Smut Chapter 8: S7, a fandom fanfic

JENNIE

"Seriously, fuck everyone," Jisoo says, swiping my phone from me. "You need to make my contact name 'Daddy Issues'."

We're in a tapas bar downtown, one of my favorite places to go since the food and wine are phenomenal and it's located down this narrow brick alley that makes you think you're in some quaint European city, but unfortunately neither of us are in the best mood. Jisoo has just finished telling me about the thirty-five year old single dad she's seeing, illustrating the time his ex-wife and child came home early and caught them both buck-ass naked in bed. Me, well, I've been listening to her but mainly stewing over the asshole maneuver that Lisa pulled tonight.

I think what pisses me off more is not that I'm missing out on a night of finishing up the project but that I was actually looking forward to Lisa's company. It pains me to admit it but for the last two weeks, I've started enjoying our time together, both of us working toward a common goal. It's like for once I'm with someone who understands the drive to write and the deep-seated perfectionist need to make it the best that it can be.

But then she blew off our meeting to go bang some chicks and so now I'm at the bar, drinking rioja like it's going out of style.

Jisoo hands my phone back to me and I check that she indeed changed her contact name to Daddy Issues. "Anyway," she says, popping an olive in her mouth, "I'm not sure how much longer this will last."

"It's only been a week," I remind her quietly.

"Feels like a lifetime," she says, giving me a sidelong glance. "Hey, you better start smiling or keep drinking or I'm not going to sit with you anymore."

I roll my eyes and take a gulp of my wine. "I pick the wine."

She twists in her seat to face me, studying my expression. "I'm surprised you're this upset."

"I'm not upset," I reply testily. "I'm angry."

"That's called being upset, Jennie. And really, the question is, why are you angry? You knew she was like this. I mean, she's been your nemesis until recently."

"I think I liked her better when she was my nemesis," I say into my wine. Hating Lisa was a lot more fun in some ways. At least I didn't feel hurt when she slighted me, just annoyed.

"People never change," she says, reaching for the sliced chorizo. She offers it to me but I shake my head. She goes on. "I mean, not really. It's not like I actually saw her hitting on them, it was mainly her friend, whom I've already nicknamed Johnny Utah."

I glance up at her sharply. "What are you talking about?"

"The other day," she explains between chews. "It was Lisa's Point Break friend that was hitting on them. He made the googly eyes and head nod and pelvis thrusts before he went and sat with them while Lisa stayed behind and got a beer bath."

I try to form words. "Are you serious? Why did you tell me it was Lisa?"

She shrugs. "I don't know, what's the difference? The point was, she's pissed off a lot of waitresses at that bar. I was by the window, inside when it happened and I heard quite the mouthful from some of the girls. They were actually clapping."

I rub my lips together, trying to think. The copious amount of wine is finally hitting me and thinking is getting harder. "She told me she was going out with them."

"Look, I'm not a psychic, I don't know what happened. But the fact is that Lisa is a fuckgirl you should never fuck and I've got daddy issues now and so the two of us are better off in here, with each other, getting drunk."

I eye her dryly, knowing very well that she'll be leaving this place with someone and it won't be me.

Half an hour later, I'm right. She's slowly applying pale lip gloss to her lips and looking over at three guys by the bar. The cutest one, slim, tall, tattoos, is going wild with eye contact. Another one, a trim beard and big arms, waves at her. Man, they're forward.

"Do you know them?" I ask her.

She grins slyly at me. "Dated them both. Not at the same time though but it's the same circle of friends."

This doesn't surprise me but still. "What?"

She shrugs and flips her crazy hair over her shoulder. "You want to meet men, go hang out at the marina bars. Those guys with boats sure know how to use their hands. They rigged me up six ways from Sunday. Once again, not together," she pauses, running her tongue over her teeth. "Though who knows tonight. Why don't you come over and I'll introduce you? You know you need to get laid."

"I'm not having any part of your exes or your orgy."

"The other guy might be single."

"I'll pass." I sigh and bring out my phone to call a cab and leave her to this wicked web she's spun. "Please don't bang two exes at the same time or I'm going to get confused."

She wiggles her fingers at me. No promises.

With my cab on the way, I make my way to the door, a light rain coming down and making the brick alley shine in the night. I look back at Jisoo inside who so easily sits at the bar with her exes and smiles like she doesn't have a care in the world and wonder why it can't be that easy for me.

