Jennie

I'm still mad when I storm into my room. A whole week — I'll have to be in this damn room all week, all because Lisa couldn't keep it in her pants. Helen definitely won't let me hang out with Rosé in that time. I stand by my window and glare at Lisa from my room. I can see into her bedroom easily from here. She's got her desk pushed up against the window and her bed behind it. Sometimes, if I'm really peering into her room and she's forgotten to close her curtains, I can see her lying in bed. Lisa walks into her room and drops her bag to the floor. She immediately walks to her window and opens it.

"I'm sorry," she shouts. I glare at her and shut the curtains. I storm down the stairs and grab a box of expired eggs before making my way up again. I drag my curtains aside and push my window open. My movements catch Lisa's attention, and she opens her own window too. She looks so relieved that I hesitate for a second. Then I shake my head and grab my slingshot from my desk drawer. Lisa and I both have identical ones that we'd use to throw messages at each other before we got smartphones. I guess messages is overstating it a little — they were mostly insults, and every once in a while, some actual conversations.

I grab one of the eggs and aim for her window. I shoot as hard as I can, and the egg hits her right in the chest. It cracks against her favorite t-shirt, the yolk running down her body. She looks down at it in surprise. Before she has a chance to shield herself, I launch another one. This one hits her right in the stomach. She closes her window in a rush, and the third egg crashes against it. She stares at me and shakes her head. She looks me right in the eyes as she lifts her t-shirt, taking it off. Then she opens the window just slightly and sticks her arm out to clean the glass with her t-shirt before closing it again. She moves so quickly that I don't have a chance to throw an egg at her arm.

I grit my teeth and slam my window closed before yanking my curtains closed too. I jump into bed. My feelings are all over the place. I should be mad about the fake weed prank, but instead I'm mad about Mina. I never liked her — she's always mean to Rosé and me and always acts like she's so much better than us just because she's been cheering for longer than we have. Why did it have to be her? The idea of Lisa and her makes me feel uncomfortable. I've never seen her with anyone, but I've heard that she can get quite wild at all the parties Rosé and I aren't allowed to attend. Despite that, I've never seen Lisa kiss someone and I haven't so much as seen her hold a girl's hand. Logically, I know she's probably been with girls, though. After all, she's the school's quarterback, she's clever as hell and she's actually nice to anyone who isn't me. I've always ignored the rumors about her as best as I could, but this time I'm finding it impossible to get the mental image of Mina and Lisa out of my head. My heart aches thinking of the two of them together.

My phone buzzes and I glare at it when I realize it's a text from Lisa. I click on it and nearly drop my phone. She's sent me a photo that was clearly taken on her bed. She's lying down, shirtless, and her jeans are hanging low on her hips. I can see most of her upper body, and she's got a smug grin on her face. There are some stains from the eggs on her abs, and two small red marks on her skin. I stare at the photo. When did Lisa get this muscular? I know football practice is pretty tough, but hot damn. I zoom in on her abs and stare at her body with wide eyes. I felt how strong she is when she held me in the treehouse, and I saw her abs then too, but I was so flustered and sad that I didn't truly notice. Not the way I notice them now, in the obscurity of my bedroom.

My phone buzzes again, and I drop it onto my face. I groan in pain and rub my forehead. I check my phone to find another text from Lisa.

Devil: I'm hurt.

I roll my eyes. I know she isn't actually hurt, but I am surprised to see the bruises. I didn't think it'd hurt her much at all. Was I wrong? I feel just a tiny bit bad. I didn't mean to hurt her.

Devil: I'm really hurt. Didn't you see the bruises?

I purse my lips and ignore her. I'm so annoyed. Far more than usual. My phone buzzes again and I stare at it through narrowed eyes.

Devil: Minx, I didn't sleep with her. I swear.

I bite down on my lip. Is she lying to me? Does she have any reason to lie to me?

Jennie: Why would she respond the way she did if you didn't sleep with her?

Devil: Fuck if I know. She's crazy. She kissed me at a party a few weeks ago. I was really drunk, so I let her. That's all.

My heart aches. Mina kissed her. I knew something must've happened between them, but I'm hurt nonetheless. I shouldn't be.

Jennie: So you got with her? You might not have slept with her, but you made out with her.

Devil: I'm sorry, Jennie

Jennie: You should be. If not for your slutty behavior, we wouldn't have gotten suspended.

I stare at my screen. It looks like she's typing, but then she stops and starts all over again. It takes minutes before she actually messages me again.

Devil: I know you won't believe this, but the rumors you're hearing about me aren't actually true. I haven't slept with anyone, Minx.

I stare at my phone in disbelief. Surely she doesn't expect me to believe that she's still a virgin. She's seventeen. I know most people her age are already doing it. Besides, I've been hearing rumors about her for almost two years now.

Devil: I'm not a slut, Minx. Quite the opposite.

I'm about to reply when I hear the front door slam downstairs. Footsteps rush up the stairs and Helen walks into my room with a furious look on her face. She holds her hand out and I reluctantly hand her my phone.

"I know this one technically wasn't your fault, Nini. Nonetheless, I'm punishing you both. I don't mind your little feud and your arguments, but it cannot interfere with school. Lisa gets away with a lot because she's on the football team, but you'll need your scholarship, Nini. You're so close to getting a free ride to college. Rein in the pranks, okay?"

I nod. I know she's only looking out for me and I love her for it, but I do feel like I'm being punished unfairly. Helen grabs my laptop from my desk and takes it with her.

"I'll leave the TV downstairs, but I'm going to come in randomly and make sure you're in your room where you're meant to be. Don't try me, Jennie."

I sigh and fall back onto my bed as she walks back out, my portals to the world outside in her hands.