JENNIE
"Shhhrrrrut up," I grumble when an obnoxious noise pulls me from my drunken slumber. It takes me a few seconds to realize the noise isn't my mother yelling at me for something, but rather someone banging on my door.
"God, I'm coming!" I shout and stumble my way to the door.
But then I stop and glance at the clock on the desk: it's almost four in the morning. Who the hell could that be?
Even in my drunken state, my mind begins to race with sharp fear. What if it's Lisa? It's been over three hours since I drunk-dialed her, but how would she find me? What will I say to her? I'm not ready for this.
When the pounding recommences, I throw all my thoughts aside and swing the door open, preparing for the worst.
But it's just Taehyung. Disappointment stings in my chest, and I wipe at my eyes. I feel just as drunk now as I did when I lay down.
"Sorry for waking you, but do you have my phone?" he asks.
"Huh?" I say and back into the room so he can enter. When the door swings shut behind him, we're engulfed in relative darkness, the only light being from the city outside my window. I'm too drunk to find the light switch, though.
"I think our phones got switched. I have yours and I think you grabbed mine by accident." He holds my phone out in his palm. "I was going to wait until the morning, but yours just wouldn't stop ringing and ringing."
"Oh" is all I say, I walk over and open my purse. Sure enough, Taehyung's phone is sitting on top of my wallet.
"I'm sorry . . . must have grabbed yours in the car," I apologize and hand it to him.
"It's okay. I'm really sorry for waking you up. You're the only girl I know who looks just as beautiful when she wakes up as she did—"
A loud banging at the door cuts him off, and the sudden noise infuriates me.
"What the hell is this? Party in Jennie's room?" I yell and stomp to the door, ready to yell at whatever hotel employee is likely here to reprimand me for the noise Taehyung made, ironically by making more noise than he did. Just as I reach for the door, the noise gets even louder, which shocks me into stillness. I then I hear it: "Jennie! Open this damn door!" Lisa's voice booms through the air, as if no barrier at all stood between us. A light flips on behind me, and I see Taehyung's face pale with real fear.
Lisa finding him in my room won't go over well, regardless of what was really going on.
"Hide in the bathroom," I say, and Taehyung's eyes widen.
"What? I can't hide in the bathroom!" he exclaims, and I realize how ridiculous that idea is.
"Open the fucking door!" Lisa yells again, and then she starts kicking it. Repeatedly.
I look at Taehyung again before opening the door, trying to memorize his handsome face before Lisa mutilates it.
"I'm coming!" I yell and open the door halfway to find a fuming Lisa, dressed in all black. My drunk eyes wander, and I notice that instead of her thick boots, she's wearing plain black Converses. I've never seen her in any shoes except her boots. I like these new shoes . . .
But I'm getting distracted.
Lisa pushes the door open and blows right by me, going for Taehyung
Luckily, I grab her shirt and manage to stop her, somehow.
"You think you can get her drunk and come into her fucking hotel room!" Lisa screams at him and tries to surge forward. I know she isn't trying as much as she could because in that case I would surely be on the floor, not holding her by her thin shirt. "I saw that light flip on through the peephole—what were you two doing alone in the dark here!"
"I wasn't . . . I—" Taehyung begins.
"Lisa, stop it! You can't go around beating people up!" I shout and tug at her shirt.
"Yes . . . I can, though!" she growls.
"Taehyung," I say. "Go back to your room so I can talk some sense into her. I'm sorry for her crazy-ass behavior."
Taehyung almost laughs at my word choice, but one look from Lisa silences him.
Lisa turns to me as Taehyung leaves the room. "'Crazy-ass behavior'?" "Yes, crazy! You can't just show up here and barge into my room trying to beat my friend up."
"He shouldn't have been in here. Why was he in here? Why are you still dressed? And fuck, where did that dress come from?" she says, eyeing my body.
I ignore the heat stirring in my belly and focus on my indignation.
"He came to get his phone because I took it by accident. And . . . I can't remember any of the other questions you just asked," I admit.
"Well, maybe you shouldn't have drunk so much."
"I'll drink what and why and how and when I want. Thank you."
She rolls her eyes. "You're annoying when you're drunk." She flops down on the wingback chair.
"You're annoying when you're . . . everything. And who said you could sit down?" I huff, crossing my arms.
Lisa looks up at me with those brilliant green eyes. God, she looks so hot right now. "I can't believe he was in your room."
"I can't believe you're in my room," I counter. "Did you fuck him?"
"What? How dare you even ask me that!" I shout. "Answer the question."
