1: So Damn Rude
Jennie
Jennie dragged her suitcase along the speckled airport floor. She was not one for flights. Though she would never admit it, she had feared the mode of travel since her childhood after a close call and an emergency landing, ironically during the only holiday her mother ever took her on, at five years of age. Since then everything about planes had given Jennie a gut-clenching feeling she refused to name as anxiety, instead opting for the reasoning planes simply gave her the heebie-jeebies; as if she was doomed to one day crash on a deserted island.
Since her mother's reoccurring drug habit came about, she had bounced around from home to home, scraping through college and getting a degree that she was incredibly fucking proud of. No one in her family held a degree and yet here she was, with a degree in psychology and working for an LGBT+ therapy and mental care company; fairly high up on the chain. The pay was great and it was a job she loved; weirdly things were going well for the girl... at least on the work front.
Things were perhaps going too well.
She dropped her bag and sat in a chair as far away from the other commuters as humanly possible—people were irritating and unless she needed to converse she opted to avoid it—falling into the hardened shell that was Jennie's bubble.
Checking her watch she huffed, of course, the single time she opted to leave early, the traffic was bare and she had made it to Incheon International Airport in forty minutes, leaving her an hour of solid pain before the flight.
Jennie didn't like to be early, preferring to be late, if anything. That way people knew straight away that she held little care for them and immediately lowered any expectations they had for her. Being early was obscure, making her feel overly reliant, and if there was one thing the girl was not, it was reliant; in any shape or form.
Her boot kicked up on the chair opposite, the snow coating the seat as chunks dropped from her soles.
"Hey, can I mind you for a seat?"
Pulling her headphones off she stared at the girl. She had long blonde hair with full bangs covering her forehead and framing her brown doe eyes. She wore a crop top and tight-fitting high waist pants. Jennie cast an eye down to her own sweats and wondered how the girl could travel so uncomfortably.
"Hello?"
Shaking her head she dropped her shoes.
"Sorry, what did you want?" Her voice was husky, being pulled from the slight realm
of sleep she was so hankering to drift to.
"Can I take that seat?"
She gawked at the girl. The entire lounge was mostly bare, why the fuck did she
need to sit here?
"There's plenty of other seats, Barbie."
The blonde's mouth dropped and she relished in the fact she was so easy to piss off. Dear God, please let her fucking leave.
"I need that seat, or else I wouldn't be asking?"
Sitting up straighter, Jennie tugged at the sleeves of her denim jacket, far too
uncomfortable with the girl's in your face proximity. Fuck why doesn't she have manners?
"Why the fuck do you need this exact seat? There are literally dozens of others, blondie."
"My name is Lisa."
"I don't see what that has to do with anyth—"
"My name is Lisa. Not blondie, not Barbie, L-I-S-A." Jeez who pissed in her bed?
"Okay, 'Bring It On', why do you want the fucking seat?" "What the heck are you on about now?"
"Bring It On, as in the movie for overly peppy cheerleaders." Jennie smiled, smug. She could land a good reference, even for chick flicks.
"Gosh, you're such a delight, aren't you?" Jennie scoffed loudly. "Can I just have the damn seat? Please?"
"Why the hell do you need it?" She massaged her temple, how the hell were they still going around in circles?
"It's the only one with a plug point by it! I need to charge my phone. It's not like I wanna be sitting anywhere near you."
Dragging her bag across, she motioned to the seat waiting for the girl to sit and her face to drop as the snow from the brunette's shoes leaked through her jeans. Smiling contently she waited for the glare that sure enough hit her a minute later, the girl taking off her jacket, presumably to tie around her waist.
"Comfy there?"
"Gosh, why the heck are you so annoying?"
"Whatever, weirdo."
"What did you say?"
"Just charge your damn phone." She lifted her headphones back onto her ears
before she could reply, simply pointing to them and shaking her head as the girl's lips moved aggressively, probably shouting some obscene weirdo language. Closing her eyes, she turned up the Royal Blood track to full volume, she could drown her out for the hour.
Sadly, that was not what the Gods or higher powers had planned for Jennie today. She must have had some bad fucking karma.
A hand hit her knee and she was ready to hit the girl before her eyes opened to— "Jennie?"
"Chahee?"
She shuffled to sit up, wondering if there was any hell hole in this place she could
crawl into and just be left the fuck alone.
"Hey! What are you doing here?"
God, why did she feel the need to say hello? Jennie and Chahee's past relationship
was far from cordial, she had most definitely shat on any of the friendship they had left when Jennie caught her in bed with another fucking girl in their bed, their apartment. This is why Jennie didn't let people in. People sucked.
"Chahee, can we not do whatever the fuck this is?"
The girl tensed, face dropping before arms wrapped around her waist and Jennie swallowed because it was that girl. That fucking girl who she found that night.
"Jennie."
"Cunt." Jennie smiled at her, ignoring the gasp from the blonde who was still apparently charging her phone.
"There's no need to be such a fucking bitch, Jennie."
"Just get the fuck out of my space. I don't know, there's a McDonald's right over there you can probably fuck in. If you wait five minutes, I can walk in on you two and revive the light that is your relationship."
Chahee pulled the girl away. "Such a fucking bitch." She heard the words as they carried into the distance. Fuck her life.
"Why are you so damn rude?"
Of course, the fucking peppy blonde had to pipe the fuck up on this.
"Right. Stepford Wife, why don't you just sit in your seat, I'll stay the fuck in mine and we can act like each other doesn't exist?"
"Oh, that's a good one. A murdering robot? Really getting in your references, huh. You know, my ex-boyfriend used to tell me I kinda looked like Nicole Kidman."
"You look literally nothing like fucking Nicole Kidman. Perhaps John Travolta, the old one with the freaky hairline, not the young one."
"Such a freaking ass." The girl checked her phone seemingly deciding she didn't have quite enough charge to escape yet.
"You know I never asked you to sit here or talk to me right? Celine Dion."
"My name is Lisa!" The girl cracked loud enough half the airport now probably knew what her name was.
"Chill, Kate Hudson." Jennie smiled, watching the pretty girl crack like porcelain, god she hated girls like that.
Silence, they managed silence for a whopping five minutes before the girl began to
