Lisa
My phone beeps once... twice... a third time. What the hell? I groan and roll over, bumping into a warm body as I do - the woman stirs in her sleep but does not wake.
It takes me a moment to remember where I am. The covers smell different - like perfume - and there's too much sunlight streaming through the window. My room is never this bright. I look over and all I can see is a mass of tangled red hair and smooth, pale skin.
It comes back to me. The redhead - what's her name? Nadia, Nancy, Narelle.... fuck, I can't remember. I know it starts with an "N." Christ, I need to get out of here.
I slip from the sheets as stealthily as possible and begin to dress. The redhead doesn't stir - she's out cold.
My phone is in my pocket - I want to check my messages, to see who is texting me so early, but my conscious is screaming at me to get the hell out as quickly as possible and do that later. I never argue with my conscious.
Once I'm outside, in the damp Seoul air, I let out a huge breath. I feel like I can breathe again. I quickly realise I have no idea where I am - outside of several tall apartment complexes - but I walk, deciding to figure out my location and call a cab when I'm a safe distance away. The last thing I need is for redhead to poke her head out the window and catch me trying to escape.
As I walk, I check my messages. The first is from Jennie, and I grin - she's texted me her address. Nothing else. No "I can't wait for tomorrow" or "I'm looking forward to it." Not even a signature.
That's fine, I muse. Kai said she'd be a toughie. But if there's one thing I know about women, it's that they're all the same - work them for a bit, feed them a little bullshit, and they'll be eating out of your hand in no time.
Apparently, Kai had a problem with this girl, which was a shame because he'd supposedly been desperate to bed her. He claimed she wore a fucking chastity belt or something. But I got to admit - any girl who rejects Kai, is cool with me.
I have messages from two different girls, both sent last night, inquiring of my whereabouts. Then the last three, sent in consecutive increments, were from Kai.
Kai: You fuck her yet?
Kai: Dude, don't ignore me just cause I was right
Kai: Pay up
Christ, that fucker is God damn annoying. I don't respond right away, and before I get around the corner he's texted me again.
Kai: I see how it is
I text him back.
Lisa: Would you get off my back? We never said it had to be last night.
Kai: What's your strategy?
Lisa: That's none of your concern
Kai: Well I hope it's good dude. Good luck - you're going to need it for this chick.
I sigh in annoyance and debate answering, finally realising it isn't worth my time. I call a cab from the corner and return the phone to my pocket.
