Lisa
Over the next week, we worked hard to take down the video or report it to the host site.
Jennie handled it with a straight face until she read the comments on the video on one of the sites. Some were cruel. Some were twisted. All of them were sordid.
She was ready to torch the entire internet, so I ended up just telling her to leave it, and I'd handle the rest of it myself. Actually, I passed the task to Mashiho. He knew his way around that shit better than I did. And he'd be faster at it.
Irene's parents found out about the video and her involvement. They took her out of school for the rest of the year. She'd be home-schooled until she graduated.
Nate was another matter. He'd been MIA since the shit went down in the hallway last week, so I put him on the back burner for now.
But he'd show up eventually, and I wasn't anywhere near over it.
Jennie's dad, on the other hand, was the hardest part to deal with. He supported our new relationship, but we had to "slow the hell down."
He and I took Jennie to Chicago last weekend to buy the R8 she'd been eyeing online. He wasn't thrilled with spending that much money on a car for her, but he wanted to see her smile. Keep busy. Focus on another project.
Some people might consider his therapeutic tactics hiding, but it wasn't. The Nova project he invented for me last year was a way for me to not think constantly. I could get space, distance, and perspective.
It was already working on Jennie. I couldn't believe how quickly she was getting over the video.
"What's this?" Her curious eyes smiled at the box I'd just placed in her hands.
I sat on my knees on her bed, leaning back on my feet. "Open it."
Jennie had been in bed when I climbed through the tree—and the rain—to sneak in a visit.
I had dragged Mashiho with me to some outlet mall Mino told me about. Not normally a shopper, but I'd bit the fucking bullet and asked for ideas.
I wanted to give Jennie something special.
She slid the top off the box and picked out the charm bracelet, her eyes sparkling with surprise and a little confusion.
I watched her study the four charms hanging off the bracelet: a key, a coin, a cell phone, and a heart.
I kept my expression flat, still uneasy about anyone knowing how weak I was. How my hopes rested on this girl thinking I was worth a damn.
After a few moments, her eyes widened, and realization hit her. "My lifelines!" she blurted out, smiling, and I exhaled a relieved breath.
I didn't know, until recently, about Jennie's survival tactics with me. They were things she always carried on her when she went to parties or other social gatherings in high school.
Emergency type objects that she used to escape me if she needed. Money, phone, and car keys.
"Yeah." I ran a hand through my hair, droplets falling to my face. "When you told me on our way to Chicago about how you always wanted your escape plans when dealing with me in the past, I didn't want you to see me that way anymore."
"I don't—" She shook her head.
"I know," I interrupted. "But I want to make sure I never lose your trust again. I want to be one of your lifelines, Jennie. I want you to need me. So..." I pointed to the bracelet. "The heart is me. One of your lifelines. I took Mashiho with me today to pick it out."
I should've just gotten her a bracelet with a heart. That's it. A fucking heart. That was all she needed. I was the one to keep her safe. I was the one she'd run to—if Jennie ran to anybody at all—for help or comfort.
"How is your brother?" She brought me out of my thoughts.
"He's hanging in there," I offered. "My mom is working with a lawyer to try to get custody. He wants to meet you."
And he did. My brother's words, "I wanna meet the girl that's made you so boring."
Such a little shit.
"I'd love to," she said softly, and my heart swelled as I watched her twirl the bracelet around her fingers, studying it with a twinkle in her eyes.
"Put it on me?" she asked, and I tried to ignore the tear that fell down her cheek. I hoped it was a happy tear, and all of a sudden, I couldn't wait for her father to relax on the rules of how much time we were allowed to be together. I damn well needed to touch her.
And soon.
We were eighteen, but we both respected her dad. But in his head—and probably most father's heads—eighteen was still too young for the stuff I wanted to do to her.
For the stuff I'd already done to her.
I worked the clasp, fastening it to her wrist, and then pulled her onto my lap so that she straddled me.
Oh, Christ.
She wrapped her arms around my neck, her center grinding on me, and I closed my eyes for second.
It'd been too long.
Okay, only a week, but still.
When you've tasted the one thing that fills you up, it's impossible not to want more of it.
A lot more.
She leaned down, melting her soft, sweet lips to mine, and I held her hips tight. I knew I couldn't stay, but I didn't want to stop, either.
"Lisa," a deep male voice threatened, and we both jerked our heads to the door.
Shit. Jennie's dad.
I sighed, shaking my head.
"You need to go home now," he ordered me through the closed door. "We'll see you for dinner tomorrow night."
Awesome.
