JENNIE

I heard Lisa's car in the driveway around lunchtime. It didn't turn off, and after a door opening and closing, she sped off again. A few moments later, Jisoo entered through the front door, dressed in her clothes from last night, looking happy and extremely satisfied.

I bit back my anger as she sat down on the couch beside me. It wasn't her fault that she had fallen for Lisa's allure. No, all of my anger was reserved for Lisa…she had promised. "Good night last night?" I asked flatly.

She flopped back on the couch and smiling widely, laid her head back on the cushions. "Oh…god, you have no idea."

Actually, I did.

"Lisa took us to Lucas and Jackson's place and-"

I really didn't want to hear about it. "Ugh, please don't tell me."

She frowned and looked over at me; she did enjoy a good sex story. "Fine." She grinned again and leaned over at me. "You and Taehyung took off in a hurry." She raised an eyebrow suggestively. "Lisa said you guys needed alone time." She giggled. "How was your night?"

Guilt, anger and embarrassment coursed through me. Lisa told her we needed 'alone time'? "I don't want to talk about that either, Jisoo," I said quietly.

She flopped back on the couch and sulked. "Fine." She looked over at me. "Can I just tell you this one thing-"

"No!"

She sighed loudly. "Fine." We were both silent for awhile. "You okay, sis?" She frowned at me.

I laid my head back on the cushion and tried to ease my expression. "Yeah…just tired, didn't sleep much." I instantly regretted saying that.

She grinned knowingly. "Ahhh yeah! That's my girl!"

Taehyung made the three of us lunch, and Jisoo looked at him approvingly. I guess being handy in the kitchen bought Taehyung bonus points with her. She bit her lip several times during our meal, and I knew she was holding back her little story that she was dying to tell me. I prayed she would keep her mouth firmly shut – I didn't want to hear it. I was pretty positive it would kill me if I did hear about it. The mental play-by-play that I had supplied myself with was bad enough.

I kept my eyes on Taehyung instead as I ate the cashew chicken salad he'd made for us. It was incredibly good; he really was quite handy in the kitchen. He smiled warmly at me, his deep brown eyes calm and peaceful. Last night had been…intense between us. I cringed mentally, knowing that it was a different memory for me than for him. For him, it had probably just been us reconnecting after a too-long separation. For me, it was…not that simple.

Jisoo and Taehyung supplied ninety percent of the conversation as I quietly watched them. My own thoughts were too conflicted to speak in coherent sentences. After a long afternoon of watching the two of them have the breezy conversations that I wished I could have with my charming sister, it was time to pack up her things and get her to the airport.

Jisoo gave me a warm goodbye hug. "Thanks for letting me finally visit." She smiled coyly. "It was…fun." I cringed mentally, but outwardly smiled. "Next time we'll do more together, just the two of us…okay?" She smiled sweetly at me and I hugged her again.

"Yeah, okay, Jisoo."

She pulled back and looked at me intently. Speaking quickly, she added, "Please tell Lisa thank you for me." She grabbed my arm and still speaking fast, so that I wouldn't stop her, she excitedly said, "I know you don't want to hear about it, but, god, last night was so unexpectedly amazing! Like, the best night of my life amazing." She smiled brilliantly.

"Oh," was all I could squeak out.

"Oh…yeah." She giggled and bit her lip. "The best…multiples…if you know what I mean."

I did…and I really wished I didn't.

She sighed. "Oh god, I wish I could stay…"

God, I wished she would hurry and leave.

They announced that her flight was boarding and she looked over at the gate, then back to me. "I'll miss you." She hugged me again then pulled back, smiling. "I'll come back soon." She kissed my cheek. "Love you."

"Love you too…"

She walked over to Taehyung, who was standing a little ways away from us, giving us space, and threw her arms around his neck, kissing his cheek. "I'll miss you too." She grabbed his bottom before she walked away. "Stud," she muttered, making Taehyung…and me, blush.

Then my crazy, impulsive sister boarded her plane and went back home to Ohio, unknowingly leaving my world a little more tangled than she had found it.

