Despising you

Chapter 22

J e n n i e

Bane of my existence:

Tutoring session in 20 minutes.

Okay.

When I asked Lisa to remind me over text the next time we have a session, I didn't mean twenty minutes before.

It's so silly that I've had her number for years and this is one of the first times we've actually messaged each other. I guess I've never really had a reason to text her before or vice versa.

Then again, I also didn't have a reason to kiss her yesterday, but I still managed to do that. One kiss I could chalk up to stupidity, but two? Even I can't explain that, especially when the kiss was so unforgettable; so tender, like being wrapped up in the arms of an angel.

Wait, what? It was just a good kiss. Just a kiss, not some life changing event—that's ridiculous.

I don't know what's wrong with me. First, I tell her our kiss was a mistake, then I kiss her again. I feel like I'm going clinically insane.

All I know is that the need to kiss her is alive and it's sitting in my bones begging to be awoken; to be let loose on her so I can satisfy my insatiable hunger.

"What about this?" Tae asks snapping me out of my thoughts. He's holding up my red leather jacket and raising his eyebrows. I put my phone down and inspect the clothes—my clothes.

He does this often; comes over and steals my jackets. He says I have better clothes, but really, I just have much better taste.

However, this time is actually very different, he's picking out clothes for his date with Jisoo today.

Finally! Only took five years and he's actually secured a date with his dream girl.

"Great, matches your hair," I tell him doing a mock chef's kiss.

He smiles brightly before putting the jacket on and checking himself out in the mirror. He messes with his hair as he does, his hands shaking and his breathing, heavy.

"You look great," I tell him gently, my face resting on my palms as I lay on my stomach on my bed.

He really does. His hair is messy, but in a rock star kind of way. He's wearing a black, tank top and his lucky, black, ripped jeans—the perfect outfit for where he's taking her; his favourite music bar.

"I hope she thinks that too," he says, scratching the back of his head as he turns to me.

Honestly, when he called me the night of the party and told me he had kissed Jisoo, I couldn't believe it. He told me all about how she found him taking a nap in one of the bedrooms and just started giving him water and sobering him up—even though she was pretty drunk herself. Then they got kicked out and I think they started talking and then they just...kissed. He even told me how they ran into Lisa and I would have paid good money to see her reaction to that whole ordeal.

Tae telling me that reminded me that I haven't even told him about how Lisa and I have kissed...twice.

I can't tell anyone because then, it would be real and I can't have that. I especially can't tell Tae because he'll have a field day with it. Normally I tell him everything, so it's very difficult keeping a secret like this from him.

"She will." I assure him.

"I don't know," he sighs, sitting down on my bed. "She said that the kiss was a mistake, but I'm confused because she asked me out."

I furrow my eyebrows. "That's really random. Why would she say that?"

Seriously? Why would she say something like that unprovoked? It's obvious to anyone that she clearly likes him, maybe not as much as he likes her, but she still feels something for him. So, what's the use denying it?