THE HAPPIEST GIRL | JENLISA

Chapter 39

Lisa

For the rest of the night, I try to avoid Jennie to save myself from any further embarrassment. I think it's best if I keep my distance until I've fully sobered up. Hopefully, over time, this whole situation will blow over.

Aimlessly wandering around my party, Hyun-suk comes up to me with a big smug grin on his face. "Hey, I've got some people I want you to meet." he says, dragging me over to a group of people he's gathered. They're all big time producers and people from major record companies.

"Wow, Hyun-suk. This is some party you threw." one of them says and I can't help but let out a scoff knowing that he didn't really do shit, yet he's taking all the credit for it. Hyun-suk shoots me a questioning glare before quickly recovering from my outburst, introducing me to all the people gathered around.

I politely introduce myself and try my best to pretend to be interested while Hyun-suk brags about me and himself, trying to score some deals. I know I should be paying attention to the conversation in front of me, but I can't help but let my eyes wander in search of a particular brunette. As much as I want to avoid Jennie, it doesn't mean I don't want to keep my tabs on her, just to make sure that she's ok.

While I don't see her around, I do spot my father in a corner talking to some girls that are around my age while my mother is maybe twenty feet away from him. Disgusting.

As soon as a waiter walks by with a tray of drinks I snatch one from him. I know that I probably shouldn't drink anymore tonight, but I've already screwed up enough so what more can I do. Plus, you only turn twenty one once, so why not live it up and let loose for a change.

Stumbling through the hallway of the hotel, I fumble my hands around in my pockets in search of my room key. Finally feeling something in my shirt pocket, I reach inside and pull out two plastic key cards. I forgot that Jennie asked me to hold on to hers since her dress didn't have any pockets. Does that mean she got in alright? I know she would probably go down to the front desk and get a replacement key, but who's to say if she was able to make it back to her room? If she's not in her room I can't call or text her because she decided to leave her phone behind. And if she is in her room sleeping, I don't want to disturb her.

After having a mental debate in my head over what to do, I find myself outside her door lining up the card to the slot above the door handle. Quickly sliding the card in and pulling it out, I wait for the green light to flash before slowly pushing on the handle. I know this is borderline creepy, but I have to make sure that she got back from the party safe.

Holding my breath, I inch the door open and peek inside. The room is dark aside from a soft light flickering from the TV. Sticking my head in further, I can see Jennie curled up on the couch that's in front of the TV, eyes closed and face pressed into the armrest. She looks so cute and peaceful all cozied up in her pyjamas. She must have come back to her room some time ago to change and get ready for bed.

Slipping my body through the door, I quickly shut it with a soft click to block out the harsh light streaming in from the hallway, careful to not wake her. Toeing off my shoes, I stumble a bit but gain back balance and walk over to her sleeping form. I can see now that she has some late night TV channel on that's playing reruns of Friends, and I can't help but smile at how predictable she is.

Looking down at her, I can't help but admire how beautiful she looks. All the makeup Jessi put on her before the party is long gone and washed away. Her skin is glowing and her hair that was up in a high tight ponytail is now down and damp from a shower she must have just took.

On the coffee table is a large blue gift bag that reads 'Happy Birthday' on the front of it in bold letters. My heart clinches a bit at the thought of her actually getting me a gift. As much as I want to grab the bag and rip it open to see what she got me, I know it'll be ten times better to open it when she's awake.