fall for u [JenLisa]

four

-jennie-

"LISA!" I nervously say, gripping the handle above as I looked at her in horror, then back to the road again, "Slow down!"

We passed by a green traffic light for the second time and my heart almost jumped out of my chest as vehicles honked at us.

"Lisa please!"

Still, she acted as if she didn't hear me. I was so tensed and scared that I'm already of the verge of crying, especially when I saw a car ahead of us while Lisa overtaked and sped up.

Oh God.

I squeezed my eyes shut and held tight, praying to still be able to fully function if ever I come out alive after all this.

I was heaving so hard when I realized that there was not a sound of a crash, so I slowly opened my eyes and saw Lisa's house a few meters away. When we reached her house, she parked abruptly, almost choking me on the seatbelt as I leaned forward.

I breathed harder, desperately gasped for air as I stared wide eyed in front-then at her stone cold eyes.

I recognized pain in it, despite all the emotions running inside me because of her driving.

But still, I was angry.

"I told you to slow down!" I shouted, releasing myself on the seatbelt to look at her. My eyes watered as her eyes turned to me, "Fuck you Lisa!"

Her eyes softened, but then averted her eyes, "Language, Jennie."

So she's suddenly calm and proper now? Ha!

"Yeah, well, fuck you!"

She shook her head then got out of her car. She didn't even help me out like she did earlier when we got to the restaurant, instead, she marched towards her house without even waiting for me.

Asshole.

I quickly run off to follow her. At least she left the door open for me to enter.

"Lisa," I called out to her, following her upstairs.

"You can sleep on the guest room, I'll bring you home tomorrow," she said without looking back, her shoulders looked stiff, her voice hoarse.

I know she's just trying to act all tough and unbothered, and it's making me worry.

She goes in and was about to close the door when I stopped her.

"I'm here for you Lis," I blurt out, "You can talk to me."

"Thanks but I'm fine," she says without even turning to face me.

My heart aches for her. I've never seen her like this.

"No you're not. I know you're hurting," I said softly, opening her door a bit wider so I can take a step forward, "You love her."

"What, you want to give me an advice?" she snorted, which I would normally find offending, but I know some people mask their pain by this kind of harshness they wear. She turns to me, her smile mocking but her eyes felt emotionless for me, "You?"

I frowned with the way she insulted me with that word.

I know she's thinking I'm too young to even know what love feels like, and how it feels to be betrayed by the person you love.

"What's so wrong with being 19 years old, Lisa? Just because you're a few years older than me doesn't mean I couldn't at least sympathize with you," I sighed.

Her jaw clenched.

"I don't need sympathy. I don't need your pity Jennie!"

I flinched, almost stepping back. I hate that she's directing all her anger on me.