Lisa still wasn't home when we got back from the airport. In fact, I didn't see Lisa at all that night. I didn't see her until late in the evening the following night, when she and the D-Bags strolled into Pete's while I was working. I glanced over at her cautiously as she entered. I had no idea what to expect from her. She was wearing different clothes than the night of the club, a thin, gray t-shirt that hugged her muscles distractingly under her black leather jacket, and her favorite faded jeans. She looked freshly showered, her chunky, alluring spikes gone, so she had gone home at some point. She looked over my way and gave me a tiny smile and a nod. Well, she wasn't ignoring me then.

I wasn't sure if I wasn't ignoring her however - the jerk had promised! The more I thought about that, and the more vivid the horrid pictures became in my mind, the more I ignored her. I rarely went to the guys table. Evan eventually flagged me down and without asking what they wanted, I just brought them beers - it was all they ever ordered anyway. I said nothing as I set the beers down. I listened to nothing as I set the beers down. I did my best to mentally escape my body. I didn't want to deal with her.

She apparently, did not feel the same. Awhile after my silent waitressing, she cornered me in the hallway when I was coming back from the bathrooms. Seeing her at the end of the hall, I considered hiding out in the backroom. I quickly dismissed that thought though, since the lock on the door was broken and if she really wanted to talk to me, and she appeared to want to do just that, then she would simply follow me. And being alone in a room with her was something I wanted to avoid. I tried to brush past her, but she roughly grabbed my elbow as I walked by.

"Jennie…"

With narrowed eyes, I looked up at her beautiful face. That made my eyes narrow even more. That stupidly perfect face, with those startlingly-inhuman, deep brown eyes, that dropped panties everywhere… including mine. It pissed me off! I jerked my arm away from her and said nothing.

"We should talk…"

"Nothing to talk about, Lisa!" I snipped.

"I disagree," she said quietly, a slight frown on her lips.

"Well…you can apparently do whatever you want." I didn't even try to keep the sneer from my voice.

"What's that supposed to mean?" Her eyes narrowed as her tone sharpened.

"It means, we have nothing to talk about," I said, finally brushing past her and storming off.

I ended up working later than I had expected to, and with my head in an angry, distracted fog all night, I hadn't bothered to line up a ride home. In fact, by the time I started thinking about it, almost everyone was already gone. Somi had the night off. Kate got a ride with her boyfriend. Sam and Rita left not long after her, while I was distracted with calling a taxi for a drunken customer. Evan was currently strolling out with a cute blonde. Lucas had left hours ago. And Lisa, not that I would allow her to be an option, was leaning against a table with an amused grin on her face, watching me look for a ride home. I could see the light rain splashing on the sidewalk when Evan walked out the door. This was not good. Maybe I should call Taehyung. It was so late though. Maybe one of the regulars?

I noticed Jackson was still here, and happened to be alone tonight. Maybe…ugh, that option really wasn't great either…but he was better than Lisa, and better than walking in the rain. Hopeful, I approached him. I could see Lisa's grin widen at my choice.

"Hi, Jackson," I tried casually.

He was suspicious. I usually was not nice or casual with him. "Yeah? What do you want?" Getting an idea that I probably didn't want to hear, he raised a pale eyebrow at me and smiled in a way that made my skin crawl.

Ignoring my instincts, I nicely said, "I was hoping, maybe you could give me a ride home."

He grinned. "Well, Jennie…I'd never thought you'd ask." He eyed me up and down. "I'd love to give you a ride…all the way home."

Smirking, I flatly said, "I literally meant a car ride to my house, Jackson."

He frowned. "No sex?"

Shaking my head vigorously, I said, "No."

He sniffed. "Well then…no. Get your no-sex ride with Manoban." And with that, he turned and left. Lisa was laughing softly now. I looked around, but everyone else had gone. Pete was still in his office, maybe he would…

"Would you like me to give you a ride?" Lisa asked softly.

Angrily shaking my head at her perfect face, I hurried to the front doors. I crossed my arms over my chest, bracing myself for the rain, and walked outside. She didn't follow me, which gave me an odd sort of angry-sad-relieved feeling. The rain wasn't heavy, but it was cold. In my hurry to get away from Lisa, I had forgotten to grab my bag and my jacket. I regretted that haste now, as a few steps through the empty parking lot found me shivering, droplets running down my face. I sighed and considered going back for my stuff, but then stubbornly decided I did not want to see Lisa anymore tonight. I was achingly furious over her and my sister - the bastard had promised!

