Jennie
I stop to get my prescription filled on the way home. It's nearly eight o'clock when Hae-in and Jisoo arrive, and while waiting for them I change into pyjamas, break out the buffalo ranch Doritos, and send a quick text to Lisa.
Jennie: Just thought you should know it's only sprained, not broken. Hate to say I told you so, but...I told you so ;)
I smile as I send it, wondering if she's in Busan yet. It's only an hour or so of a drive so she should be close.
Does she see women there? Will she fuck someone tonight? I tell myself that I don't care. It's like my new mantra: I don't care... I don't care... I don't care... But truthfully, the thought of her taking me out, putting up with the total fuckery I brought upon us, being incredibly sweet while I got the IV, and then rushing to her other house to fuck someone else in a different city after calling me beautiful, well... it doesn't sit well with me.
She could be fucking you tonight, screams my subconscious. My inner girl power scoffs. As if! You do remember you're just a bet, right?
I groan in frustration. Sure, she's cocky, but she doesn't seem like a total asshole. At least not the majority of the time. And what human being that good-looking wouldn't be cocky? Hell, I'd be cocky if I was Lisa.
Things would be so much easier if she was annoying. She'd be much easier to resist then. If she tries to kiss me again I fear I'll either give in or spontaneously combust.
I wonder, fleetingly, what would have happened if I didn't know about the bet. Would I have given in by now? Would she be collecting her winnings from that fuck bag Kai while I inhale Ben and Jerry's and sob, alone in my bedroom? Surely not... surely I have more self-control than that.
I'm so caught up in my musings that when the door swings open I jump, startled. Jisoo comes waltzing in, Hae-in on her heels, and he's carrying a box of pizza.
"We bring food," he bellows cave-man style. God, even when talking normally he's still very loud. His vocal cords must be as big as a whale's.
"Oh, good," I say, abandoning my Doritos. I pull out paper plates and sodas from the fridge. The pizza gets deposited on the counter and we all dig in. We gather around the breakfast bar, each perched atop a black-cushioned stool. Jisoo and Hae-in sit beside each other, and I sit across from them.
For a few seconds we eat in silence. Of course, the peace is short-lived.
"Are you ready to tell us yet?" Hae-in pesters.
I sigh, but figure it's going to come out at some point or another, and at least if I tell them they'll both quit bugging me. I tell the whole mortifying story, omitting the part where I felt Lisa's thingy and claiming I just lost control of the scooter while turning, which is partially true. Apparently, my misery is still exceptionally hilarious. Hae-in can't stop laughing, exclaiming, "God, if I could have only seen Lisa's face!" over and over.
After a few minutes I fling a mushroom at him. "Shut it. You got your goods - now give me mine."
His brows wrinkle in confusion. "What do you mean?"
"How do you know Lisa, and have you told her I know?"
"Hell no I haven't told her. You think I'm an idiot?"
"I thought guys stuck together and shit. Wouldn't a real friend tell her?"
He looks at me as though I'm insane, which may be true. I can't even tell anymore. This whole weekend has thrown me for a disorienting loop.
"No," he assures me with confidence. "A real friend seizes any opportunity to fuck with his buddy."
"What are you? Fourteen?"
