A Popstar's Bodyguard (Jenlisa)

Chapter 3

Lisa's POV

I'm at the gym working out. It's past midnight.

We're close to starting the new month with only a few minor hiccups. Jennie flicking off the paparazzi, getting caught making out on video, or dancing on top of the bar at a club. The worst part is none of it is private, everything is out there for all to see. The nights are starting to blend in together and I have to constantly remind myself this is only temporary.

Surprisingly, Jennie decided to stay in tonight. Some redhead followed her to her bedroom while I switched shifts with BamBam. I can't help but wonder what she looks for in these girls or if she just picks them based on looks.

I haven't seen many similarities between the girl from two nights ago and this redhead. Does she have a type? I blow my bangs out of my forehead. After this last mile I am going to call it a night. This job is exhausting or maybe I'm just getting old. I know I'm in my 20's but I just don't see the appeal of wanting to go out or staying in and drinking if it's all going to happen again the next day.

My lungs start to burn, the music tempo increases and my steps fall into rhythm with the beat. Something sounds familiar about this song. The girl in the background is mostly humming, then she sings.

The door to the gym opens. I look up at the long horizontal mirror in front of me. It's Jennie. She's wearing sweats and a t-shirt. Her eyes open wide when they meet mine. For once since I've met her, she looks embarrassed. I remove my headphones when I see her standing there.

"You okay?" Maybe she's looking for me. Where is BamBam? He's supposed to be outside her room.

She nods and waves her water bottle in my direction. "I can't sleep. Thought I might need to run off some of this pent-up energy." She tugs on the end of her ponytail, something I've noticed she does when she's nervous, which is rare. "Do you mind if I run next to you?"

I shake my head. This is the first time we've been alone since she kissed me. Where is the redhead? The green numbers on the machine say I am almost done with my last mile, thank God. This is going to be awkward.

She starts walking at a slow pace.

I want to point out that she probably walked, danced, and ran across the stage tonight enough to make me tired but I'm not good at small talk.

Our eyes meet a couple of times through the mirror in front of us. Her eyes have trouble looking away. My already flaming cheeks burn a little brighter. My shorts and t-shirt are soaked through. I become aware that this is the most skin I have ever shown in front of her.

I begin to cool down and jog at a slower pace. She has toned arms and a tight stomach. Her perky ass and shapely legs always look great in whatever she decides to wear on stage, too bad they are covered now-I stop my train of thought. I should ask her what her work out routine consists of, stay on safe topics. Again, I don't really want to talk.

The song I am listening to comes to an end and I finally recognize the voice. I look down at my phone and see Jennie's face dripping with neon green, pink, and blue on my phone screen. I can't help but look at her again in person, her eyes already on me. I stop the treadmill and take a swig of my own water bottle. That was a good song. More techno and less pop. I want to ask her about her collab with the DJ but don't want to interrupt her work out.

"Lisa," I turn to look at her this time instead of making eye contact through the mirror. Her treadmill completely stops. She has a frown on her face.

"What is it?" My already racing heart begins to beat a bit faster. I shouldn't be alone with her. She looks so innocent and lovely.