I made it one block from the bar when mentally I was done with the rain that was starting to take a turn for the worst. I started wondering just how many blocks away our house was? It wasn't long in the car…but walking? Shivering uncontrollably, I thought maybe I should find a phone and call Taehyung. I was looking around for a phone booth or an open store, when I noticed a slow moving car approaching me. Panic flared slightly. This really wasn't the greatest neighborhood. Being alone out here in the middle of the night, getting soaked, I suddenly felt very vulnerable.

The car pulled up beside where I was walking on the sidewalk and matched my pace. I suddenly felt even more vulnerable, staring over at the familiar black Chevelle. Of course she would come find me. She leaned across her seat and rolled down the window. Looking at me incredulously, she shook her head.

"Get in the car, Jennie."

I glared over at her. "No, Lisa." Being alone in a small space was not a good idea after our intense moment at the club, especially with how angry I currently was with her.

She sighed and looked up at the ceiling of her car. Bringing her eyes to mine again, she said with forced patience, "It's pouring, get in the car."

Feeling stubborn, I glared at her again. "No."

"I'm just going to follow you like this all the way home." She raised her eyebrows and smirked at me.

I stopped walking. "Go home, Lisa. I'll be fine."

She stopped the car too. "You're not walking all the way home by yourself. It's not safe."

It's safer than a car ride with you, I thought irritably. "I'll be fine." I started walking again.

With an exasperated sigh, she took off and peeled around the corner. I thought that was the end of it, but she stopped right around the corner and I saw her getting out of the car. I stopped walking again. Damn it…why doesn't she just leave me alone?

She had her leather jacket on, but by the time she made it over to where I was still standing, she was quite wet. The rain was dripping through her hair, hanging down over her face and around her eyes, darkening the exposed portion of her light shirt. It suddenly reminded me of the fully clothed shower she had taken so long ago. My breath quickened at her attractiveness. This was definitely not good. My irritation grew. I did not need this right now.

"Get in the damn car, Jennie." She was getting irritated too.

"No!" I pushed her back, away from me.

She grabbed my arm and started dragging me to the car. "No, Lisa…stop it!" I tried to pull my arm free, but she was stronger. She pulled me over to the passenger's side. Watching the rain running down the back of her neck made me shiver more than the cold…which made me mad. I did not need this – I did not want to want her! Becoming enraged, I yanked my arm away, right as she opened the door. I started to walk off, but she reached around behind me and picked me up. I tried kicking and squirming, but she had me tight. She set me next to the opened door, trapping me there with her body.

"Stop it, Jennie – just get in the God damn car!"

Her body, wet and pressing against mine, drove me over the edge. I was so angry at her for the club, for my sister, for Taehyung, for everything she made me feel - for simply existing at all. However, I was also more turned on than I had ever been in my life. I angrily threw both my hands into her wet hair and yanked her close to me, my lips stopping a hairsbreadth from her. My eyes glared daggers, my breath came in angry pants as I held our faces close together. Hungrily, I pressed against her lips, cool from the rain. Then angrily…I slapped her.

She roughly pushed me back onto the cold car; I barely felt the chill in my rage. Shock passed over her face for a second, then she matched my glare with her own. Good, she was mad too. I could hear the rain pound around us, splashing on the metal roof, the leather seats. I could feel her grab my waist and bending, force me into the seat. But all I could see were her angry, passionate eyes, so dark, they were almost black.

I felt the edge of the seat beneath me, but she scooted me up towards the middle, getting in behind me. She released her grip on my waist so she could turn around and slam the door. Freed from her intense glare, I started to scoot up the bench seat away from her, thinking I could get out the other side, wanting to flee again. She turned back around to me and pulling my legs, dragged me closer. Then she moved over me, forcing me to lie down on the seat. Angrily, I pushed against her chest, but she didn't move away.

"Get off me," I panted, while she stared down at me intently.

"No." Her eyes looked furious, and confused.

I grabbed her neck and forcefully pulled her closer instead. "I hate you…" I seethed.

Her hands forced my legs on either side of her hips and she pressed herself against me hard, before I could even react. Even through jeans, the intensity of the move, the feel of her, of how turned on she was as well, made me gasp, made my breath heavier.

