Enigmatic Eyes | JENLISA

Chapter 6

Jennie cleared the kitchen table of its usual items, replacing it instead with her laptop, biology book, notes, and her exam.

She pulled her hair up in a messy bun, rowdy curls fell about her face but it didn't bother her, she had other matters occupying her mind at the moment. Haruto was at soccer practice with Jisoo, so she'd have the place to herself for the evening... alone with the infamous Lisa Manoban. She wasn't nervous. If she was positive of anything it was that she could handle Lisa and her incessant flirting. She was already expecting it, given the girl's recent behaviors and attempts. But Jennie was prepared for it. Ready to throw it right back in her face and watch in amusement as the brunette swallowed thickly after being rejected yet again.

The loud rumble of an overly-priced engine drew her attention to the window facing the street, and she caught glimpse of the charcoal Audi R8 just as it pulled to a stop into her driveway. Figures. Typical player wheels. She looked at her watch. 5:55 PM. She was early.

Jennie lingered just behind the front door, waiting for the bell to ring before she reached for the knob. She heard light footsteps rushed up the front porch stairs and the creaking of wood as Lisa approached the front door. Then there was a pause. Jennie listened intently, trying to determine what made Lisa hesitate. Jennie heard her mumble incoherently from beyond the wooden door, and after yet another pause, the doorbell finally screeched to life.

Jennie waited a few seconds before pulling the door open, twisting her face into a defensive scowl and stiffening her posture in preparation, ready to confront Lisa the second their eyes locked. Only the joke was on Jennie this time around, because the instant that door swung open, revealing the figure waiting patiently beyond its threshold, Jennie felt her resolve quickly crumbles.

"Hi, Jennie." Lisa spoke softly, tone firm but not overwhelming. "May I come in?" Lisa calmly waited for the confirmation, receiving a nod from the brunette in response. As she strolled in, Jennie grudgingly watched her, taking in her whole appearance and secretly wishing Lisa would have picked a different choice of outfit. The loose-fitting basketball jersey, combined with the ankle-tight sweatpants and the slicked-back ponytail drew her wandering eyes in like magnets. Her arms were fully exposed, along with her ribcage from the dipping slit on the sides of the jersey, and the muscles -god, does she work out?- along with that tattoo sleeve running down the length of her right arm, and the cologne...goodness, that cologne just screamed sensuality and roughness, and... Don't you dare go there, Jennie! What the hell are you doing!

"You have a lovely home." Lisa turned to meet her with warm eyes and an equally warm smile. "Thank you again for having me over, I really appreciate it." Jennie returned her smile timidly, eyeing her suspiciously. Well...this is new. Is this a new flirting technique she's trying out?

"Er, thanks. It's my mother's house. Not mine." She led Lisa into the kitchen, showing her where she could settle down. Lisa smiled again, reaching in her schoolbag and pulling out a ceramic, Starbucks cup. It had been personalized; Jennie's name was engraved in gold into its porcelain surface.

"I figured I owed you an apology for my mishap yesterday." Lisa handed her the cup, and before having the chance to even process what she was doing, Jennie reached for it, taking it from her grip. "I really am sorry, Jennie... It was an accident but I still feel extremely guilty. I hope you accept this as an apology and a thank-you for helping me tonight." Jennie looked into her doe eyes, analyzing them curiously before concluding that Lisa was being sincere. There was no trickery present. "Oh! It's also spill-proof! I made sure to get a lid that doesn't leak." She gave Jennie a sly smile, but it was soft... free of her usual arrogance, Jennie noted.

"Oh, well, thanks... I guess." Jennie responded, still trying to understand what the hell was happening. Why she was being so...normal? "I think we should get started, I only have a few hours."