LISA
As Jisoo and I push our way through the crowd, I groan and ask, "Why the hell is it so crowded already?"
She gives me a look with a little attitude behind it. "Because you made us late."
"The game doesn't start for another fifteen minutes." "I usually come an hour early," she explains.
"Of course you do. Even when I'm not with Jennie, I'm with Jennie," I complain. Jisoo and Jennie are literally the same person when it comes to their annoying need to be the first and best at everything they do.
"You should feel honored to be with Jennie," she tells me.
"Stop being a dick and we might actually enjoy the game," I tell her forcefully, but can't help the smile that appears on my face at her annoyance. "Sorry, Jisoo. I'm honored to be with her. Now, would you chill out?" I laugh.
"Sure, sure. Let's just get our seats," she says quietly, leading the way.
"WHAT THE HECK! Did you see that? How the heck did that count!?" Jisoo screams next to me. She's more energized than I've ever seen her. Still, even angry, she sounds like a pussy.
"C'mon!" she yells once more, and I bite my tongue in laughter.
I suppose Jennie was right: she isn't too terrible of company. Not my first choice, obviously, but not so bad.
"I hear that the more you yell and scream, the more likely they are to win," I tell her.
She ignores me and continues to yell and boo with the ebb and flow of the game. I alternate between paying attention and texting Jennie dirty things, and before I realize it, Jennie's yelling "Yes!" when her team wins the game at the last second.
The crowd piles out of the arena, and I push my way through them. "Watch it," a voice behind me says.
"Sorry," Jisoo apologizes.
"That's what I thought," the voice says, and I turn around to find a nervous Jisoo and an asshole wearing the opposing team's jersey. Jisoo swallows but doesn't say anything else as the man and his crew continue to taunt her.
"Look how scared she is," another voice says, one of the asshole's friends, I presume.
"I . . . I . . ." Jisoo stammers.
Are you kidding me? "Fuck off, both of you," I snarl, and they both turn to look at me.
"Or what?" I can smell the beer on the tall one's breath.
"Or I will shut you up in front of everyone, and you'll be so humiliated it'll be on the game's highlight reel. That's what," I warn him, meaning every single word.
"C'mon, Dennis, let's go," the short one, the only one with some sense, says and tugs on his friend's jersey, and they disappear into the crowd. I grab Jisoo by the arm and pull her the rest of the way. Jennie will have my balls if I let her get beat up tonight.
"Thanks for that, you didn't have to do it," Jisoo says when we reach her car.
"Don't make it awkward, okay?" I grin, and she shakes her head, but I hear her laugh quietly to herself.
"Should I take you back to your apartment now?" she asks after several minutes of awkward silence while we wait to leave the crowded parking lot.
"Yeah, sure." I check my phone again to see if Jennie has responded; she hasn't. "Are you moving?" I ask Jisoo.
"I don't know yet, I really want to be closer to Yeri," she explains. "So why doesn't she move here?"
"Because her career in ballet wouldn't work here; she has to be in New York City." Jisoo lets another car pass in front of her, despite the fact that we've barely moved in the line of traffic since we left our parking spot.
"And you are just going to give up your life and move for her?" I scoff. "Yeah, I would rather do that than continue to be away from her. I don't
mind moving, anyway. New York City would be an awesome place to live. It's not always about one person in the relationship, you know?" she says, looking sideways at me. Fucker.
"Was that supposed to be directed at me?"
"Not exactly, but if you think it was, maybe it is." A group of drunken idiots stumbles in front of the car, but Jisoo doesn't seem to mind that they're blocking us.
"Shut the hell up, would you?" I say. She's just being a dick now.
"Are you telling me you wouldn't move to New York to be with Jennie?" "Yes, that is exactly what I'm telling you. I don't want to live in New York, so I won't be living in New York."
"You know I don't mean New York, I mean Seattle. She wants to live in Seattle."
"She'll be moving to Thailand with me," I tell her. I turn the volume dial on her radio up in hopes of ending this conversation.
"What if she doesn't? You know she doesn't want to, so why would you force her to?"
"I'm not forcing her to do anything, Jisoo. She will move because we're supposed to be together and she won't want to be away from me, simple as that." I check my phone once more to try to distract myself from the irritation my lovely stepsister is causing me.
"You're an asshole."
I shrug. "Never claimed that I wasn't."
I dial Jennie's number and wait for her to answer. She doesn't. Great, fucking great. I hope she's still at home when I get there. If Jisoo didn't drive so goddamn slow, we would be there by now. I stay silent, picking at the torn skin surrounding my fingernails. After what seems like three fucking hours Jisoo pulls up in front of my apartment.
"Tonight wasn't so bad, right?" she asks me as I get out of the car, and I chuckle.
"No, I guess it wasn't," I admit. Then I tease, "If you tell anyone I just said that, I will kill you."
Jisoo chuckles as she drives off. I let out a deep breath, very pleased that she didn't get her ass beat by those guys tonight.
When I walk into the apartment, Jennie is sound asleep on the couch, so I just sit and watch her for a bit.