JENNIE

I stared at my hands as we all sat around a large, oak table. Lana, the attractive rep from the record label, was handing the band papers with a lot of fine print. The guys were silently reading through it while Lana broke it down into layman's terms. I tuned her out, focusing instead on the music drifting up through the floor. They weren't even halfway through the show yet, so Lisa and the guys had more than enough time to open this door to opportunity.

When Lana finished speaking, Lisa glanced up at her then looked over to Lucas and Evan. "What do you guys think?" she asked quietly.

Having just heard about this deal for the first time, they both looked over at her with serious expressions. As one, Lucas's blond, spiky head and Evan's buzzed-cut brown head, twisted to look at each other. Then they both smiled and turned back to Lisa. Lucas nodded. "Yeah, we're in."

Lisa beamed at her band-brothers as Lana showed the guys where to sign. From what I could make out from the contracts, they seemed pretty fair; the guys weren't getting ripped off or anything. They'd still have control over what songs they produced and released, so Lisa would still be able to write her own stuff. Their profits would be mild from the first album, but they were contracted for a total of three, with options for more if those were successful. And I was sure they would be. I'd yet to meet someone who didn't like their music.

While Lisa nodded and smiled at her friends, I heard a disgruntled sound from the other side of her. Feeling a little melancholy after Lisa's weird phone moment in the hall, I looked over at Jackson, scowling at a piece of paper.

"Dude, Lis, did you read this? I don't believe this shit!"

Lucas chuckled and murmured, "I don't believe that you can actually read…"

Jackson glared at him, but held up what looked like a memo from the stack of papers and thrust it out to Lisa. Lisa cast me a quick, nervous glance. "Yeah…I read it."

My curiosity beating out my common sense, I asked Jackson, "Read what?"

Jackson held the paper up to me, as if I was supposed to read the tiny font from the several spaces away from him that I was seated. "This says that we shouldn't have sex with all the girls hanging around, because chicks will try and screw us just to get knocked up! So we have to pay them to raise the kid! For eighteen years!"

He stared at me with a look of complete shock on his face, like that thought had never, ever occurred to him before. I would have found it humorous, but already in a sour mood, I narrowed my eyes at Lisa. "They gave you a pamphlet on sleeping with fans?"

She shrugged and studied her papers. "It's just a warning…"

Lana spoke up, to clarify. "It's a standard precaution that we give to all of our rising celebrities. They will be the target of many different sorts of people, and we give them guidelines on how to best protect themselves from…being manipulated."

She smiled sweetly at me. "It's the company's way of protecting the asset. It's a very common practice nowadays." Laughing a little, she shrugged. "Athletes have to sit through a seminar about it." Leaning down to rifle through her suitcase, she murmured, "They never listen though…"

Jackson snorted and threw his pen down. "Well, what's the point of being a rock star if I can't bang the groupies?"

Rolling my eyes, I found myself muttering, "I thought it was supposed to be about the music?"

Jackson, unfortunately, heard my sullen comment and chose to respond to it. "No, no I'm pretty sure it's the pussy."

Flushing, I leaned back and crossed my arms over my chest. Jackass. Lisa reached over and patted my thigh. I wanted to smack her hand away for some reason. Jackson's comment just cut a little too close to home. I heard my sister smack Jackson across the head and looked back to see him scowling at her and rubbing the sore spot.

"What?" he muttered. She rolled her eyes and shook her head as Lucas laughed at his nimrod relative.

"Dude, it doesn't say you shouldn't have sex. It says you should always use protection." Lucas rolled his eyes. "You can still sleep with them if you want, just wrap it up." Smirking, he shook his head. "And please do. The last thing the world needs is another you."

Jackson turned his glare to Lucas. "Fuck you, man." Looking a little defeated, Jackson looked over at Lisa again. "Is that true? Do girls really do that?"

Squeezing my leg, Lisa shrugged. "Some."

Picking his pen back up, Jackson started signing the papers. "Well that's fucked up."

