JENNIE
The girl who gave me her extra lock is nowhere to be found when I return to the locker room, so I just put the lock back on the handle, and if she doesn't claim it back tomorrow, then I'll continue to use it and pay her or something.
When I finish collecting my things, I meet Lisa back in the hall. She's leaning against the wall with one foot perched on the wall behind her. "If you'd taken any longer, I'd have barged in there," she threatens.
"You should have. You wouldn't have been the only guy in there," I lie and watch as her features change. I turn away from her, taking a few steps before she grabs my arm and spins me back around to face her.
"What did you just say?" she demands, eyes half closed and primal. "Teasing." I smirk, and with a huff she lets go of my arm.
"I think you've done enough of that today." "Maybe." I smile.
She shakes her head. "You clearly enjoy tormenting me." "The yoga relaxed me and cleansed my aura." I laugh. "Not mine," she reminds me as we walk outside.
The first day of the new semester went very well, even yoga, which ended up being amusing. Amusing is not my usual preference when it comes to academics, but having Lisa there was nice. My Religion class may be a problem because of the lack of structure, but I'm just going to try to go with the flow so I don't drive myself insane.
"I have some work to do for a few hours, but I'll be finished by dinnertime," Lisa tells me. She's been working a lot lately. "That hockey game is tomorrow, right?" she asks.
"Yes; you're still going, aren't you?" "I don't know . . ."
"I need to know because if you flake then I'm going to go with her," I respond.
Jisoo would probably much rather I go with her, but the two of them could use some bonding time together. I know they'll never be friends really, but it would help tremendously if they got along better.
"Fine, fuck. I'll go . . ." She sighs and climbs into the car. "Thank you." I smile and she rolls her eyes.
A half hour later, we pull into her usual spot in the parking lot of our apartment.
"How are your classes?" I ask her. "Hate them all except yoga?" I try to lighten up the mood.
"Yes, except yoga. Yoga was certainly . . . interesting." She turns to look at me.
"Really? How so?" I chew on my bottom lip in an attempt to appear innocent.
"I think it has something to do with a blonde." She smirks and I tense. "Excuse me?"
"You didn't see the hot blonde next to me? You're really missing out, babe. You should see the way her ass looks in those yoga pants."
I scowl and open the car door. "Where are you going?" she asks. "Inside. It's cold in this car."
"Aw . . . Jen, are you jealous of the girl in yoga?" Lisa teases. "No."
"Yes, you are," she challenges me, and I roll my eyes while I climb out of the car. I'm a little surprised when I hear her boots clomping on the concrete behind me. Pulling the heavy glass door open, I go inside and am at the elevator before I remember that I forgot my bag in the car.
"You're an idiot." She chuckles. "Excuse me?" I look up at her.
"You think I'd be looking at some random blonde when you're there . . . when I can look at you? Especially in these pants, I am not looking and literally cannot look at anyone else. I was referring to you." She takes a long stride toward me, and I step back against the cold lobby wall.
I practically pout. "Well, I saw her trying to flirt with you." I don't like the way jealousy feels; it is the most obnoxious emotion possible.
"You silly girl." She takes one more step to bring her body to mine and then leads us into the elevator. Cupping my cheek, she forces me to make eye contact. "How can you not comprehend what you do to me?" she asks, inches away from my mouth.
"I don't know," I squeak when her free hand grabs mine and leads it down to her shorts.
"This is what you do." She shifts her hips so her erection fills my hand. "Oh." My head is swimming.
"You'll be saying much more than 'oh'—" she begins, but is interrupted when the elevator stops at the next floor. "You've got to be kidding me," she groans when a woman and her three children step into the elevator.
I try to step away from her, but she wraps her arm around my waist, refusing to let me move. One of the children begins to cry, which makes Lisa huff in annoyance. I begin to imagine how humorous it would be if the elevator stalled and we were trapped inside with the crying child. Fortunately for Lisa, the doors open moments later and we step out into the hall.
"I literally despise children," she complains as we reach our apartment.
When she unlocks the door, cold air flows out from the apartment. "Did you turn the heat off?" I ask her when we walk inside.
"No, it was on this morning." Lisa walks over to the thermostat and curses under her breath. "It says it's eighty degrees in here when it's clearly not. I'll call maintenance."
I nod and grab the blanket from the back of the couch and wrap it around myself before sitting down.
"Yes . . . it isn't working and it's cold as fuck in here." Lisa speaks into the receiver. "Thirty minutes? No, that won't work . . . I don't give a shit, I pay a small fortune to live here, and I won't have my girlfriend freezing to death," she says, then corrects herself: "I won't have it freezing in here."
She glances over at me, and I look away. "Fine. Fifteen minutes. No longer," she barks into the phone and tosses it against the couch. "They're sending someone up to fix it," she tells me.
"Thank you." I smile at her, and she sits down next to me on the couch.
I open the front of the blanket and reach for her. When she scoots closer, I climb onto her lap and thread my fingers through her hair and tug lightly.
"What are you doing?" Her hands rest on my hips.
"You said we have fifteen minutes." I brush my lips along her jaw and she shivers.
I feel her jaw move into a smile. "Are you coming onto me, Jen?" "Lisa . . ." I whine to prevent her from teasing me further.
"I'm joking, now take your clothes off," she demands, but her hands lift the bottom of my shirt, contradicting her own command.