she's very pretty (jenlisa)

chapter 12

friday 29th of october, 2015

lisa pov

i'm running around my apartment, trying to find my phone and a lost earring.

this is how most important nights go for me.

i finally find my phone, in the fridge? i try to ignore the fact that i found it there.
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i quickly thank my uber and smooth out my dress.
bangchan stands up from the wall he was leaning on and comes over to greet me.
"hey, how are you?" he asks kindly, opening the door.

"tired with training, how are you?" i manage to reply, though the words come out more awkwardly than i intended.
i offer a nod, a non verbal 'thank you' for his gesture.

he greets my response with a soft, understanding smile.
"understandable. i guess i'm tired as well." he sighs, sitting down on a chair opposite from the on i've plopped myself down on.

an uncomfortable silence stretches between us, and i cant quite pinpoint the reason for this sudden unrest.

"lisa?" he asks, a note of confusion lacing his tone.

"hm what?" my eyes widen, he's clearly said something i've missed.

"did you want to order now?" he asks me, handing a menu to me.

i take it, scanning my eyes through.
i'm starving.

"yeah, that'd be good, i'm so hungry i could eat a horse." i respond drily, and he runs his hand nervously through his tousled blonde hair, chuckling.

"i think i'm just gonna get heaps of pork dumplings. like, a load. too many." i say, trying to lighten the situation.

"yeah, i might do that as well. i just noticed that we both have bleached hair, that's funny. why did you bleach yours?" he asks, trying to start up a conversation.

'that's a pretty dumb question. i bleached it because i think it looks prettier that way.'

i don't say that, because that's rude.

"i guess i just felt like it, you know?" i answer casually, signalling the waiter to come take our order.

bangchan hums in interest.

"why'd you bleach yours?" i question him, trying to close the invisible gap between our minds.

"i did it for a dare. yg's nephew, leeknow, went to high school with me. he said if i could get a body count of 4 within our first month back at school in year 12, he would pay me 500 bucks. if i lost, i bleached my hair. getting 3 under my belt was easy, i did that in two weeks. but this last girl i was chasing kept on having to take calls or do something else before we got to more than making out. turns out that leeknow's friend told this girl about the bet, so she lead me on for 2 weeks AND that's how i landed a mop of bleached hair." he rattles off his story, blushing profusely.

wow. what a player.

"i admire your courage. but that's kind of disgusting, betting on how many girls you can smash." i say nervously, hoping he won't notice that i just casually called him out.

his brows furrow.

"does it really matter?" he says, brushing it off, handing out menus to the waiter as he finally lists off our order.

maybe the waitress sensed the tension, because she looked like she wanted to get out of this situation, badly.

our dumplings come after 15 minutes of bang chan staring at lisa, which makes me feel very uncomfortable.

"here you go sir and madam. enjoy." the waitress says timidly, placing a large plate of dumplings on the table.

bangchan smirks, picking up a dumpling with his chopsticks, pushing it towards my mouth.

"eat up, princess." he says huskily, grinning even more.

"i can feed myself chan." i say jokingly, pushing the chopsticks away.

he just stares back down at his plate.

this is so... out of character. he's changed completely.

don't be stupid, you've talked to him for a total of 4 minutes before this date. you don't know a single thing about him.

i quickly shove a few dumplings in my mouth.

i could eat these forever. it's a shame i can't, because the way bangchan is looking at me longingly makes me want to leave.

"uh, thankyou so much for tonight, but i'm suddenly feeling sick." i say out of nowhere, passing him a bank note or two, enough to cover her share of dumplings.

"oh, i'm sorry to hear that. i'll walk you out." he says sadly, picking up his bag, and placing his hand on my left hip.

what?

i walk in a certain way so that his hand falls off of it, but i van still feel his burning touch.

the second i step out the door, he suddenly pins me up against the wall of the shop, and places his lips roughly on my own.

i don't deny him a kiss, mostly because kissing people can be fun. lately it hasn't been. i just don't feel any... feelings from the men i've kissed.

i search for a spark in my brain, a pounding in my chest, a love blackout, as they call them, but nothing.

he's getting tougher now, he's put his calloused hands on my cheeks, pushing his lips further into mine, and i can feel him trying to push his tongue past my teeth, so i kick him.

i don't know why. i just did. i wanted out.

he stumbles off me, my lipstick smudged on his lips.

"what the fuck?" he exclaims angrily, tugging at his hair.

i shrug, rubbing my knuckles like a 6 year old.

"you're fucking crazy! we were having a good time, weren't we?" he asks me, laughing angrily, straightening out his shirt and looking around to see if anybody's watching this unusual exchange.

"you were. i wasn't." i say casually, and i begin to walk off, texting an uber quickly.

i feel can feel my eyes stinging.

he grabs my hand roughly, pulling me back.

"you could've just told me to stop!" he fumes, rubbing her shin where i kicked him.

i don't really know what to say to that. he's not wrong, i could've.

he stares at me helplessly as i shrug again.

"you're not fucking gay are you?" he asks angrily, his grip tightening on my wrist, which i can feel bruising.

"no! i-"  i'm interrupted when my uber comes up right next to me.

"don't you get in that car." he snarls, digging his nails into my wrist. i feel tears welling up in the corners of my eyes.

and then he just stares at me, like i'm a monster. like i've done something so wrong.

"i just didn't wanna kiss you." i say, trying to sound careless, but my voice cracks when i finally pull away and quickly hop in the uber, tears hitting me like a freight train.

my eyes sting, and i feel my mouth glue up.

"where to miss?" my uber asks from the front seat.

"uh-" i mumble, trying to remember rosie's address.

"143 lake street." i choke out, a fresh new set of tears rolling down my eyes and into my mouth.

my life is so fucking pathetic.

thankyou to that one person who voted, that really makes a difference xx

also sorry i was late to posting, this one took ages while i thought about the way i wanted it to go.

anyway enjoy there will likely be another chapter tomorrow night