chasing girl wonder

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The next day, as Jennie flipped through her playlist, searching for the perfect jam, Roseanne got inside her electro-metallic pink Porsche Cayenne in haste. Roseanne slumped in the passenger seat, trying to hide from Lisa who had just driven away from her café.

"God, I hope she didn't see me. Go, go, go!" Roseanne hit Jennie's arm repeatedly, prompting her to start driving.

"Okay, okay! My gosh." Jennie fumed, shifting the gear from Park mode to Drive, looking back and forth from her side mirror to the front as she cut through the traffic. "Why are we stalking your, uh, sleepover... mate? Aren't you two just together? Uhm... Your not-yet-girlfriend-but-we-fucked-so-good-it-didn't-slip-our-minds-to-label-things-between-us-yet... In short, your undefined thing?"

"That's quite a mouthful, and props for trying to sum it up incomprehensibly... But I was paying attention. Got the 'not-yet-girlfriend' and 'we fucked so good' part—yup." Roseanne threw a sarcastic smile at Jennie as she leaned back in her seat. Turning her head back to the front, she tugged at Jennie's cardigan sleeves wildly. "Faster!"

Pressured, Jennie released an annoyed huff, adjusting her sunglasses. "What's this... If you'll be that hysterical—"

"Not hysterical!" Roseanne defended.

"—that's only going to make me—," Jennie sighed. "Care to tell me what's this about? What's the 'hurry, let's stalk Lisa because the bitch is hiding a secret from me' fuss about? It's not even ten yet. Haven't had my coffee yet."

Roseanne was only half-listening, keeping her eye on Lisa's Kogata, shifting in her seat when a pick-up truck cut in front of them. "Bitch." When she heard Jennie scoff, she patted Jennie's shoulder to appease and added, "Not you, boo. That truck. Geez, Lisa's going too fast. And I—I didn't say she's hiding a secret from me."

Jennie swerved to the right to overtake the truck. "Boo, what we're doing right now—it's a hundred percent trying to catch whatever it is you think Lisa's doing behind your back. Are we seeing red flags already? Or shall I say, are you acting crazy for her already?"

The question seemed to plug the paranoia out of Roseanne's system. She started to relax her shoulders, a sheepish smile forming on her face. "It's not a red flag or anything. I just need to know who's this person she buys Iced Americano for every day."

Curling her eyebrows, Jennie paused for a moment to gauge the level of crazy Roseanne was in. "Huh?"

Roseanne's smile slowly faded at the silly thought. "She wouldn't tell me this morning when I kept asking. I—I mean well! Just don't want her getting into trouble or something. Is this too much? Am I being—gosh, I don't know. Probably got sick—got her fever." She brought her hand up to check her forehead using the back of her hand.

"Explain that to your girl—not yet girlfriend." Jennie giggled following her snarky comment, causing Roseanne to click her tongue upsettingly. "Do you think she's seeing another girl?"

The question took the backseat, getting cozy into the throes of jealousy. For a moment, Roseanne's mind spiraled with that possibility. Ellipses of doubt filled her heart—"No." The stupid doubt evaporated just as fast as she took her next breath. "No, I don't think so." Hearing herself utter the trust she had for Lisa settled her heart for she had known Lisa on a whole different level since their intimate rendezvous.

"Of course, you won't know unless you put a label on it." Jennie shrugged, all casual about it. "The fuck did Lisa do to you to reach this level of infatuation though? Was she grinding against your cookie so hard? Enough to compel you to—"

"Boo!"

While navigating traffic and dodging pedestrians, Jennie snorted. "While we're being gossip spies here, can you pick a song that's perfect for stalking your bedmate?"