Lisa, finished with her stack, handed her papers to Lana. Lana smiled at her as she tucked them in her briefcase. It was a friendly smile, like she clearly liked Lisa on a personal level as well as a professional one. I wasn't exactly thrilled that Lisa was friends with her, but I wasn't really surprised either. Lisa made friends everywhere she went, even if she wasn't always aware of it. Sometimes I think she thought she was completely alone in the world, but she wasn't. Even without me, she had a wide circle of people who cared about her.

Kissing my cheek, she ran her lips up to my ear. Closing my eyes, I heard her whisper, "I still have forty-five minutes of free time…want to go somewhere more private?"

I could only nod as a flush of desire swept through me. I may still have doubts and insecurities, I may still question whether or not she'd been a little too friendly with Lana, or some fan, and I may still want to rip her phone out of her pocket and read her secretive messages…but ultimately, I loved her and I'd missed her, and I wanted to be alone with her.

Lisa stood, telling the guys she'd see them before they went on. Lucas and Evan glanced at me, smiled, then nodded. Jackson stared at his contract, looking horribly confused. Jisoo leaned over his shoulder, her breasts pressing into his arm. He shifted his gaze to stare right down her cleavage. Then he didn't seem so confused. Then he didn't seem to care much about the contract at all.

Still gallantly holding my bag, Lisa led us out of the building through a secret, hidden exit. It let out right by their busses parked behind the building. Pushing open a bus door, Lisa smiled back at me and nodded to it. "Come on, let me show you where I live now."

I giggled a little as I clutched her hand. I'd never been on a tour bus before. Mirrored sets of plush chairs were under the huge windows, small tables tucked between them. It sort of reminded me of the inside of a train and I smiled, remembering that my first train ride was with Lisa…ages ago.

Lisa tossed my bag on one of the empty tables, then led us through a curtained off area. There were no outside windows in this portion of the bus and as the heavy curtain fell back into place, the only light reaching us was from the tiny bulbs embedded in the floor.

Lisa twisted to face me, wrapping her arms around my waist. It was quiet in here, our breathing the only sound not absorbed by the heavy fabric doors. Leaning her head against mine, Lisa softly said, "Welcome to my bedroom."

My breath picked up as her lips inched closer to mine. "Your bedroom?" I whispered, my voice coming out a little huskily. The anticipation of being with her made my body feel like Jell-O.

Her lips angled away from my mouth, to rub against my jaw. My eyes fluttered as her breath washed over my skin. "Mine and the other guys…" One of her hands slid down my backside as she trailed soft kisses down my neck. Breathing heavier, I tilted my head so she could explore all the way down.

Murmuring as she went, her voice just as husky as mine, she continued describing her traveling home. "We're all packed into these cubbies, like sardines." She got to the base of my throat and moved over to lightly run her tongue up the center. I gasped, dropping my head back as my hands ran over her backside.

Making a deep, satisfied noise as she reached the top, her free hand not cupping my bottom grabbed my cheek. "It's not as spacious as your bed back home, but there's just enough room for two…"

She rested her face against mine, her lips so close, we were nearly touching. It was hard to focus on anything other than those lips, but I made myself look over at what she was talking about. Lining the walls of this enclosed area, were bunk beds. There were four beds per stack, with two stacks per wall. Each bed had a curtain closing it off…for privacy, I guess. They looked exceedingly small and claustrophobic.

Lisa's hand on my cheek released me, as she pointed to the bottom one in the stack we were leaning against. "That's mine," she whispered. "My home away from home, where I try and get some sleep with a bunch of snoring, smelly dudes around me." She chuckled a little, then sighed and brought her hand back to my face. Pulling back to look at me, her face gorgeous, highlighted by the soft lighting along the floor, her dark eyes searched mine. "Where I dream about you…where I miss you…"

Her eyes watered a little as I watched her take me in, which made mine water a little. "I miss you too, Lisa."

