F.U

Chapter 9

Jennie

"SOCIOLOGY IS THE STUDY of the development, structure, and functioning of human society." Jisoo repeated for the umpteenth time tonight. "Sociology is the study of the development, structure, and functioning of human society..."

"Please tell me you've gotten farther in your book than that, Jisoo." I watched as she paced the floor of our living room.

"I have," She said. "I've committed the first seven chapters of the text book to memory so far. The test is on the first five this Friday, but just in case this asshole tries to pull a fast one on me, I went the extra mile and memorized the next two, you know?"

My friend Deb shook her head from across the room. "I think I've officially been replaced as your craziest friend."

"I agree." I laughed and motioned for her to follow me into the kitchen. "Good knowing you're still alive."

"I could say the same for you, my friend."

The two of us didn't hang out as much as we used to since her pre - med major was kicking her ass these past few semesters, but the reckless times we shared during our freshmen and sophomore years would always be something for the record books. Something we could always remember.

"Okay," She said, getting a beer from my fridge. "I came over to ask you for a huge favor."

"You could've just called."

"I did call. You didn't answer."

I looked at my phone and sure enough there was a missed call from her, but there were also forty new missed ones from the phones that belonged to Doyeon's friends.

Ugh. Take the hint, Doyeon.

"What's the favor?" I asked.

"It's simple. I need you to take out the best friend of a girl I'm interested in."

"Why do I feel like it's slightly more complicated than that?"

"Because you have a great intuition." She laughed. "This needs to be an extended type of thing since I want to um, get to a certain point with her by the senior trip."

"Is there something wrong with the best friend?"

"Besides the fact that she hates me and thinks I'm bad news for her friend?" She shrugged and showed me her pictures on her phone. "Not really. And call me crazy, but outside of that, I think that the two of you would really get along."

"She's cute," I said, then I shook my head. "So, out of all the things you said, should I just assume that your girl said that she was willing to go out with you, if you hooked her friend up with one of your hot friends?"

"The word 'hot' was never used, Ms. Conceited." She laughed. "But yes, your intuition wins again. Can I give you her friend's phone number? Her name's Krystal."

"Of course."

As I was saving it to my phone, Chaeyoung walked into the kitchen wearing a sports bra and a pair of black booty shorts. She went straight for the refrigerator, moving around all the alcohol and beer until she found her SAS water bottle.

Me and Deb stared at her, and I started to envision her on top of me, in the backseat of my car riding my fingers.

Shit...

"Hey, Jennie." She finally turned around, extending her hand to Deb. "Hey, Jennie's friend."

"Deb," She said, looking her up and down. "And you are?"

"Chaeyoung."

"Ah." She nodded. "Jennie's 'gone at sea' friend."

"We're not friends," we said in unison, a habit.