“So are you guys still together?” Jennie asked, drumming her fingers along the base of my neck. My eyes closed for a moment and Sana's pained expression was the only thing I could see. Shrugging my shoulders I flipped over on my back and threw one leg over the ledge of the couch. She placed a hand on my stomach, drawing small circles around my belly button.
“I don’t know. It feels like we aren’t, I thought I would’ve heard from her by now.” Or maybe I shouldn’t be expecting anything.
“It’s only Sunday, not even two full days yet. Maybe she needs some time.”
Shaking my head, a small huff filled the living room, changing to a sigh once Jennie started to comb through my hair with her fingers.
“Yea, maybe.” I mumbled.
“What time do your parents get home from that Cop Ball thing?”
“Late, they usually don’t get back until 2am, sometimes later.” I replied, flipping back over on my side and trying my best to get comfortable. My eyes flickered to the cell phone resting on the coffee table, a cell phone that has been unusually quiet since Friday. Yes I was pissed with everything that happened but didn’t she want to settle it? Or did she realize this has been a complete waste of time of her time.
“Do they know?” Jennie continued, now running her finger along the underside of my jaw. I nodded, remembering how my parents held me that night I came home with puffy eyes.
“I was suppose to stay with Sana but obviously that didn’t happen.”
Jennie sat there running her hands over my skin and though her touch was lighter it still reminded me of Sana. Jesus, Jennie is right, it’s only been two fucking days. Why am I wallowing?
“You know what I think you need?” she said, stopping the ministrations and drifting her gaze down to me.
“What?” I asked, tucking my hand under my cheek.
“Two words…Cheese. Danish.”
My eyebrows perked up, slowly I brought myself to an upright position and looked at her feeling hints of a smile pull on my lips. Cheese Danishes? It’s a wrap. Instead of replying I ran to the stairs and sprinted up to my room with Jennie yelling from the bottom:
“Where something presentable!”… I grumbled at this. If I could it would be an over sized sweatshirt, sweatpants and fuzzy boots. However I went with a more grunge-ish look. Black Vans, skinny jeans, a flannel shirt tied around my waist, black t-shirt and black beanie. When I hopped back down the stairs Jennie stared at me, her eyes were wide and lips with a slight pout.
“What?” I asked, shrugging my shoulders. “You said look presentable.”
“I did.” she replied, grabbing her coat and throwing it on. “I think it’s suppose to rain today. I’ll drive.”
Jennie swiped her keys off the hook and opened door at the same shrieking so loud I had to cover my ears.
“What the fuck was that fo-oh...” Should I be happy right now? After shooting a dirty look to Jennie, Yeonjun straightened his puffy jacket and glanced at me. I was caught up in his innocent smile, running over to him and dropping to my knees. “Kid, what are you doing here?” Then a thought or rather a memory hit me from the last time he came up to me with a naive expression. Immediately I stood up, scanning the perimeter of my house. Then a flashy black Maserati caught my eye and I’m relieved.
“Are you here to set me up again?” I asked, watching his face shift from innocence to guilt. His brown eyes flickered to the ground and nervous fingers wrestled with the cuff of his jacket sleeves.
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Direct And Linear Relationships
FanfictionKim Dahyun is a barely 17 year old senior. She just has to worry about getting through the year, but a new Physics teacher might make her last year in high school much more interesting.