My body was screaming, but what could I tell him?
Hey, I need your daughter for about three hours or until she passes out from exhaustion? Or, would you mind if I slept over, because I never sleep so well as when Jennie's lips are buried in my neck?
Yeah, I snorted, that'd go over really well. "Yes, sir," I responded, and I could feel Jennie's body shaking with silent laughter.
I looked back to her. "I guess I need to go."
She held my shirt, touching her nose to mine. "I know," she said reluctantly. "Thank you for my bracelet."
I climbed off the bed and kissed the hell out of her before we said goodbye. She damn well wasn't making it easy, either, looking at me like she wanted to eat me.
But I did as I was told—for now—and climbed back through the tree.
Now, I was actually thrilled that Mr. Kim had never cut this thing down.
Wait…he might now, though.
I laughed to myself as I crawled back through my window, waved to her, and shut off the lights.
The hard-on in my pants hadn't lessened, and I was half-tempted to bring her back to my room.
Another cold shower night.
Making my way to the bathroom, I felt my phone vibrate against my thigh, and I grabbed it out of my pocket.
Looking at the screen, I had an urge to flush it down the toilet.
Rosé
I groaned.
It was late, and she and I weren't chatty. What the hell did she want?
Sliding the screen, I answered. "Yeah?"
"I have something for you," she sang, her voice slow and sultry and way too unnerving.
I straightened my shoulders, tensing. "I'm sure I'm not interested," I said flatly, turning on the shower.
"Oh, you will be." I could hear the smile in her voice. "I'm at Mino's house. Hurry or we'll start without youuuu."
Jesus. I wasn't one to judge, but Rosé could be a little stupid sometimes. Right now, however, she just seemed drunk.
"Put him on the phone," I ordered, my patience circling the drain.
I heard her giggle before the rustle on the other end.
"Lisa, just get over here," Mino laughed, keeping his voice low. "You'll want a piece of this."
What the fuck? "Of Rosé?"
"What?" Mino got defensive. "Rosé's awesome. She got you a present. He's waiting in the hot tub right now. I'll give you a hint. His name is Nate." My pulse throbbed in my throat, and my face got hot. "So get your fucking ass over here!" he shouted at me and hung up.
Oh, man. I breathed in and out, wanting to laugh and kick something at the same time.
Okay, I guess Rosé wasn't stupid, after all.
I had no idea how she wound up with Nate—and at Mino's house—but it was perfect.
I would pound the shit out of him for myself, but I'd kill him for Jennie.
When I thought of how she'd cried, having to face her father last week. Or of how I'd escorted her to every class to make sure no one said shit to her.
Every tear down her face, every shake of her chest, and every time she'd closed her eyes in embarrassment was pain that I'd caused. Nate and Irene didn't have a problem with her. They retaliated against me.
I walked into the spare bedroom and shook my brother awake. "Wanna go pick a fight?"
After we'd gone into Chicago today for Jennie's present, he'd crashed at my house. Even though I hated that he wasn't with us, I was relieved his foster parents were lenient with the visitations. He'd slept over every night this week, driving an hour to school every day.
"Hell, yes," he mumbled groggily and got out of bed.
He pulled his hair back into a long ponytail, and we both slipped into our Manoban trademark black hoodies before walking out the door. My mom was asleep, and I briefly thought of trying to grab Jennie and take her along, but it was better that she stayed home. No use taking the chance of getting her into more trouble.
We climbed into my nearly repaired Boss, and set out.
Mashiho yawned at my side as we cruised the slick, black streets to the other side of town.
"You don't get in until late, and you're always up early. You need more sleep." I tried to catch glimpses of him out of the corner of my eye.
He shook his head. "You should talk. I wake up to you cussing in the fucking shower at two a.m. every morning. You need to go grab that girl and take her for a nice, long drive tomorrow. I'm sure she's hurting for it as badly as you."
I narrowed my gaze out the window but couldn't keep the laugh out of my voice. "It wouldn't make any difference. I'd still need a cold shower. When you've got someone you love, you always want more."
"Oh, Jesus," he whined. "Just don't get her name tattooed on your body, please. The only chick's name we should ever have tattooed is our daughter's."
I shook my head but couldn't help the vision of a little brown haired girl with storm-blue eyes riding on my shoulders someday.
Jesus Christ.
I stared out the window, trying not to think about how my ideas of my future were changing.
Mashiho and I drove the rest of the way in silence to Mino's house, which was about ten times classier than the neighborhood Jennie and I lived in.