Then I couldn't hold off anymore, and my hand came up to tangle into her hair, pulling her lips into mine. She groaned at my force, then kissed me back just as hard as I was kissing her. The quiet space was quickly filled with fast breaths and noisy moans as we reconnected. Pushing me against the bunk bed frame, Lisa reached down to hitch my leg around her hip. I scratched my nails down her back as her body lined up with mine. Damn, maybe I'd just let her take me right here, pressed up against the beds.

Filling with need every second her mouth was on mine, I reached down and pushed up her shirt. She helped me halfway through, tossing her shirt somewhere over her shoulder. I drug my fingers over the swirls of my name inked across her chest and she hissed in an erotic breath, whispering something that sounded like I love you, or I miss you, or maybe even I want you…I was too dazed to know for sure.

As she pushed her hips into mine, grinding the hardness of her ache with the softness of mine, I wrapped my arms around her head, pulling her into me. God I'd missed her. Her lips attached to my neck as her fingers worked their way up my shirt. When she had the material far enough, she pulled aside my bra and enclosed her hot mouth over a sensitive nipple. An overly sensitive nipple. A nipple that had apparently missed her caress, as just her mouth being on it brought me right to the edge of climaxing.

Knowing we were alone, I let out a long cry as her tongue threatened to push me over the edge. She moaned against my skin as she felt my body tensing for that glorious moment. Pulling back her hips, she used just one hand to quickly unbutton my jeans. I cried out, "Yes," as her fingers headed down for the spot that would definitely send me spiraling into bliss. As nice as her erotic notes and steamy phone calls had been, there was just nothing that compared to her physically touching me.

I was gripping her shoulders and panting with everything I had, waiting for her finger to slide against me…just once…when a flash of light entering the room nearly blinded me.

Lisa instantly removed her hand from my jeans and released my breast, helping me smooth the fabric back into place. Ice washed over me, killing my near-release. I struggled to breathe like a normal person. Lisa's breath was fast too, as she stepped in front of me, shielding me from view even though she was much farther along in the undressing portion than I'd been.

As we both stared at the person entering the sleeping area from the other side, where I had to assume the bathrooms were, I quickly refastened my jeans. Holding onto Lisa's bare shoulders, I peeked over at a disheveled looking rocker. He had crazy, going-everywhere hair—a poor imitation of Lisa's sexy mess, if you asked me. And with heavy eye liner, corded bracelets all the way up his wrists, and skull rings on every darkly painted finger, he clearly didn't want to be mistaken for anything but a stereotypical musician. He really only needed, I'm a rebel and you'll never understand me, stamped to his forehead to spell it out any clearer.

Hoping this guy hadn't heard me nearly orgasm, and knowing there was no way he hadn't heard all of that, I turned beet red. The guy feigned surprise as he held the curtain open, still blinding us. "Hey, sorry, Lisa…didn't mean to…interrupt." He smirked and smiled at me as he stepped into the room. "Hey, cutie, what's up?"

I buried my head in Lisa's shoulder, just wishing to disappear. Now I was mortified to be around two of Lisa's tour mates. Wonderful.

Lisa shoved the guy's shoulder, trying to get him to leave the private area we were trying to have a moment in. "Yeah, well, it happens, don't worry about it."

The man surrendered under Lisa's force and chuckled as he walked to the other side of the curtained off area. "Yeah, yeah, I'm leaving." Opening the other side, he grinned back at Lisa. "Damn man, I don't know how you manage to always score with the hottest chick." He eyed me up and down. "And two in one night, bro…I wish I had that kind of stamina."

I felt all the blood draining from my face as I stared up at Lisa. She seemed paler, too. I vaguely heard the rocker say, "Hey, sweetie, I'm available, if you want to bang me next? I don't mind getting her seconds…again."

