Love to Hate You

Chapter Twenty One

Jennie

"What are you doing on the floor?" a voice says out of nowhere, causing me to almost jump out of my shoes.

"For fuck's - " I put down my over-blitzed microwave lasagna that looks like a puddle of cheese and look up to Lisa, who is standing over the top of me, wearing tight black-coated jeans, and a blue shirt. She's really attractive, and for a moment, I can't think of anything else.

"What? I don't know. Just hanging out," I finally say.

"What's wrong with the couch?" Lisa pauses, then points to my lasagna. "And what on earth is that hideous thing that you are ingesting?"

"Oh my god. What's with the questionnaire? Why are you always hovering?" I ignore her reference to my dinner.

"I was going to head out to bar with a friend, but they canceled," Lisa says. "You don't fancy a drink, do you? I mean, it's a long weekend after all."

"A drink?" I parrot.

Lisa scrunches up her face. "Yes, something you put in your mouth."

"Oh... right." I snap myself out of my stupor. I want to make a snide comment about having nurses on speed dial but go with, "Out of options?"

"Bottom of the barrel." Lisa moves in front of me, arms wide. "Well?"

My brain says no, but then I think about a night in eating my cheese soup, and I hear myself blurt out, "Actually, yeah."

Frankly, I could use the company. Miles and Jane are at some couple's retreat working on their long-standing communication issues, while Rosie is on a private jet with Jisoo, probably halfway to the mile-high club.

I don't let Lisa know that I'm friendless or have a slight case of the Sunday night blues, so I say, "The thought doesn't completely repel me. Purely platonic, though. Don't get any creepy ideas."

Lisa curls her lip. "As if."

I stand and pick up my lasagna, juggling it from palm to palm because it is still piping hot. A chain of curse words leaves my mouth before I fling it down on the kitchen counter, and it spills everywhere.

I look to Lisa, and she just rolls her eyes. "I'll clean it up. Go have a shower."

"Okay," I say, trying to hide my grin. Who is this new and improved person?

"Let's leave at seven," she says, picking up the slop off the floor. "That should give you enough time to do whatever you do in there for so long with your million and one bottles."

I try to hide my smirk, then hurry my little burnt paws off to shower before she can change her mind. Going out to get drunk with Lisa Manoban is either a terrible or fantastic idea. I guess I will know which soon.

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A/N:

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