Don't get me wrong. We lived in a great area. Lots of well-kept houses, parks, and cozy neighborhood block parties.
But Mino? He lived in a place too rich for the town's lawyers and doctors. It wasn't a place for just professionals. It was a neighborhood for surgeons and corporate CEOs who kept their families hidden away while they worked in Chicago.
Driving up to the 12-foot black metal gate, I punched in the code.
During the day, there was security on duty to check visitors in and out, but at night, the staff was spread thin and usually spent their time patrolling the community in their SUVs.
The gate hummed as it swung open, and I slowly descended the perfectly paved street leading into the Seven Hills Valley.
After a few houses, we turned into Mino's driveway and curved around the loop in front of his door. Hopping out, I slammed the door shut and clenched my hands, trying to get psyched up. I still wasn't sure what my plan here was, but as usual, I dove head first and acted like I knew what I was doing.
When in doubt, stick to what you know.
I heard Mashiho fall in behind me, and we both walked into Mino's house and charged through the foyer toward the back.
Really, it was a mansion, but Mino corrected me on that term years ago. It was a house…or else.
He never bragged about his position in life or his money. If he did, we wouldn't be friends.
"Hey, dude. 'Bout fucking time." He jogged up to meet us in the hallway. He wore ridiculous black and gray plaid board shorts and his blonde hair, slicked back, looked like he'd just been swimming. But the rest of him was dry.
Halloween was in two days, and it was freezing, but Mino's Jacuzzi would make the weather tolerable.
I stopped in front of him. "So he actually came into your house?" I asked.
Nate knew Mino was my best friend. After the video, I didn't think Nate was so stupid that he would trust breathing the same air as Mino.
He smiled. "That's the awesome part. He thinks this is Rosé's house." His eyes gleamed like he was so proud he fooled Nate. "Rosé was out tonight and ran into him. She cooked up a scheme and texted me. I told her to bring him here. He hasn't even seen me yet."
He shrugged his shoulders and waited for me to respond.
I held back, not sure about how far I wanted to take this. I had shit to lose now, and for the first time in a long time, I cared about where my life went.
Mashiho cleared his throat at my side. "Leash a little tight, Lisa?"
Leash?
Fucking little shit.
I cocked my head to the side and shot him a look, but he just smiled and looked away.
Mashiho knew everything that had gone down with Nate—he was helping with the video after all—and while he gave me a hard time about my attachment to Jennie, he was on our side. He wanted to see that asshole pay as much as we did.
Stalking down the hall through the kitchen, I felt Mino and Mashiho fall in behind me.
I spied Rosé and Nate through the glass doors, carousing in the hot tub, before I walked out and interrupted his relaxed little world.
"Rosé, out of the hot tub." I jerked my head to the side.
"Wha—" Nate started.
"Don't talk." I cut him off.
Rosé, dressed in only her black bra and underwear, sloshed water out of the tub as she climbed out.
"Get his clothes," I ordered whoever without taking my eyes off Nate. In a second, it was Mino who came up and grabbed Nate's shit from the side of the tub.
I wasn't sure if Nate was wearing anything, but knowing him, he was all guts.
He didn't talk as his blue eyes darted between me, Mino, and Mashiho. I wasn't sure where Rosé had gone, but I hadn't heard the door to the house open, so I assumed she was still here on the patio.
"Mashiho, give me your knife." I held my hand out to my side, my eyes still focused on Nate's shocked expression, and a moment later, a switchblade was a placed in my palm.
Sliding the switch, the partially serrated blade shot out, vibrating in my hand.
Nate's eyes got wider, and his gaze shifted around like he was looking for an escape route.
Yeah, don't even try.
"You know why I'm pissed." I stood on the opposite side of the tub, facing him. "And you should've known I wasn't going to forget."
"Lisa—" he started.
"Shut up," I shot out.
His short, black hair was sweaty and clung to his forehead, while his lips trembled slightly.
"We could've gone to the police," I told him, "but I settle my own scores." I rotated my wrist, emphasizing the blade. "And it's really going to hurt."
"Please." His voice was raspy as he tried getting up. "I can explain."
"Explain?" I barked, and he sat back down. "Which part? The time you tried to force yourself on my girlfriend in the woods, or when you videotaped us naked and put it out for the whole world to see?"
I circled the hot tub, getting in his space. "You see, I can understand that you're too stupid to understand a simple direction." I dropped my voice to hell and let the knife do some talking. "But you will understand this. You're going to have a very uncomfortable night."
I inched closer, leaning in.
