Mine (Jenlisa)

three.

Jennie's POV~

It was a few days before the woman came back to the library, fifteen minutes before closing. Not the mustache man- Jisoo was right about that. He was gone for good, probably murdered- but the beautiful woman. The one I'd kissed. The brown haired, brown-eyed Angelina Jolie.

Boring old me stayed away. I did not want to scare her off. This was the only time she'd been back since the first time I'd seen her; when I'd kissed her. And as strict as Nayeon was about helping library patrons, I thought that I would be more help not scaring her out of the library again with a random kiss.

I stayed in the kid's section and shelved picture books, watching as she went up into the stacks and dreaming about all of the dark, terrible, wonderful things she could do to me if she had me in bed. Then she came back down and started to head out of the library. My hand reached back into my jean's pocket. I had not done laundry in two weeks, and the slip of paper was still stuffed into my back pocket. I pulled it out and looked at it. Random numbers and letters. But it was something to start a conversation about. I could talk to her.

"Hey, you dropped this last time you were here. So what is important about this code anyway?" I did not know why I was so hell-bent on talking to her again anyway. If someone asked, I would probably tell them it was Jisoo breaking my balls, calling me boring every two minutes, and asking me if I'd kiss anyone again. I was not boring, dammit!

But the real reason I clocked out early and scooted after her?

I wanted to kiss her again.

I wanted to feel that passion.

I wanted to know if her mind was as dark as mine.

In the parking lot, I saw her get into a silver Mercedes Benz. This girl must have a lot of money. She was too far away to run after, and I thought about giving up and going inside. Finishing up the picture books section. She did not need the slip of paper anyway. But then I changed my mind. The kid's books could wait. What if the paper I had from her was super important? What if she was a secret agent and the paper I had was a secret code? And- bigger question, what if she kissed me again? So I hopped into my black Honda Civic, a boring car, Jisoo would say. Then I drove off after her.

I'd seen enough cop shows to know how to trail someone. Stay behind, but not too far behind. Don't let traffic lights get between you. Have a boring car. Check! It also helped that the car between us was full of five college frat boys hanging out the windows and blasting K-Pop music. If she ever looked in her rear view mirror, all she would see was Animal House on wheels.

A rush of excitement went through me as I followed her. I was off work, and instead of going out to clubs, I was chasing a sexy girl who might even be a secret agent! There was no way Jisoo could call me boring after this. Okay, so she probably is not a secret agent. But at least I could pretend she was for now.

I crawled behind her from light to light, and she never noticed me. I supposed that this might be a good career for an average- looking girl with an average looking figure. No one ever noticed me: I would make a great undercover cop. I made a mental note to ask the career counselor about it.

Soon, she turned off of the main street and headed out of town. I lagged behind; there were not any intersections on this road. She kept driving, and more than once I thought that I was crazy to keep following her.

Why? Why did I keep following?

I don't know, not really. I wanted to see what was hidden in those eyes. I wanted to know what the important code was. I wanted to ask her why she would not date. Or if it was just that she would not date a girl like me. Maybe she was not attracted to girls and I was just a delusional (A/N: Mga delulus where you you!) for pining over her. There was something mysterious about chasing after a girl I do not even know, and my heart beat faster as I drove, excitement pumping through my veins.