I blow a wayward strand out of my hair and walk down the street to catch the cab.

"Good luck today," Ana says to me before she darts off to her school. "If you need her balls ripped off, you know who to call." She makes a clawing motion with her bright pink nails and heads out the door, her makeup case in tow.

I nod, wiping my brow on my sleeve. After waking up with an aching head and knowing I'd have to see Lisa today, I went for a long run along the water, trying to get out my frustration. I'm exhausted now but still have this uneasiness in my stomach that I'm really hoping doesn't translate into me getting sick. The last thing I want is to puke in class. Or, really, ever again.

I haven't spoken to Lisa since yesterday, nor have I texted or emailed her. Because of this I know that class is going to be completely awkward and I have no idea whether I should address what happened or not. I mean I'm sure other classmates blow off their assigned partners too from time to time but this just happens to feel so personal and I'm not sure why.

Luckily once I get to school, I spot Jisoo about to head up the stairs.

"Hey," I call after her and hurry to catch up. "What happened with your exes last night, you never texted me."

She gives me a dry look and I realize she's still wearing not only her makeup from last night but the same clothes. "Ugh. I can't wait to shower all this regret off of me," she says, sounding wrecked. Then her eyes grow round as she looks over my shoulder. "Heads up, Hugh Grant Jr. is coming your way."

I turn to see Lisa coming toward me. Shit.

I quickly whip around just as Jisoo is abandoning me, running up the stairs.

"You bitch," I mutter under my breath and try to inhale deeply.

"Jennie," Lisa says crisply to my back.

I slowly turn around, raising my brow. "No nickname this time?"

She gives me a wary smile. "Oh I've got plenty but they're all very inappropriate during a proper grovel."

"This is you grovelling?"

She chews on her lip for a moment and looks away, her eyes shifting from dark grey to dark blue in the dim light of the hallway. "I'm sorry I cancelled last night," she says, focus on me again, brows raised in offering. "You forgive me?"

Shit. She's got one hell of a sweet face when she wants to be sweet. Those dimples, the puppy dog eyes. She knows exactly what she's doing.

"Maybe," I say. "That really pissed me off. You're not the only who has a life you know, I put off things so that we could work together."

She runs her fingers along her chin. Her fingers are something else. I've only really noticed them as we've been working together but my mind has gone a few places imagining what else she can do with them. And now I know I must be blushing. I clear my throat and stare at her expectantly.

"I know," she says. "Something came up."

"Two blondes with, I'm guessing, big tits is what came up."

She raises her finger. "Actually one had small tits and I never went on a date with them. Her or her tits. That was my mate Bobby who did that. At least I assume he did, I actually never heard back from him."

I guess Jisoo was right. Not sure why that bothers me. "Then why did you lie?"

She coughs out an incredulous sound. "Because you assumed already that I was cancelling because of some girls."

"And you weren't."

"No," she says adamantly. "Look, darling, I know this may come as a surprise to you but I have a life that involves more than getting my dick sucked."

I flinch at her language though I'm not sure it's because of her crudeness or that it ignited a hot flare of interest inside me. I'm praying for the former. "Well you could have fooled me."

Some students brush past us, heading to the stairs. Lisa reaches out and grabs my elbow, leading me out of their way and over to the wall. Her grip on my arm is firm and gentle at the same time and what little intimacy this is surprises me.

She moves me so that my back is against the wall and peers down at me intensely. I've seen this look before when she's discussing her character and it makes me feel slightly off-balance. I swallow thickly.

"I just found out that my dad and stepmum are getting divorced," she says in a low voice. "It caught me off-guard though clearly I was missing all the signs. Anyway, my stepbrother Kevin was having a hard go of it all. They still haven't told him but the chap is smart, he knows. They asked me to stay for dinner and I couldn't say no. I'm really sorry I had to do that, I was looking forward to seeing you." She pauses, blinking a few times. "I mean, I was looking forward to working with you on the novella. But I don't mind seeing you either. Especially that arse of yours."

So many things flying through my head at once. I push the comment about my arse aside since it's not the first time she's made some remark about one body part or another. "I'm so sorry," I tell her. "You should have just said that."

"Well I obviously called you to tell you the truth but once you got all fiery like the barmy redhead you are, it was hard not to fan the flames. So I'm sorry for that." She holds her hand out. "Apology accepted?"