I was too dazed to respond. I was too dazed to do much of anything. In a couple of sentences, that man had just confirmed all of my biggest fears. Lisa was cheating on me…repeatedly. As I heard chuckling from the rocker leaving, I dropped my hands from Lisa's body. I didn't feel like touching her anymore. I watched as Lisa closed her eyes, swallowed, then reopened them. In slow motion, she twisted to face me.

I did it without thinking. I did it without realizing I'd done it. My hand reached out, all on its own, and smacked her across the cheek. The promise ring around my finger dug into her skin, cutting her jaw, and a tiny drop of blood fell on her skin.

"You son of a bitch!" I snarled, backing away from her as far as I could in the cramped space.

She winced and rubbed her jaw. "Jesus, Jennie. Can I explain before you start wailing on me?"

Her eyes flashed to mine, angry, but it was nothing compared to the anger and betrayal I felt. "You can explain 'scoring the hottest chick'? You can explain 'two in one night'? You can explain him 'getting your seconds…again'?"

Sighing, Lisa ran her hand over her face. When she looked at me again, she seemed less angry. I wasn't. "Yes, Jennie. I can explain."

Poking my finger in her chiseled chest, I shoved her back a step. "Are you cheating on me?"

Grabbing my hand, she tried to lace ours together. "No, I'm not." She ducked down to meet my eye, but I was so furious, I couldn't look at her. "Hey, I'm not, Jennie. I've already told you that before…several times probably."

Inhaling a steadying breath, I tried to calmly ask a question. My voice warbled as I tried to control it. "Then what…was he talking about?"

Lisa grabbed my other hand, trying to loosen the fist I'd bunched it into. Maybe she realized that if I was going to hit her again, it wasn't going to be with an open palm. Funny, I'd never considered myself a violent person before Lisa. She just brought that out in me, I guess.

When calming my hands didn't seem to do anything, Lisa grabbed my cheeks. Forcing me to look at her made my eyes start to water. I sniffed back the tears. I did not want to cry.

Her brow bunched, she searched my face. "He's lying, Jennie. He said that to get a rise out of you. He knows who you are, they all do. I flip through that photo book all the time…" She smiled softly and shook her head. "They all think you're beautiful…"

I batted her hands away. "Why would he lie?" I stressed "he," just so Lisa would know that I was much more inclined to believe that Lisa was lying to me…right now.

Sighing, Lisa shook her head, keeping her hands off of me for a moment. "Because we were the last band to join the tour and we got bumped to the second in the lineup. Because Lana was interested in our band and not his." She shrugged. "Because he's a childish, immature asshole with a grudge against me, Jennie, and if making you doubt me got us fighting tonight instead of…" She sighed again and tossed her hands up. "Because this, right here, is what he wanted…his stupid form of payback for our band being better than his."

Watching the exasperated expression on her face, I softened a little. It sounded plausible, but most of Lisa's lies sounded plausible. I know. Back when we'd been fooling around behind Taehyung's back, I'd usually been well aware when Lisa was lying, and Lisa was good at it.

"Why should I believe you?" I whispered.

She tossed her hands up into the air again. "I haven't done anything wrong! Why shouldn't you believe me?"

Just then, as if fate was trying to screw with us even further, Lisa's phone chirped in her pocket; she'd just gotten a text message. She closed her eyes, seemingly cursing the same fate I was. When she reopened them, she stared at me blankly.

I narrowed my eyes. "Do you need to get that?"

She shook her head. "No."

Clenching my jaw, reclosing my hands into fists, I seethed, "How do you know? It could be important?"

She let out a slow exhale before shaking her head. "You're important…that can wait."

My eyes watered again. "What can wait?" I whispered, not sure if her last statement was comforting or not.

She stepped towards me and tentatively cupped my cheek. "I'm not doing anything, baby. I love you. I'm being faithful to you." She held up her ring, her thumb stroking the metal. "I promised…I promise."

She dropped her forehead to mine. "We don't have much time together. Please, just let this go…"

"Let what go?" I whispered.

