Direct And Linear Relationships

Chapter 3: Small Talk

“I swear I fucking hate sticks” Jennie cursed as she jerked my Volkswagen Beetle up my block.

If I didn’t throw up before I was definitely going to now. This was totally nauseating. Coupled with the headache that was forming and pain from my fall I felt like I was going to pass out.

“Good, we are here finally.” she said in an annoyed tone, yanking on my E-brake.

I knew I should have let Vernon drive me. Jennie began to unbuckle her seat belt and when I saw her hand reach for the door, I leaned across and grabbed it wincing at the pain I felt in my side.

“What are you doing?” I asked.

“Getting out so I can help you into your house.”

“Oh no you don’t. If you walk me in there, my parents will freak. Just let me do it by myself.”

I put on my best puppy dog pout face for the cherry on top. She flared her nostrils and dropped her head.

Got you.

“I don’t agree with this, you didn’t see yourself fly into the wall.” Jennie stated.

No but I felt it.

“It was like this...”

She raised both of her hands sending the back of her right hand into the palm of her left. I cringed at the sound it made reliving the feeling all over again.

“I’m still walking in there by myself.”

I refuse to budge on this.

“Fine, but text me some time tonight to let me know how you are feeling.”

I nodded in agreement, happy she finally surrendered.

“How will you get home?” I asked unclicking the seat belt and opened the door.

“Jungkook should be here soon to take me back and grab my car.”

At this an all black mustang sped up the street.

“Speaking of the devil.” joked Jennie.

We both got out of my car and she walked around to meet me. She handed back my keys and pulled me in for a light hug.

“Text me okay!”

This was not a question. This was a demand.

“Promise.” I held out my pinkie for her to take and without hesitation she wrapped hers around mind.

Saying goodbye one more time Jennie jogged to get in Jungkook's car. He waved at me, then flipped a U-Turn and peeled out of the neighborhood.

I turned towards the house door and sighed.

Here we go.

Walking up I couldn’t help but limp from pain. There was no way I was going to be able to hide this. I stuck my key in the door and hobbled in. Immediately I heard giggling in the kitchen from my mom.

“Seongwoo, we can’t do this right now...” she said.

He chuckled lowly.

“Yes we can. Dahyun won’t be home another 30 minutes.”

Oh my God. Are you serious? Were they actually about to fuck in the kitchen? Or worse what if they already have? What if they’ve done it on the table?

Where we eat.

I shuddered at the thought.

Loud smacking noises reached my ears and I recognized that sound. They’re making out.