"That's not hate you feel…" Her voice had a hard edge to it. Enraged, I stared at her icily. She smiled wickedly, breathing heavier as well, her eyes showing no humor. "And that's not friendship either."

"Stop it…" I squirmed under her, trying to move away, but she grabbed my hips and held me in place. She did it again, pulling against my body for leverage. I groaned and started to drop my head back. She grabbed my cheek roughly and made me look back into her eyes.

"This was supposed to be innocent, Lisa!" I spat at her angrily.

"We were never innocent, Jennie. How naïve are you?" she said in the same tone, moving against me again.

"God, I hate you…" I whispered, tears of rage stinging my eyes.

Equally enraged, she stared right back at me. "No, you don't…"

She did it again, not quite as slow this time, biting her lip and making a noise that sent electricity through me. I could barely catch my breath. Water was dripping from her hair onto my wet cheeks, the smell of the rain mixing with her scent intoxicatingly. A tear rolled down my cheek, merging with the rain dropping from her hair. "Yes I do…I hate you…" I whispered again between pants.

She pushed against me again and she groaned, cringing a bit at the intensity of it. Fire burned in her eyes. "No…you want me…" she panted back at me, her eyes narrowing. "I saw you. I felt you…at the club, you wanted me." She brought her mouth right over mine, almost touching, breathing heavy into me - it was maddening. All I could see, all I could feel, and now all I could breathe, was her. It excited me, it angered me.

"God, Jennie…you were undressing me." She smiled wickedly. "You wanted me, right there in front of everyone." She ran her tongue along my jaw to my ear. "God, I wanted you too…"

I tangled my fingers in her wet hair, yanking her away. She inhaled sharply, but only moved against me again. "No, I chose Taehyung." My eyes rolled back as she did it again. "I went home with him…" I snapped my eyes back to her, anger flashing through me. "Who did you choose?"

She stopped moving her hips for a moment and stared cruelly at me. "What," she said flatly.

"My sister, you asshole! How could you sleep with her? You promised me!" I smacked her in the chest, hard.

Her eyes narrowed dangerously. "You can't be mad at me for that. You left to go screw him! You left me there…ready, wanting you…with her." She smirked and ran her hands along my hips suggestively. "And she was all too willing. It was so easy to take her…to slip inside her," she whispered intensely.

I bristled at that and tried to smack her away, but she held me down tight. "You son of a bitch."

She grinned wickedly at me. "I know who I screwed, but tell me…" barely able to keep speaking through her anger, she lowered her head to my ear and panted breathlessly, "who did you fuck that night?" She pushed hard against me as she said that. The intensity of the movement, the crudeness of her question, electrified me, made me groan, suck in a quick breath through my teeth.

"Was he better…as me?" She looked back into my eyes, dropped her lips to just touching mine, and flicked her tongue along my lip. "There is no substitute for the real thing. I'll be even better…"

"I hate what you do to me." I hated that she knew what I had done to Taehyung. I hated that she was right - it had been the best I'd ever had with Taehyung. I really hated that I knew she was right – she would be so much better…

She watched my eyes intensely. "You love what I do to you." She ran her tongue up my throat, licking the rain from my still damp skin. I shivered. "You ache for it," she whispered. "It's me you want, not him," she persisted.

I ran my fingers through her hair, as she moved against me again. I started bringing my hips up to meet her. It intensified it for both of us and she groaned at the exact same time, and in the exact same way that I did. The windows steamed up with our heavy breathing. God, I hated her. God, I wanted her.

I pulled her jacket off her shoulders, telling myself that I only wanted her to be as cold and miserable as I was. She tore it the rest of the way off, an eager look in her eyes, and tossed it in the back seat. Fire burned through me at the feel of her perfect chest so close to mine. An angry fire, like molten lava.

I tried to bring her to my lips, she pulled back. That made me mad. I tried to touch her open mouth with my tongue, she pulled back. That pissed me off, and I ran my nails down her back, hard. She made an odd aroused-pained sound and dropped her head to my shoulder, digging her hips into me even harder. I cried out and grabbed her back jeans pockets, pulling her tighter to me, curling my legs around her hips.