She sighed, then her lips lowered to mine. "I love you, Jennie…please believe in me."

I wanted to object, I wanted to scream at her to let me know what she was hiding, to tell me something that would make me believe in her, but the words slipped out of my mind as her mouth softly moved over my skin.

Maybe I was being weak…maybe I just wasn't ready to know. For whatever reason, though…I let it go.

After a few calming moments, Lisa reached down and put her shirt back on and we laid down side by side on her bunk. There was a cubby built into the wall and I stared at the few belongings she kept near her—the journals I'd gotten for her, her Discman, the photo book my mom and sister had made for her, and the little toy car. Swallowing, wanting to believe her, I fingered the tiny, metal muscle car.

Lisa sighed and kissed my shoulder. "I love you…" She whispered.

Clutching the car, remembering the connection that we had, the way she'd opened up to me, let me into her life like no one else before me, not even her band mates, I looked over at her. "I love you too…"

She smiled, her fingers tucking a strand of hair behind my ear before following the chain around my neck. Pulling the necklace out of my shirt, her thumb stroked the edge of the silver guitar; the diamond in the center of it gleamed, even in the faint light surrounding us.

Bunching her brows, the soft smile on her lips faded as she watched her fingers. "Jennie…I should tell you something…"

Hating the ice that instantly formed in my stomach, hating that I knew she was hiding things from me, I instantly remembered that I was hiding things from her too. Guilt easing the knot burning through my insides, I whispered, "I should tell you something too…"

Her eyes flashed up to mine, narrowing. "Tell me what?"

Swallowing, searching her perfect face, I stammered for a way to break her heart. I just knew that she'd react badly to the news that her rival was back in town. Not that Taehyung was really a rival anymore, but Lisa had never felt like she'd compared to him. Lisa seemed to think I'd be better off with Taehyung. If she knew Taehyung was back in my life, especially while she was away…it might end us.

Dreaded tears filling my vision, I considered Lisa's odd, secretive texts that she clearly didn't want to talk about, the searing doubt that one asshole rocker had so easily placed into my head, the videos of her friendly attitude towards Lana that made me green with jealousy, the looming dread in my belly over whatever she needed to tell me now… .

Maybe we were already over, and I just didn't realize it yet?

"Um, well…"

As I started stumbling over something to say, the bus door was banged on and a familiar voice drifted to us from outside. "Lis? You and Jennie in there?"

Hearing Evan's jovial voice brought me back to a simpler time, when Lisa and I were only having a secret affair behind my boyfriend's back. Wow, I never thought I'd see the day when that horrid moment in my life would become the "good ole days."

Lisa sighed, then leaned over and shouted, "Yeah, we're in here."

Evan walked over to our section of the bus and I heard him clear his throat. "You, uh…dressed?"

Lisa chuckled a little while I blushed. "Yeah…what's up?"

"We're on in ten, so, you know, we should get ready."

Lisa blinked and sat up on her elbows. "Already? Damn…" she stood up, then looked back at me. "I'm sorry…it's our turn."

I nodded, swallowing. "I know." She extended her hand to me, not looking too sure on whether or not I'd take it. Exhaling slowly, I stood up and grabbed her hand. Regardless of our issues, I still loved her…heart and soul.

Letting out a relieved sigh, she kissed the back of my hand, right over my promise ring. Cringing, I glanced at her face; she still had a scratch along her jaw where my ring had nicked her. Feeling guilty over hurting her, I leaned up and kissed her jaw. Her eyes were glossy when they met mine again, and she nodded, like she understood my silent apology.

"Come on…want to watch our show?"

Finally smiling fully, I nodded eagerly and clasped her hand in both of mine. "Yeah, definitely." If there was one thing that could turn my mood around in a heartbeat, it was watching Lisa perform. And I'd missed that too.