I put my hand in hers and she squeezes it tightly. "Accepted." Her brow quirks and I feel a smile tug at the corner of my mouth. "And I'm sorry for jumping to conclusions. You had a good excuse."

"You mean a threesome isn't a good excuse?"

"Not unless it's like your life's goal or something."

She puts her hand at my back and leads me away from the wall to the stairs. "I'm pretty sure a threesome is everyone's life goal."

"Fair enough."

We head up the stairs and pause outside the classroom just as Irene slides past us, giving Lisa the death stare. Clearly she's still not over her or the Fluffy incident and I'm not sure I blame her.

"My groveling isn't complete you know," she says to me.

"Well you haven't gotten down on your knees," I muse jokingly, tapping my fingers against my chin.

"Darling, when I get down on my knees I'll be paying it back in a different way," she says and I swear there's a change in her tone, like her voice got deeper, her accent huskier.

Don't even picture it, I warn myself.

She goes on. "Dinner. Tonight. After class. My treat."

My head jerks back like she just grew an extra ear. "Dinner? No way."

"We're friends," she protests.

"We are not friends," I remind her. "Partners. Classmates. Maybe POW buddies. But we're not friends."

"You're a very cruel woman."

"I'm a smart woman, but thanks for not referring to me as a girl like usual. Dinner is too intimate and we're supposed to work, not eat."

"What about working and then eating?"

"What about just working?"

"What about not being a stick in the mud," she volleys back.

"What about taking me for a drink," I finish, surprising myself.

It surprises her too. She grins and those dimples deepen. "All right, a drink. I'm buying."

"You sure are," I tell her. "But only after we get some work done."

"Fine."

Interestingly enough, this is the first class where time seems to crawl past. Usually this class is over before I know it and I'm hanging onto Marie's every word. This time, all I can think about is Lisa.

Lisa.

I've turned into the rest of them, feeling strangely satisfied that I'm going for drinks with her after class even though I'm sure it's what half the girls in here have done. I'm sneaking glances Lisa's way and when her eyes meet mine something in my stomach turns over, happily, like a puppy rolling over. But it's not surrender. It doesn't even have a name.

At least you're not thinking about Sehun and the colossal mistake you might have made by not saying yes, I remind myself and damn it, it's like my mother takes possession of my brain every now and then.

By the time class grinds to a halt, I'm wanting a drink more than ever. I walk off with Lisa and catch Jisoo giving me the I knew it look out of the corner of my eye.

"Where to?" I ask as we stride across the parking lot to her car.

"Ever been to Spinnakers?" she asks. "Brew pub out toward Esquimalt?"

I'd heard of it but never been there. Sehun was always a fan of the fancier places downtown and certainly not brew pubs.

"Is this place safe?" I ask her as we get inside Mr. Mean, after clearing the usual crap from the passenger seat.

"Safe?" Lisa asks leaning toward me, a piece of her messy hair flopping onto her forehead. I fight the urge to reach over and brush it off her face.

"Should I get a poncho for the beer spillage?" I explain.

She laughs, her smile wide and easy. "No, no. Spinnakers is sacred ground for me. I need some place I can go and not have to deal with someone's wrath."

"You do realize it would be easier for you to just not screw women over. Maybe just commit every once in a while or at least be honest."

Her eyes darken, the smile fading a touch. "I've been nothing but honest."

There's something more there, something I want to poke and prod at with a stick, bring it out and examine it on a table. But I don't say a word, not yet anyway. It's not like I've been all that forthcoming either.

When we get to the pub I can't believe it's been here all this time and I'm only just going there now. Granted, I've only been of the drinking age for three years but still. I have a lot of catching up to do.

Spinnakers is located at the base of a cove just outside of the downtown core. With the sun hanging low and the weather back to being almost summer-like and perfect with a fresh breeze and blue skies, it looks like the perfect place to spend an afternoon having a few.

I follow her in through the entrance which consists of a bakery and a growler-filling station and we go upstairs where it seems less formal. There's a pool table and old teak tables tucked into nooks and crannies. The small upstairs deck is already full so we grab a table by the window, across from the fireplace.

"This is nice," I tell her as we sit down, grabbing the elaborate drink menu.

"I can't believe you've lived in Victoria your whole life and you've never been here."