"No, I want him…" I moaned, as I clutched her to me.

"No, you want me…" she muttered into my neck.

"No, he would never touch my sister," I spat angrily. "You promised, you promised, Lisa!" My anger at that resurfaced, and I tried to push her away again, tried to squirm out from under her.

"That's already done with. I can't change it." She grabbed my hands and pinned them on either side of my head, digging her hips into me again. I gasped and made a noise deep in my throat. "But this… Stop fighting, Jennie. Just say you want this. Tell me you want me…like I want you." She brought her mouth to hover over mine again, her eyes blazed. "I already know you do…"

She kissed me then, finally…

I groaned in her mouth and took her eagerly. She released my hands and I tangled them back in her hair. She kissed me deeply, passionately. Her hands twisted back in my wet hair, pulling the elastic band out. Her hips continued rocking into mine.

"No…" I ran my hands down her back, "I hate…" I grabbed her hips and pulled her into me, "…you." We kissed hard and heavy for an eternity. Between pants, I continued spewing how much I hated her. Around my lips, she kept telling me I didn't.

"This is wrong," I moaned, my hands running up under her shirt to feel her fabulously hard body.

Her hands ran everywhere along mine - my hair, my face, my breasts, my hips. "I know…" she breathed, "but, god, you feel so good."

The continuous grinding motion was escalating, I either needed something more…or I needed it to stop. Then, as if reading my thoughts, she stopped kissing me and pulled back. Panting with need, she dropped her hands to my jeans. No…yes…no, I thought frantically, not able to decipher my own rapidly swinging emotions. She began to unbutton them, staring at me intently, angrily - just as I was staring at her. There was so much heat between us, I thought for sure we would both ignite.

On the last of the four buttons, I grabbed her wrists and brought her hands up over my head and against the door, holding her against me. I wrapped my fingers around her tightly and she groaned intensely as our bodies pressed together again. "Stop it, Jennie," she snarled. "I need you. Let me do this. I can make you forget him. I can make you forget you."

I shuddered, knowing she was absolutely right.

She pulled a hand free from my weaker grasp and trailed it down my chest, back to my jeans, her lips on my neck with an intense fervor. "God, I want inside you…" she growled intensely in my ear.

Electricity shot through me as my entire body reacted to her words; my body desperately wanted that too. My head however could not get the image of her being this intimate with my sister out of it. "Stop it, Lisa!" I hissed at her.

"Why?" she hissed back, her lips brushing my neck giving me chills. "It's what you want…what you beg for!" she growled, slipping her hand into my jeans, on the outside of my underwear.

The closeness was too much – her touch promising me unimaginable pleasure. I moaned loudly and closed my eyes. Quickly reopening them, I grabbed her neck and brought her face right to mine. I was so angry…. Her heavy breath was ragged, and she inhaled through her teeth and groaned. God, she was just as turned on as I was.

"No…I don't want you to." I was saying no, but her finger was tracing the edge of my underwear along my thigh, and my voice broke halfway through. It sounded like anything but a refusal. I moved my hand from her neck, to try and move her fingers away from me, knowing that if she actually touched me – well, game over - but shw was stronger, and her fingers stayed temptingly close.

"I can feel how much you do want me to, Jennie." Her eyes burned with a deep, smoldering desire as she watched me. I could see how difficult this was for her, how much more she wanted. She groaned heavily, her face a mixture of painful need and lingering anger - it was the hottest thing I'd ever seen. "I want you…now. I can't take any more," she said breathlessly, and ripped free her other hand that I was still holding, bringing them both to my jeans. She quickly started tugging the wet fabric down. "God, Jennie. I need this…"

"Wait! Lisa…stop! I…I need a minute. Please…I just need a minute…"

Our old code phrase for, "I'm way too riled up, please step back," seemed to penetrate through her passion. She stopped her hands. She stared at me with those intensely smoldering eyes and my breath caught at her gorgeousness. I made myself say it again, with great effort.

"I need a minute," I panted the words.

She stared at me for a second longer. "Shit!" she exclaimed suddenly. I flinched, but said nothing. I couldn't get another word out anyway.

She sat up, her eyes still wild with passion, and ran her hand through her damp hair. She swallowed roughly and glared over at me, her breath heavy and ragged. "Shit!" she said again, hitting the door behind her angrily.

