and what not to do now?" She flared up, her face contorted with rage.

"Jessica, can we just talk like two adults without you flaring up? It's not like anyone can control this but the fact that you kept moaning Cruz's name only meant you've been thinking about him. It's worrisome. This guy is getting into your head and I can swear he's just using you. I know Cruz and…"

"You know what? I'm done pretending. Yes! Cruz and I are in a relationship. I never imagined it but it somehow happened. But you know what? He's never asked me for s*x nor has he ever tried taking advantage of me for the few weeks I spent with him." She declared openly, at this point, unconcerned about what Leah thinks of her.

"You keep going on and on about how much you know Cruz just because of how he lives his social life, but have you ever lived with him? NO! So why judge