"I'm sorry," he gasped out, his blue eyes dancing between my face and the shiny, black blade in my right hand. "I shouldn't have touched her. I won't even look at her again. Please, don't."
"You're what?" I stopped and asked, quirking an eyebrow.
"I'm sorry," he said louder.
"Sorry for what?"
"I'm sorry for messing with your girlfriend," he rushed out.
"No." I shook my head like I was speaking to a toddler. "You're sorry for messing with Jennie," I prompted.
Whether or not she's my girlfriend, he doesn't mess with her again. Ever.
"Jennie." He corrected himself, breathing hard. "I'm sorry for messing with Jennie. It'll never happen again. I was stupid. I was drunk. I'll apologize to her."
"No." My voice had gone from slightly amused to death-threat. "If you ever speak to her again, look at her, talk about her… if you even smile at her, I'm going to add your blood to this knife's collection." My jaw ached with tightness, and I could sense Mino and Mashiho shifting off to the side. "Now, go home," I ordered Nate.
"What?" I heard Mino's bellow, but my eyes stayed on Nate, scurrying out of the hot tub completely fucking naked.
"He leaves." I turned to look at my friend and brother, both looking like their eyes were about to pop out of their heads. "This time."
I knew they wanted to see this dickhead get his ass kicked. Hell, I wanted it, too.
But something had changed. I didn't want to always feel like Jennie deserved better than me.
Doing what my gut wanted to do to Nate tonight would serve no end. He was a loser. I had my girl. She loved me. I'd won.
"My clothes." Nate looked around, fidgeting and shivering. "My keys are in my jeans."
"Then I guess you've got problems." I hoped my smile looked sinister. "Have a nice walk."
He hesitated for a moment, probably wondering how he was going to get home ten miles away and with no clothes in the October chill.
But he didn't argue.
Everyone was quiet as he left the patio.
I noticed Rosé standing a huge distance away, covered with a towel. She had sounded drunk on the phone, but her face was somber now.
"I'll make sure he gets out," Mino laughed. "Don't want him trying to grab clothes from my house."
Sliding the switch to tuck the blade back in, I tossed it to my brother and started walking towards the house.
"Lisa, what the hell? Not even a punch?" His voice was soft. Not really disappointed so much as confused.
"There are other things worth fighting for, Mashiho."
Walking up to Jennie's best friend, I was surprised that I actually felt glad to have Rosé around. I doubt Mino or Mashiho could've gotten Nate here tonight. She and I had both been stupid for our own selfish reasons, but I knew she had Jennie's back tonight, and I hoped Rosé would come clean about everything. Jennie needed an explanation from her.
"Thanks." I nodded to Rosé.
"Sure."
Her eyes quickly reverted to Mashiho, pinching her eyebrows together.
Looking over at him, I saw that he was scanning her up and down, violating her in every way a man can violate a woman without touching her.
"What are you looking at?" she snapped.
The corner of his mouth turned up. "Do you need a ride home?"
"I don't know you." Her sneer was condescending.
"You will," he shot back matter-of-factly. "May as well get acquainted now."
Oh, Jesus.
Her face fell, but she returned the favor and gave him the once over he'd given her. "How old are you, anyway?"
"Old enough to unravel you."
I wiped my hand down my face, ready to get the hell home.
Rosé looked between the two of us, scowling and clearly aggravated.
"You're both the same." She shook her head and turned around to walk away. "Mino, I need a ride home!" she yelled as she entered the house.
I heard Mashiho exhale a laugh, and I just rolled my eyes.
We both steered clear of commitment, but we went about it differently. He didn't get caught up in the long line of short, disconnected relationships the way I did. He didn't mind letting people in, because he knew they'd never make it into the end zone with him.
I was afraid that I would care too much.
Mashiho knew he wouldn't care enough.
"Who was that?" he asked as we walked back through Mino's house and to my car.
"Jennie's best friend, Rosé." We opened our car doors and climbed in. "And don't," I ordered.
"Don't what?"
"I'm trying to get level with Jennie. Shit needs to calm down. Don't create more drama. Rosé's not a one night stand kind of girl, and she's definitely too emotional for friends with benefits. Just leave her alone."
"Too late, sis. My people are hunters."
His people. I laughed to myself, although it was sad. I doubted Mashiho even remembered what his mother looked like let alone her tribe's name. And he was only a fourth American Japan, anyway, but to him, he was all American.
"She's not your type," I pointed out. "Uptight and whiny."
Pulling around the driveway, I laid on the gas, speeding down the road towards the gate.
"Exactly my type." He spoke low. "You can't fall for someone like that."