Driven To You

Chapter 10

Lisa leaned back in her seat, the soft hum of the plane's engines filling the air as the Red Bull private jet cruised through the sky toward Azerbaijan. She stared out the window, her mind half-focused on the upcoming race but constantly drifting back to Jennie. It didn't help that Rosé, sitting across from her with her usual curious energy, had already picked up on it.

"So," Rosé began casually, her tone light but with an obvious undertone of mischief, "have you kissed Jennie yet?"

Lisa choked on her water, sputtering as the question came out of nowhere. "W-What?!" She looked at Rosé wide-eyed, wiping her mouth with the back of her hand. "What kind of question is that?"

Rosé groaned, rolling her eyes dramatically. "Oh, come on. Clearly there's something going on. Don't pretend like there isn't."

Lisa shifted uncomfortably in her seat, glancing around the otherwise empty plane. She and Rosé had the whole cabin to themselves, but that didn't make the conversation any easier. "Jennie's a lot harder to chase, okay? It's not that simple," Lisa muttered, fiddling with the hem of her jacket.

Rosé raised an eyebrow, a playful smirk tugging at her lips. "Harder to chase, or harder to catch?"

Lisa blinked at her, momentarily thrown off by the question. "Why are we talking about this again?"

Rosé shrugged nonchalantly, raising her hands in mock surrender. "I'm just saying, we're already heading into the fourth race of the season, and you've been dancing around this thing with Jennie since... well, Bahrain, probably longer." She leaned in slightly, grinning. "And on top of that, you're sitting on top of the driver's standings. I'd say you're losing your charm, Lisa."

Lisa shot her a look, though there was no real bite behind it. "I'm not losing my charm," she retorted, her voice defensive yet uncertain. "I just... I don't want to scare her off, you know? Jennie's... different. I don't want her to think I'm just trying to—" She paused, her voice dropping slightly, "—you know, get her in bed or something."

Rosé's eyes sparkled with mischief, but her tone was surprisingly serious as she interrupted. "Are you?"

Lisa's eyes widened in disbelief. "No! What the hell, Rosie?!"

Rosé chuckled, leaning back in her seat, clearly enjoying watching Lisa squirm. "Alright, alright. Relax." She crossed her arms and gave Lisa a more thoughtful look. "So, if you're not trying to sleep with her, then what do you want? What's the plan with Jennie, if it's not a one-time thing?"

Lisa opened her mouth to answer but found herself momentarily lost for words. What did she want? Jennie wasn't just some passing interest. It was... more. She finally sighed, leaning her head back and staring up at the ceiling of the plane. "I don't know. It's not just about—" She gestured vaguely, trying to put her feelings into words. "I just want to be around her, you know? I want to make her laugh, I want to... I don't know. Make her happy. She's not someone I can just mess around with."

Rosé watched her for a moment, her expression softening slightly. "So, you're serious about her?"

Lisa nodded slowly, her brow furrowing. "Yeah. I think I am. But that's the problem. I don't know if Jennie's ready for that, or if she even wants it."

Rosé raised an eyebrow, tilting her head slightly. "You do realize she's your rival, right?"

Lisa let out a dry laugh, shaking her head. "Yeah, I'm painfully aware."

Rosé leaned in, her tone teasing but with an underlying sincerity. "Well, here's a tip from me, Lisa. If you're serious about Jennie, then maybe stop thinking about her as just a rival. Show her who you really are outside of the track. Let her know you want her for her, not because you want to beat her."