Jennie's POV
I have no idea what I'm doing, but I can't stop. As my lips touch Lisa's I feel her sharp intake of breath. Lisa's mouth tastes just like I had imagined. I can taste the faint hint of mint on her tongue as she opens her mouth and kisses me. Really kisses me. Her warm tongue runs along mine and I can feel the cold metal of her lip ring on the corner of my mouth. My entire body feels like it's been ignited; I have never felt like this before. She brings her hand to my face, cupping my flushed cheeks, before both of her hands go to my hips. She pulls back a little and plants a small kiss on my lips.
"Jen," she breathes out, then quickly brings her mouth back to mine, her tongue sliding in once more. My mind is no longer in charge; the sensation has taken over every inch of me. Lisa pulls me by my hips closer to her as she lies back on the bed, never breaking our kiss. Unsure of what to do with my hands, I put them against her chest, and then climb onto her torso. Her skin is hot and her chest is moving up and down with her rapid breaths. She pulls her mouth away from mine and I whimper at the loss of contact, but before I can complain she's at my neck. I feel every swipe and lick her tongue makes. Her breath moves across me. She grabs hold of my hair to keep my head just above her as she continues to kiss my neck. Her teeth graze my collarbone and I moan, the feeling shooting down my whole body when she begins gently sucking on my skin. I would be embarrassed if I wasn't so intoxicated, by Lisa and the alcohol. I have never kissed anyone like this, not even Kai.
Kai!
I say, "Lisa . . . stop," but I don't recognize my voice. It's low and husky, and my mouth is dehydrated.She doesn't stop.
"Lisa!" I say again, my voice clear and sharp, and she lets go of my hair. When I look into her eyes, they are darker, yet softer, and her lips are a deeper pink and swollen from kissing me. "We can't," I say. Even though I really want to keep kissing her, I know I can't.
The softness in her eyes disappears and she pulls herself up, knocking me onto the other side of the bed. What just happened?
"I'm sorry, I'm sorry," I say, and they are the only words I can think of.
My heart feels like it will explode any second.
"Sorry for what?" she says and walks over to her dresser. She pulls out a black T-shirt and pulls it over her head. My eyes go down to her boxers again and they are noticeably tighter in the front.
I flush and look away. "For kissing you . . ." I say, though something in me really doesn't want to apologize for that. "I don't know why I did it."
"It was just a kiss; people kiss all the time," I hear her say.
Her words hurt my feelings for some reason. Not that I care if she didn't feel what I did . . . What did I feel? I know I don't actually like her. I am just drunk and she is attractive. It has been a long night and the alcohol made me kiss her. Somewhere in the back of my mind I fight down the thoughts of how much I wanted it to happen again. She was just being so nice, that's why.
"Can we not make a big deal of it, then?" I ask. I would be humiliated if she told anyone. This isn't me. I don't get drunk, and I don't cheat on my boyfriend at parties.
"Trust me, I don't want anyone to know about this, either. Now, stop talking about it," she snaps.
And there's her arrogance again. "So now you're back to your old self, I see?"
"I never was anyone else—don't think because you kissed me, basically against my will, we have some sort of bond now."
Ouch. Against her will? I can still feel the way her hand gripped my hair, the way she pulled me on top of her, and the way her lips mouthed "Jen" before kissing me again.
I shoot up off the bed. "You could have stopped me."
"Hardly," she scoffs and I feel like crying again. She makes me too emotional. It's too humiliating, too painful how she's basically saying Iforced her to kiss me. I bury my head in my hands for a moment and head for the door.
"You can stay in here tonight since you have nowhere else to go," she says quietly, but I shake my head. I don't want to be anywhere near her. This is all part of her little game. She will offer to let me stay in her room so I'll think she is a decent person, then she will probably draw some vulgar design on my forehead.
"No, thanks," I say and walk out. When I reach the stairs, I think I hear her call my name but I keep going. Outside, the cool breeze feels wonderful against my skin, I sit on the familiar stone wall and turn my phone back on. It's almost 4 a.m. I should be waking up in an hour to get an early shower and start studying. Instead I'm sitting on this broken stone wall, alone and in the dark.With a few stragglers milling about, and unsure what to do, I pull out my phone and scroll through the text messages from Kai and my mother. Of course he told her. It's what he would do . . .
But I can't even be upset with him. I just cheated on him. What would give me the right?