We met up with Evan outside, and Evan slung his arm around me. I smiled, leaning into him and secretly wanting to ask him if he knew anything about Lisa that I didn't. I didn't ask him, though. For one, he probably wouldn't tell me, since Lisa was his friend and sort of his boss; Evan wouldn't want to rock that boat if he could help it. Plus…Lisa had kept us a secret from Evan. He'd been pretty surprised when he found out about us. I was pretty sure that whatever was going on with Lisa, all of the guys were as clueless as me. I would just have to trust that Lisa would tell me when she was ready, and hopefully, it wouldn't hurt…too much.

Walking us back through their super-secret rock star entrance, we hurriedly made our way to the back of the stage. Justin waved at me as we passed by; his band was ending the night, after the D-Bags played. I flushed as I timidly waved back. I don't think I'd ever feel comfortable around him now.

Luckily we didn't see the rocker who'd tattled on Lisa. I think I'd end up punching him if we did.

As we got to the waiting area right beside the stage, I glanced up at the band waving and bowing to the crowd. Nerves flooded through me as Lisa released my hand and grabbed her guitar. I was getting anxious for her; the small section of the crowd that I could see looked massive to me, and the noise as the MC introduced Lisa's band was ear splitting—a hundred times louder than Pete's. But Lisa looked calm as could be as she waited with a foot on a step, smiling at me.

Just as the crowd died down, she nodded at me, then twisted and darted onstage. I shook my head at her. Situations reversed, I'd be frozen on that stair, unable to move. The rest of the guys followed her up there, and I watched, spellbound. Evan and Lucas waved while Lisa and Jackson reached down to a few lucky fans in the front.

The roar of the crowd was even louder and I swear, a couple of girls that Lisa had just touched were crying. It was so…surreal. Even without a hit being played endlessly on every radio across the country, these girls knew who Lisa was, who her band was. The guys had everything in place for hitting it big-time…even a contract with the same record label that had released Justin's album.

As I was ruminating about what that meant for us, heaped on top of everything else, my sister looped her arms around my waist. "Isn't this exciting, Jennie!"

I glanced over at the vivacious beauty, momentarily jealous over how simple her relationship was with Jackson. They both knew exactly what they were and weren't to each other. There was no deception, no lies, no jealousy, no…nothing. They gave each other what they needed, when they needed it, then moved on when they were done. In a way, it was a win-win situation. Although…it sounded a little empty, too.

Leaning back in her arms, I nodded. My stomach was surging with adrenaline as I watched Evan start the set. Then Lucas kicked in, Lisa close behind him, and all of a sudden, I felt like we were back at Evan's loft, watching the guys rehearse. There was just a much larger audience watching this time.

I smiled wide as Lisa's voice filled the theater. She was so good at this. It seemed as effortless to her as breathing. I'd seen her do it drunk, I'd seen her do it depressed, I'd seen her do it with a cold, heck, I'd even once watched her do it when she'd been battling a stomach flu. She'd looked a little green that night, but her voice…that always sounded amazing.

As was her stage presence. Lisa lighted it up. It was one of those things that the rocker from the bus would never understand. You can't dress the part and hope that it makes you look the part—you either have that certain spark or you don't. And Lisa oozed that spark. I think, even if she were only so-so on the attractive scale, she'd still draw every eye to her. she was just…special.

Their set was shorter than when they'd played at Pete's, since they shared the night with so many other bands, but the crowd seemed satisfied when it was over. It made me a little happy that Lisa hadn't played the melancholy song that she'd written for me while we'd been apart. I don't know, even though she played it at Pete's, I didn't want people all over the nation singing along to my song.

Instead, the group played all of their biggest hits, all the ones that I loved and that the fans back home loved. Even though the night hadn't gone as planned, I was still glad that I'd impulsively flown out with my sister to see this. I knew I'd remember it forever.

Giving a final bow, Lisa shook her head, then leaned over and kissed the crying girl on the cheek. I blinked, a little surprised that she'd do that, but when the girl slumped back into her friends like she was fainting, I had to smile. I shook my head at the oddness of it all while Jisoo adorably snorted.

