Despising you

Chapter 18

J e n n i e

This party sucks exponentially, with sweaty bodies dancing around and alcohol bursting at the seams of this mansion. Normally, that would sound like an extraordinary time for me, but it doesn't feel like that today.

This party just isn't hitting the spot for me, even though the lights are dimmed red like some sort of sex club and people are dancing as they have the absolute time of their lives.

Even Tae is enjoying himself, he disappeared ten minutes ago to play a beer pong contest against the hockey team girls. Obviously, he will probably lose—no one beats those girls.

Usually, I would be right there with him, trying my best to over-drink everyone, but I've just spent the last twenty minutes in the kitchen making out with Kai. I've been doing that a lot recently, just so I can forget her; the five foot-five brunette who is plaguing my thoughts more than usual.

I've even taken to avoiding her at school, she has too, because I've barely seen her this week.

I've come to the realization that the only reason I kissed Lisa was because I was sexually frustrated. Kai doesn't get me off and clearly, that's why I kissed her.

The fact that she's a girl doesn't matter, brains can't logically tell the difference between men and women; it's all just chemicals, right?

I'm not bisexual. I don't like women; even the thought is revolting. I especially don't like Lisa.

That kiss was outlandish and I regret every second of it. Every second of her hot, warm mouth on mine, her hands in my hair, and her tongue—

I regret it!

"You want anything to drink, maybe some vodka?" Kai mumbles into my neck; I can barely hear him over the music.

"Tequila," I correct him and he nods before giving me a sloppy kiss on the cheek and leaving to get my drink.

Vodka? Is he serious? He should know I despise vodka and that tequila is my favourite drink. I practically drink my body weight in tequila every weekend—with him!

To be fair, I don't really know much about him either besides his favourite colour, which is green. Wait, no. It's blue? Or maybe yellow? Oh, for Pete's sake! Who cares? Knowing trivial things like that doesn't matter.

"Jen-Jen!" I hear my name and I snap my head up and see Tae barrelling towards me.

He is absolutely shit-faced drunk. Those hockey girls must have absolutely annihilated him at the game. I did warn him that he wouldn't be able to handle it.

His red hair is scruffier than usual and his white tank top is inside out, my gaze goes lower when I realize his zipper is down.

"You okay?" he asks me slurring his words with a soft smile on his face.

God, I love this kid.

"I'm good, but clearly you aren't." I giggle, walking closer to him and zipping him up.

Instantly, he nuzzles into my shoulder and I have to steady his body—he becomes quite a baby when he's drunk. I don't mind mothering him though, I know he doesn't really get along with his own mother or father for that matter.

"Oh my god! An angel just walked in," he mumbles dreamily in my neck letting go of me. I turn around to follow his line of vision and I see why his eyes are shaped like hearts right now.

His eyes are on Jisoo, who's sporting a black Prada blouse and a matching black skirt; very chic for a school party, but I cannot fault her style, not for a second. Of course, she isn't here alone, but Tae's eyes are only on her.