Jennie
I check my phone while I'm in the elevator. I'm intrigued to find I have a new text from Lisa - it's very short, simple, and to the point.
Lisa: I'm sorry.
I frown at the screen. Sorry for what? For being an ass? For sleeping around? For possessing so much disarming man-beauty along with those qualities that it should be illegal? I opt for all of the above and toss my phone back into the abyss of my purse with a scowl.
I'm so wound up I don't know how I'll ever be able to sleep, yet I figure it's worth a shot. I quickly get ready for bed and tuck myself under the covers while I debate chugging some Nyquil to knock myself the fuck out. That should at least ensure I don't have any more sex dreams about Lisa... fuck, the sex dream. With a groan I roll over, ignoring the screaming protests of my suddenly aching hoo-hah.
Yet maybe a little Jennie time would be good for me. Maybe I just need to get it out of my system...
I find my fingers suddenly creeping south of their own accord. I don't fight them off - hell, I'm so needy right now I'm sure this will probably be the quickest orgasm in Seoul. Then perhaps I can pass out in my post-orgasm daze and get some good sleep tonight.
I begin rubbing myself, trying to think of anything besides Lisa - because I absolutely refuse to get off to her twice in less than twenty-four hours - but find that my thoughts keep flickering back to her. This only serves to piss me off more. How dare she invade my night and daydreams? Such a cocky bastard... she thinks she can just go wherever she wants, getting off whomever she wants. Not on my watch, buddy - I have at least six Johnny Depp movies, and I'm not afraid to use them.
I'm startled when my phone suddenly rings from the bedside table. My mind immediately flashes to Lisa and my whole body tenses. Oh, shit - there is no way I can talk to her in this state.
I grapple for the phone and squint at the screen. It's an unrecognisable number from out of town. As far as I know it doesn't belong to Lisa, yet that doesn't seem to relieve my anxiety.
A few seconds of internal debate pass before I answer with a timid, "Hello?" I'm breathing heavily, all flushed and angry from my attempted masturbation. I realize I need to get a hold of myself, pronto.
There's a female voice. "Is this Jennie?"
Who the hell is this?
"Who is this?" I sit up a little straighter in bed, confused.
"It's Rosé."
"Rosé? As in Lisa's sister?"
She chuckles lightly. "The one and only."
I'm confused. I can't, for the life of me, imagine what she wants. "Um, okay. Hi," I say awkwardly.
"Hi, Jennie," she responds. She wastes no time in getting to the point. "Look, I just had to call and apologize about earlier. I couldn't sleep thinking about it."
"How did you get my number?"
"Oh, I got it off Lisa's phone when she wasn't looking."
Ah. That makes sense... sort of.
"Oh, okay."
"So, yeah," she goes on, "I didn't mean to call you... you know. I wasn't thinking."
Settling back into bed, I relax a bit. "Oh. Well, it's no big deal," I casually lie.
"No, no," she quickly rebukes. "It is a big deal. I'm sure you think I'm a complete bitch."
I decide to joke with her, despite the fact that I have no clue what kind of person she is and how she'll react. "Well, maybe like a partial bitch."
I hear her give a sharp intake of breath. "I guess I deserve that."
"It was a joke, Rosé," I say.
"Oh."
A long and awkward pause follows her word. I'm not sure what else to say to her.
"Look," she finally says, "what is Lisa to you?"
I'm caught off guard. "What do you mean?"
"I mean, do you really like her? I hate to see girls get hurt over her, Jennie... and you seem like a nice girl. I have a feeling about you."
She has a feeling about me? That's interesting; if she only knew of my real relationship with Lisa then she'd probably be disgusted with us both - her for making the bet, and me for using my knowledge of it to my advantage.
Good thing she doesn't know.
"Yeah, I like her," I reply off-handed. I figure it won't do to tell her about the bet, lest she run to Lisa and reveal the whole thing. "You think she's going to hurt me?" I'm being curious now.
She sighs. "Lisa's had a difficult life, Jennie." Interesting... "She doesn't usually stay with women very long. She won't admit it, but I think it has a lot do with the death of our mom."
I perk up, sensing a butt-load of information soon to be revealed in my immediate future. If there is anything that explains the way Lisa is, I would love to know about it.
"What do you mean?" I ask. I hope I don't sound too eager.
"Has she told you anything about it?"
"No..."
She sighs again and abruptly changes the subject, much to my dismay. "So what are you doing this weekend? I'd love to meet you."
Damn it. She's not going to tell me.
"I don't know," I admit truthfully. My plans with Lisa have been vague at best. I don't really even know for sure that I'll see her.
"You want to go out tomorrow night? There's a great little club here. Lisa's going to be helping Chitthip move furniture - she's redesigning the second family room again." Holy shit - second family room? And who is Chitthip? "But," she continues before I can reply, "she probably won't like that I called you. Or that I went through her phone... but you know, I'm her sister. I have to approve her girls."
I laugh heartily. "Are you trying to make me nervous or something?" I wonder. Though it doesn't really matter whether or not she approves - it's not like I have a future with Lisa.
"No, no, no!" she says quickly. "I already told you - I've got a good feeling about you."
I'm not sure how she can have a good feeling about someone she's never even met, but keep this thought to myself. She seems nice enough and obviously disapproves of Lisa's behaviour. I wonder how crazy she would be to discover I've hung out with her sister behind her back.
I can't help but smile a little at the thought. "All right," I agree. "Sounds like fun."
