JENNIE

I know what I should have done: I should have told Lisa to go away, but I couldn't. She rarely shows emotion, and the way she was on her knees in front of me broke the pieces of my already-shattered heart into smaller bits. I told her that I'll think about it, about giving us another try, but I don't know how this is going to work.

I'm so conflicted right now, more confused than ever, and annoyed with myself for almost giving in to her wholesale. But on the other hand, I'm proud of myself for stopping things before they went too far. I need to think of myself here, not only her—for once.

As Jisoo drives, my phone buzzes in my lap and I check the screen. It's Rosé. Are you okay?

I take a deep breath before responding. Yeah, I'm fine. I'm on my way to campus with Jisoo. I'm sorry about last night, it was my fault that she came there.

Hitting send, I turn my attention back to Jisoo. "What do you think will happen now?" she asks.

"I have no clue. I'm still talking to Christian about Seattle," I say.

Rosé writes back: No it's not. It's her fault. I'm glad you're okay. Are we still on for lunch today?

I had forgotten about our plans to meet in the environmental studies building for lunch. She wanted to show me some sort of flower that glows in the dark that she helped to create.

I want to keep my plans with her—she's been so kind to me through everything—but now that I kissed Lisa this morning, I don't know what to do. I was just sleeping at Rosé's last night, then there I am kissing Lisa this morning. What's happening to me? I don't want to be that girl; I still feel some guilt over what happened with Lisa while I was still with Kai. In my defense, Lisa came in like a wrecking ball—I had no choice but to gravitate to her as she slowly destroyed me, then built me back up, then destroyed me again.

Everything that's happening with Rosé is totally different. Lisa hadn't spoken to me in eleven days, and I had no idea why. I was left to assume she didn't want me anymore, and Rosé has always been there for me. Since the beginning she's always been sweet. She tried to end the bet with Lisa, but Lisa wouldn't have it—she had to prove she could bag me regardless of Rosé's protestations to stop the disgusting game.

There's been bad blood between Lisa and Rosé since I met them. I'm not sure why—because of the bet, I started assuming recently—but it's been evident since the first time I hung out with the two of them. Lisa claims that Rosé only wants to get in my pants, but honestly, that's a little hypocritical of her to say. And Rosé hasn't done a single thing to even hint that she's trying to sleep with me. Even before I knew about the bet and I kissed her at her apartment, she never made me feel like I had to do anything I didn't want to.

I hate when my thoughts go back to that time. I was so clueless, and they both played me. But there's something behind Rosé's caramel eyes that shows kindness, while behind Lisa's green eyes all I see is anger.

Yeah. Noon's good, I respond to Rosé.