"No, you asshole. Of course I didn't." "Were you going to—do you want to?"
"Oh my God, Lisa! You're insane!" I shake my head and pace between the window and bed.
"Well then, why are you still dressed?"
"That doesn't even make sense!" I roll my eyes. "Besides, it's none of your business who I have sex with. Maybe I did have sex with him—maybe I had sex with someone else?" The corners of my mouth threaten a smile, but I force a straight expression as I say slowly, "You will never know."
My words have the intended effect, and Lisa's face turns dark, animalistic. "What did you just say?" she barks.
Oh, this is much more fun than I thought it would be. I like being drunk around Lisa because I say things without thinking—things that I mean—and everything seems funny.
"You heard me . . ." I say, and move to stand over Lisa. "Maybe I let the guy at the club take me into the bathroom.
"Maybe Taehyung took me on this bed," I say and casually look back at the bed over my shoulder.
"Shut up. Shut up now, Jennie," Lisa warns me.
But I laugh. I feel empowered, strong—and I feel like ripping Lisa's shirt off of her. "What's wrong, Lisa? Don't like the idea of Taehyung's hands all over my body?" I don't know if it's Lisa's anger, the alcohol, or the fact that I miss her, but without letting myself overthink my actions, I climb onto her lap on the chair. My knees rest on either side of her thighs. Completely taken aback by my action, if I'm not mistaken, she's shaking.
"W-what are you . . . what are you doing, Jennie?" "Tell me, Lisa, do you like the idea of Taeh—" "Stop it. Stop saying that!" she begs and I oblige.
"Oh, lighten up, Lisa, you know I wouldn't do that."
I wrap my arms around her neck. The nostalgic feeling that washes over me at being in her arms almost takes my breath away.
"You're drunk, Jennie," she says and tries to remove my arms from around her.
"So . . . I want you," I say, surprising both of us.
I decide to shut my thoughts off, the logical ones, anyway, and grab two fistfuls of her hair. Oh, how I've missed the way it feels between my fingers.
"Jennie . . . You don't know what you're doing. You're wasted," she says. But there's no conviction behind her voice.
"Lisa . . . stop overthinking this. Don't you miss me?" I say against her neck, sucking lightly. My hormones have completely taken over, and I don't know that I've ever wanted her so badly.
"Yesss . . ." she hisses as I suck harder, sure to leave a mark. "I can't, Jen . . . please."
But I refuse to stop and instead rock my hips on her lap, making her groan.
"No . . ." she whispers and grips her large hands on my hips, stopping my movements.
I snap and glare at her. "You have two options here: you fuck me or you leave. You decide."
What the hell did I just say?
"You'll hate me tomorrow if I do this while you're in this . . . state," she says and looks into my eyes.
"I already hate you," I say, and she flinches from my words. "Sort of," I add more softly than I mean to.
She loosens her grip on my hips, allowing me to move. "Can we at least talk about this all first?"
"No, stop being such a Debbie Downer." I groan and rub myself against her leg.
"We can't do this . . . not like this."
Since when does she have morals? "I know you want to, Lisa, I can feel how hard you are for me," I say in her ear.
I can't believe the dirty words falling from my drunken lips, but Lisa's mouth is a deep pink, and her eyes are wide, almost black.
"Come on, Lisa, don't you want to bend me over this desk? Or the bed? The sink? So many possibilities . . ." I whisper up close and gently bite her earlobe.
"Fuck . . . Okay. Fuck it," she says and wraps her hands in my hair, pulling my mouth to her.
The moment Lisa's lips touch mine, my body ignites. I moan into her mouth and am rewarded with an equally feverish sound from Lisa. My fingers thread through her hair and tug harder, not able to control myself or my need for her. I know she's holding back and it's driving me crazy. My hands move from her hair down to the hem of her black T-shirt, gripping the fabric and pulling it up and over her head. The second the kiss breaks, Lisa leans back slightly.
"Jennie . . ." she pleads.
"Lisa" I counter and run my fingertips over her ink. I've missed the way her hard muscles strain against her skin, the way the intricate black ink swirls and decorates her perfect body.
"I can't take advantage of you," she says but then moans as I swipe my tongue over her bottom lip.
I let out a derisive little chuckle. "Just stop talking."
As my hand reaches down to palm her through her jeans, I know that she can't resist me, which pleases me more than it should. I never thought I would be in a situation with Lisa where I'd have all the control; it's amusing, really, the way we've switched roles.
She's so hard and so turned on, I climb off of her and reach for her zipper.