"You wouldn't believe a lot of things about myself," I mumble, absently noting that every cocktail seems to have gin in it. How very English, just like Lisa.

"Try me," she says.

I glance at her over the menu. "Try what?"

She sits back in her chair, all completely at ease and flashes me that smile. "Tell me something about yourself that I wouldn't believe."

I'm not sure if she's serious or not. "Let me get a drink first."

Only it's so very hard to choose. I settle on some raspberry vinegary drink called a "shrub."

"There's something you probably wouldn't believe," I tell her after the waitress takes our order. "I like my drinks with vinegar in them." Though it's a first for me as well.

She cocks her head, seeming to think that over. "I believe it. Ever been to New York?"

I can't help but sigh. "No. I always wanted to. Even tried to last year, booked the hotel and everything but…things didn't happen."

"No money? The city is expensive."

I lick my lips, hesitating. "I had the money. I mean, my parents would have paid for it."

I can see a light going off in her head as she nods, the look of this rich bitch.

"Then why?" she asks and I have to give her credit for not saying anything about my privilege.

"Ex-boyfriend. The one I mentioned before."

"Sehun?"

I'm impressed. "You have good memory."

"There's a lot of good about me that you don't know about," she says lightly though I swear there's a slight edge to her voice. "Anyway, in New York they have a pickle bar. Actually they have a few pickle bars."

"A pickle bar," I repeat.

"Just as the name says. I went a few years ago, got a cheap flight out from Gatwick and spent a week wandering around the city with no plans at all." She gets this dreamy, faraway look in her eyes as she stares at the fire. She shakes her head slightly, snapping out of it. "So the pickle bar is in East Village, I think, and it's nothing fancy, just a good place to get a drink except they serve their shots with pickle juice and you can even order a jar of pickles to eat on the side."

"That sounds…"

"Brilliant, right?"

Actually for my pickle-loving soul it does. "Who did you go to New York with? Family?"

"Ex-girlfriend," she says.

"When did you guys break up?"

She rubs her fingers along her chin and stares at the ceiling. "Um, maybe a year ago. No, less than that."

"She's still in England."

She gives me a simple nod. "Yes," she says, baring her teeth slightly.

"That can't be easy," I say, trying to put myself in her shoes. "Long distance and all that. I mean normal relationships are hard enough, I can't imagine how difficult they are when you're continents apart."

"Yes, well, lesson learned," she says quickly, smiling up at the waitress as she drops off our drinks. Lisa gestures to me. "Did you want to order food?"

"What did I say earlier?"

"That we're obviously here to drink, then eat, then work."

I glance at the waitress and she's beaming down at us like we're some couple on their first date. I have the urge to tell her that I have to be here in order to graduate but I'm sure she's heard it all before.

I hold out my hand for the menu and the waitress hands it back.

"I don't know how I got roped into going to dinner with you," I tell her, trying to keep my focus on the list of farm-to-table food.

"Because I'm utterly charming," she explains, splaying her hands out.

"Well at least you didn't mention your cock. That has to be a first."

She doesn't say anything and I have to glance over my menu at her. She's staring at me with the intensity she had in the halls earlier, though her eyes look a bit lazier, languid, like they're drinking me in and loving it.

I swallow uneasily, not used to this attention from her, and pick up my drink. I take a timid sip, the vinegar a shock to my tongue but it quickly blends with the raspberry and other liqueurs. Before I know what I'm doing, I've finished half the drink and my body immediately relaxes.

"Thirsty?" Lisa comments after a sip of her dark beer.

"It's a small glass," I say defensively.

"And I'm paying," she says. "And driving. Go nuts."

I push the drink away. "I'll behave."

She waits a beat, licking her lips, before she says, "I wish you wouldn't."

Oh boy. I meet her eyes and I'm held there for a moment. This whole thing was a mistake. I should have stayed mad at her. I should have insisted we work on this in the library like we have before.

"Hey," she says softly, breaking her stare and twisting in her seat to take out her laptop. "Let's get started."

And somehow, just like that, she moves into work mode which makes it easier to do the same. Over the next hour we go over our notes for each other and plot and plan the next steps to finish the story with a bang.

We also order more drinks and then when my head starts getting swimmy and we've done all we can, we put our order in for dinner. The sun has just set over the harbor, setting the grey water ablaze with pink and yellow and casting a glow to the walls.

"Your hair is glowing," Lisa comments. "Like a bloody fireball."

