Grey and Ocean's Fate | JenLisa

Chapter 7

I was between dreams when a loud thud hit against the wall. My eyes weren't even open by the time I was up and turning on all the lights in the apartment. I peeked at the front door and saw Miyeon walking in, cursing at something as she stumbled in with messy hair and stripped clothes.

"I can walk by myself!" She cursed again and jerked her arm away from the guy helping her.

"Fine." I heard the guy bit out.

I walked to the living room where Miyeon began arguing with a familiar voice. I chewed the inner part of my cheeks to keep myself from groaning at the sight of Lisa. Of course it's her.

"Is everything  okay?" I called out to her, gaining the attention of everyone in the room.

In the corner of my eye I could see Lisa glare at me with a fixed stare.

Clearly, she didn't know I lived here.

"Shit, I'm sorry I woke you." Miyeon pressed her lips into a thin, guilty line.

"I thought you were staying with Sehun tonight?" I asked her when I brought her into her room, careful not to let her stumble.

"That fell through..." Even though her words were slurred and unclear, her tone wasn't. She was disappointed. "We had a fight."

"Do you want to talk about it?" I opened her bed covers and guided her in.

"I confronted him about the whole commitment thing and it kind of blew up in my face." She sighed and closed her eyes on the pillow. "I'm really sorry I woke you up," She gave me weak smile and fell asleep shortly afterwards.

I closed her door quietly and went back into the living room area where Lisa stood by the door, scrolling on her phone when I came in.

"Um... thanks for bringing her home." My cheeks turned into a soft shade of pink. I dropped my eyes to the floor and went to the kitchen.

Her response was given to me in silence and body language, but her eyes were no longer lingering on her phone. They were fixed on me in an angered stare like I had done something wrong.

"Can I get you something? I know it's late and we don't have much but-"

"No." She clenched her jaw with irritation.

"Did I do something to annoy you?" I looked at her with confusion.

She made her way to where I was and stood in front of me for the soul purpose of making me feel small.

"Your presence alone annoys me." She spat out in disgust.

She leaned in closer with a colder expression. Her hot breath grazed my skin in huffs, cornering me into the table like a hoard of sheep. She took a final step, her lips now inches away from my ear. My lower back hit the wood telling me there was nowhere for me to go anymore. But still, she kept moving closer to me until her lips brushed against my earlobe. My heart thumped in my chest and I stilled my breathing. She was so close I smelt the faint perfume she wore.

"Everything about you disgusts me. You are idiotic and worthless, and quite frankly, it's sad." Her words turned curdle like milk with lemon. "I almost pity you."

I tried talking again, spelling out words in my head but none coming out. A tightening in my throat squeezed further and I knew that an onslaught of tears waited for behind my eyes. But I look down to the floor beneath my feet to hide the fact that she had upset me in such an effortless way.

"I... I think you should leave," I muttered with a quiet, less sure tone and stepped away from her tall and hateful figure. I followed back into my room without another glance and shut the door behind me quickly, just in time for the cold tears to make their way down my flushed cheeks.

I didn't understand what I had done to make Lisa so mad and annoyed at me the way that she was. The confusion rolled around me as that familiar loud engine scowled from the bottom of the street. I walked over to my window, pulling the curtain back just enough to peer down at the knowing black car. It was almost too familiar before I noticed the same obnoxious black haired guy from the day I moved in. Of course she owned that stupid car.

I turned away from the window and wiped away the tears from my eyes while I sniffled back into my bed without any further thoughts.

When I woke up the next morning, the sun's warmth was at my window. I stood from the messy turmoil of sheets and tucked the corners over the mattress and folded them neatly. I puffed up the pillows and once I was happy with the result I went to the kitchen to make myself a fresh pot of coffee.

Miyeon wasn't going to be up for a few hours knowing she was hungover from last night and by then I'd be waiting for my dad at the coffee shop we agreed to meet.

A knot in my stomach formed and grew bigger the longer I stared at the clock ticking down the minutes. I had barely eaten any breakfast and when I went into my closet to pick out some jeans and a jacket to wear out, I almost felt like throwing up the little I did eat.

As I looked in the mirror, I found myself wishing I didn't have to go through all of this alone. I wanted somebody to hold my hand and tell me it was going to be okay, because I needed to hear that... I needed to hear it over and over until I convinced myself that it would be. So I plastered the best smile I could find and grabbed my bag before I had the chance to change my mind.