Watching her warily, I buttoned my jeans and slowly sat up, trying to slow my breathing and my heartbeat.

"You…are…" She immediately shut her mouth and angrily shook her head. Before I could respond, she opened the door and stepped out into the freezing, pouring rain. I peered out the open car door to watch her, feeling really stupid and quite unsure what to do.

"Fuck!" she yelled as she kicked the car tire. The rain was sheeting now, and it ran down her, quickly re-soaking her hair and soaking her body. She kicked the tire a few more times, shouting other obscenities. I gaped at her tantrum. Finally she walked away from the car and clenching her fists, yelled loudly to the empty street, "FUUUUCK!"

Panting in a mix of passion and rage, she put her hands over her face, and then ran them back through her hair. She left them tangled there and tilted her head up to the sky, closing her eyes and letting the rain completely soak her, cool her. Slowly, her breath became more even, and she let her arms fall to her sides, palms slightly up, welcoming the rain.

She stayed that way for an achingly long time. I watched her from the relative warmth and dryness of the car. She was breathtakingly beautiful - her wet hair slicked back from her fingers, her face relaxed and tilted up to the sky, her eyes closed, her lips parted, her even breath sending droplets of water away from her, rain streaming down her face, water running down her bare arms to her upturned hands, her light shirt clinging to every muscle of her unbelievable body, her jeans soaked and clinging to her legs. Shw was beyond perfection. She was also starting to shake from the cold.

"Lisa?" I called out over the sound of the rain.

She didn't answer me. She didn't move other than to raise a hand towards me, one finger up - she was taking a minute.

"It's freezing…please come back to the car," I pleaded.

She slowly shook her head, no.

I wasn't sure what she was doing, but I was sure she was going to freeze to death out there. "I'm sorry, please come back."

She clenched her jaw, still angry apparently. She shook her head no again.

I sighed. "Damn it," I muttered and bracing myself, I went back out into the downpour.

She opened her eyes and looked at me with a furrowed brow as I approached. Still very angry then. "Get back in the car, Jennie." She bit off each word, the passion in her eyes replaced with coldness as icy as the rain.

I swallowed under her intense gaze. "Not without you." She couldn't just stay out here in this. Her whole body was shaking uncontrollably from the cold now.

"Get in the damn car! For once, just listen to me!" she yelled at me.

I took a step back from her outburst, and then my temper flared. "No! Talk to me. Don't hide out here, talk to me!" I was getting soaked now too in the freezing rain, but I didn't care.

She took an angry step towards me. "What do you want me to say?" she yelled.

"Why won't you leave me alone? Tell me that! I told you before that it was over, that I wanted Taehyung. But you still torment me…" My voice cracked with my anger.

"Torment you? You're the one who…" She stopped talking and looked away from me.

"The one who what?" I yelled back angrily.

I should have left her alone. I never should have pushed her buttons…

Abruptly, she snapped her eyes back to mine. They blazed furiously and she smiled coldly. "Do you really want to know what I'm thinking right now?" She took another step, and I involuntarily took a step back. "I'm thinking…that you…are a fucking tease, and I should have just fucked you anyway!" I gaped at her, my face pale, as she took another angry step to stand right in front of me. "I should fuck you right now, like the whore you really-"

She didn't finish saying the words before I slapped her hard across the face. Any sympathy I ever felt for her immediately vanished. Any tender emotion that I ever felt for her immediately vanished. Any friendship I felt for her immediately vanished. I wanted her to vanish. Tears sprang to my eyes.

Really pissed off now, she pushed me roughly back into the car. "You started this. All of this! Where did you think our 'innocent' flirting was heading? How long did you think you could lead me on?" Roughly, she grabbed my arm. "Do I still…torment you? Do you still want me?"

The tears streaming down my face were lost in the downpour of rain. I yelled, "No…now I really do hate you!"

"Good! Then get in the fucking car!" she yelled and shoved me into the open door.

I fumbled my way into the seat, starting to cry, and she slammed the door shut behind me. I flinched at the angry noise. I wanted to go home. I wanted the safety and comfort of Taehyung. I never wanted to see Lisa again.