I self-consciously smooth my hair back, making sure all the strands are properly tucked into the ponytail elastic. I'm feeling a bit unraveled myself.

She takes a slow sip of water, her eyes never leaving me. "Do you ever wear it down?"

I exhale noisily. "Yes. I do. But I prefer it back. And no, I don't want to wear contacts, I prefer my glasses."

"I prefer your glasses too," she says and I look at her, brows raised. She shrugs. "What? They suit you."

Funny. Most guys want me with the glasses off but then again Lisa isn't most guys. And by that, I mean she shouldn't be thinking of me in a sexual way and I certainly shouldn't be entertaining it after two shrubs and an oyster stout which I tried at Lisa's urging. It was surprisingly delicious.

"So tell me more about your ex," she says.

"Tell me more about your ex," I counter. "What's her name? You know mine."

She finishes off her water and stabs the lime with her straw. "Niki."

"Are you pretending the lime is Niki?"

She laughs. "This time last year, yes. Now, not so much. I don't really think of her."

I don't know how I know Niki broke her heart but I do. I wasn't even aware that Lisa had a heart to break but I can see the undercurrent of pain there, one she's been trying to hide behind her dimples ever since.

"Water under the bridge," she adds, giving me a pointed look, the type that tells me to drop it.

And I really should. But there's something inside that compels me to keep talking. Maybe it's the shrub. Maybe it's the fact that I've already bared my soul to her through our story. She may not know it but there's so much of me in Susan, in her insecurities and failures. My characters are still me, even if they are masked by fantasy and fiction.

"Well," I say slowly, "Sehun and I were together for four years. I lived with him for one. He was pretty much my best friend and always the nice guy, you know. He didn't really have any faults but there was something missing between us and I put up with it because I didn't know any better. I'd known him for so long and we started dating in high school and I think I was just so happy that a guy was interested in me, a guy that all the other girls wanted, that I jumped at it."

I'm staring at the wood patterns on the table as I'm speaking and finally look up to see her. She's listening, focused solely on me and gives me a little nod of encouragement. "Plus he was nice. I watched so many of my girlfriends get involved with the cheaters and the douchebags and I felt pretty lucky that I got a guy that wasn't like that." I pause, taking a sip of my drink. "But, after a while, I started to realize that he didn't really know me. And maybe that's my fault, maybe because I wasn't showing myself to him. I'd always been taught to hide who I was growing up, because my parents wanted me to fit in more than anything, maybe because my sister already gave the middle finger to conformity. Anyway, long story short, New Year's Eve Sehun proposes to me in Tofino, at a party with his family and all our friends and I…I have to say no."

"Shit," Lisa says softly. "How did that go?"

"Aside from puking on him seconds after he asked me?"

A smile spreads across her face, her eyes dancing. "You didn't," she says in hushed disbelief.

I nod and give her an embarrassed grin. "I did. It's a thing that happens. Anyway. I totally broke his heart and then I vomited all over it. Not the best way to leave a relationship."

She's laughing softly as she leans back in her chair, running her fingers over her jaw. "That's true but still. Damn. I guess it means I'm a horrible person that I find it all bloody hilarious."

"I'm sure I'll laugh one day."

She inclines her head, studying me. "Still not quite over it."

I give her a look. "I was with him for four years. He was my first love my first…everything."

"But you're better off now, you know that."

I shrug. "Depends who you talk to."

The waitress comes by just then giving us our food, a beet, hazelnut and goat cheese salad for myself, a meat pie for her. I'm thankful for having something to do other than spill the beans and after a few bites of the salad, my mind is distracted by my taste buds. By the time we're done eating, it's like we've both forgotten I opened up.

That is until she's dropping me at my house.

"Thanks for keeping me company," she says, large hands resting on the gear shift. "For the talk."

I feel my body grow hot as I meet her eyes. Man, I must be tipsy as hell.

"Thanks for getting work done," I tell her, keeping my voice level.

She gives me a tentative smile. "Well, what else am I here for?"

Our eyes lock and something deeper, wilder, passes between us. It causes my heart to pound so hard in my chest I think the only release is to open the car door and run, run, run into the darkness.

But somehow I compose myself, step outside and head down the driveway to my home, the night air cool and damp. I glance over my shoulder just before I go through the gate and she's still parked at the curb, watching and waiting.