Hopping down the stage two steps at a time, Lisa scooped me into her arms. Obviously running on pure adrenaline, she spun me in a circle, laughing as I squealed. Her arms were firmly around my thighs as she held me up, and, leaning back, she looked at me. "What did you think?"

Sighing, I threaded my fingers back through her hair and rested my head against hers. "I think it was perfect, Lisa."

Setting me down, she smiled warmly at me. The last band to perform swept past us and Lisa twisted to watch them bound to their microphones. Looking back at me, she smiled and raised an eyebrow. "Do you want to stay and watch your favorite band?"

Flushing, I glanced at Justin onstage for a microsecond before looking back at Lisa. "Second favorite," I said, shaking my head. Lisa laughed and I laced my arms around her neck and laid my head on her shoulder. "I just want to be with you…wherever that is…," I whispered in her ear.

Nestling into my hair, she nodded and held me tight. "Okay," she murmured, before the sound was drowned out by the band onstage.

As the rest of the D-Bags dispersed, Evan and Lucas excitedly talking about the deal they'd just inked, Jackson with his hands all over Jisoo's body, Lisa and I stayed just where we were, holding each other, slightly swaying to the music around us. It was peaceful and I felt that familiar contentment again. If I could, I would have held her like this all night long. I would have held her like that forever.

But forever wasn't in the cards for us tonight and before I knew it, the show was over and the roadies were moving in to tear down the set. Lisa pulled me out of the way, back to the backstage area where a group of fans were hanging around, waiting to hang out with the guys.

Being the professional that she was, Lisa stayed and signed autographs while I waited on a chair in a corner. None of them paid any attention to me, and I was fine with letting Lisa have the spotlight.

After a while, someone from the club finally stepped in and cleared out the room. The man stepped up to me, an imposing look on his face. "You too, missy…everybody out."

He grabbed my elbow and I instinctively pulled back. He didn't like that. "You can't stay, groupies gotta go."

I narrowed my eyes. "I'm not a groupie."

He rolled his eyes, like he heard that every night. Just as I was wondering how to convince yet another bouncer that I wasn't some trollop following the guys around, Lisa intervened. "Sorry, she's with me."

The bouncer shrugged and let me go. Lisa laced our hands together and led us back out to the secret exit. As we walked, she got a devilish smile on her face. "That little incident reminds me…what exactly did you do to get backstage?"

I sighed, running my hand over my face. "You don't want to know."

She giggled, twisting to walk backwards down the hall. "Now I definitely want to know." She raised an eyebrow at me expectantly.

Not able to resist the sultry look on her face, I murmured, "I flashed the guy at the door."

Lisa stopped in her tracks and I ran into her. "You what?" she said flatly.

Bunching my brows, I shook my head and took a step back. "He wouldn't let us through until Jisoo and I showed him our chests. I kept my bra on, though…Jisoo didn't."

Lisa clenched her jaw, her expression hardening. Her face reminded me of the night she'd stopped that perve from fondling me, the night she'd gotten the scar along her ribs. "What did he look like?" her eyes scanned the hall behind me, like she was searching for the guy.

I brought my hand up, focusing her gaze on me. "Hey, it's okay." I grimaced and added, "It was mortifying and humiliating, but he didn't hurt me or anything. He didn't even touch me." I didn't mention that he'd rubbed Jisoo a little. I also didn't mention that he'd also offered to "do" me. The first of two unwanted invitations I'd had that night…wasn't I popular all of a sudden?

Lisa exhaled, shaking her head. "Why would you do that? You could have called me…I would've let you in?"

I sighed, stroking her cheek. "I wanted to surprise you."

She narrowed her eyes. "You thought I was sleeping with Lana. Did you want to surprise me…or catch me?"

I bit my lip and shook my head. "I don't know," I whispered.

Shaking her head, Lisa turned around and forcefully pushed open the door to the exit. Sighing again, I slowly followed her.