She paced for a long time outside, probably trying to calm down, while I cried on the inside, watching her and wanting to be far away from her. Then she stalked over to the driver's side and slid in the seat, slamming her door behind her. "Damn it!" she said suddenly, slamming her hand on the steering wheel. "Damn it, damn it, damn it, Jennie." She slammed her hands repeatedly on the wheel and I flinched away from her.

She sunk her head down to the wheel and left it there. "Damn it, I never should have stayed here…" she muttered. She raised her head and pinched the bridge of her nose with her fingers. I was extremely wet, but she was drenched, water dripped off her everywhere. She sniffed and shook with the cold, her lips were nearly blue and her face was very pale.

I turned away from her, still crying miserably, as she finally started the car. We waited in awkward silence as she blasted the heat. We sat in that silence for a second, then she sniffed and quietly said, "I'm sorry, Jennie. I shouldn't have said that to you. None of that should have happened."

I could only cry in response.

She sighed, then reached behind her and grabbed my jacket from the back seat. I took a look and saw my bag back there too; she had picked them up for me. I swallowed a lump in my throat as she handed me the jacket in silence. I slipped it on, grateful, but equally silent. Without either of us saying another word, she drove us home.

Pulling up to the driveway and shutting off the car, she immediately exited into the still pouring rain and went inside the house, leaving me alone staring after her. Swallowing again, I went inside and up the stairs. I stopped at her door. She was in there - I could see the wet footprints in the carpet. I hated her. I looked over at my door, where Taehyung was waiting for me, most likely asleep, then back to Lisa's door. I wished Taehyung and I were back in Ohio, back safely with my parents. Then in the silence, I heard a sound I never expected to hear - ever. I took a deep breath and opened Lisa's door without knocking first, closing it soundlessly behind me.

She was sitting in the middle of her bed, getting water everywhere, her shoes getting the sheets filthy. Her arms were locked firmly around her legs and her head was slung down between her knees. Her whole body shook…but not from the cold. She shook, because she was softly crying.

She said nothing as I sat down next to her dripping body, she didn't look at me, and she didn't stop crying either. Emotions flooded through me - hate, guilt, grief…even desire. I settled on sympathy, and put an arm around her shoulders. A sob escaped her and turning into me, she slipped her arms around my waist and laid her head on my lap. She completely lost it. She clutched at me like I might vanish at any moment. She sobbed so hard she could barely breathe.

I leaned over her, stroking her hair and rubbing her back, as new tears sprang to my eyes. The hurt of her words evaporated in my mind at her pain. Guilt at what I had driven her to flooded through me. She was right…in a crude, vulgar way. I was a tease. I did lead her on. I continually brought her to the brink, then left her for another. It obviously had hurt her. I was obviously hurting her. She blew up at me, and I had kind of deserved it…and she hated herself for it.

She was shaking uncontrollably. Her chill was seeping into me, so some of her trembling must be because shw was soaked through. I reached behind me, and she clutched me tighter, like she was afraid I was leaving. Grabbing the edge of a blanket nearly falling off her messy bed, I pulled it up and wrapped it around the both of us. I laid myself over her back, slipping my arms around her. My body eventually started to warm, in turn warming her body, and her shaking slowed.

After what felt like an eternity, her sobs eased to gentle crying, and then those eased as well. I continued to silently hold her to me, surprised to realize that I was lightly rocking her, like she was a child. After a moment, her arms around me loosened, her breath became smooth and regular, and I realized that, also like a child, she had cried herself to sleep on my legs.

My heart ached with so many emotions, I couldn't keep track of them all. I tried to forget our horrid night, but it started replaying itself in my mind. I shook my head to clear the bad memories, and softly kissed her hair, running my hand down her back. Gently, I shifted out from under her. She stirred, but didn't wake up. As I pulled away from her, she instinctively reached out for me, grabbing my legs again and holding me tight, still asleep. That stirred my heart again, and swallowing, I gently released her hold on me. She cringed and said "no" and for a moment, I thought she was awake, but after another minute of watching her, she didn't move again or speak again.

I sighed and ran a hand through her hair. Tears sprang, yet again, and I desperately needed out of that room. I fixed the blanket around her so she would stay warm, and then slipped from her room and into mine.