Lisa

I spot Jennie the second she walks in. She's wearing a skintight black mini dress that showcases her body perfectly. Her long legs look fantastic with those heels on, and for a second I imagine myself spreading them, my hands on her thighs. I wonder if her body will still feel the same underneath mine. Will she still moan my name the way she used to?

"Lisa!"

I blink and drag my eyes back to Sana. I bow my head toward hers apologetically and try my best to give her all of my attention, but for the life of me, I can't remember what we were talking about.

"Jennie, huh? You're still so in love with her, it's unreal. It's been two years, dude," she says. There's a slight edge to her tone. but it's fleeting. She's mostly annoyed that I missed half of what she said and she'll have to repeat herself. Sana knows better than anyone how I feel. She and I have always been clear on what we are and what we aren't. We might've started out as fuck buddies just using each other to get over the people we love, but over the years we've become friends. She's one of the few people I actually confide in. One of the few women I enjoy spending time with outside of bed.

"I'm over her," I murmur.

Sana rolls her eyes. "Is that why you keep looking at her like a lovesick teenager?" she says, an amused expression on her face.

I sigh and wrap my hand around her waist. "What is it, Sana? You have my undivided attention, okay?"

She looks at me through narrowed eyes and shakes her head. "It's fine. He left just now," she murmurs, her eyes filled with heartbreak. I don't have to glance around the room to know that it's Mason Dalton she's referring to.

"I can't believe you fell for that moron," I chide her gently.

She sighs and drops her forehead to my chest. "He wasn't always like that. When we were younger, he was just the sweetest. He still is when we're alone."

I guess this is exactly why Sana and I get on so well. We're compatible, but our hearts don't beat for each other. She's been in love with her jackass childhood friend all her life, and when we first met, I was still hopelessly in love with Jennie. Hell, I might still have some feelings for her, if I'm truly honest with myself.

"Fuck, Sana. You really deserve better. You need to get over that idiot already. How long are you going to watch him fuck one girl after the other?"

She bites down on her lip and shakes her head in denial. "He's not like that. You just don't know him," she says.

I pull a hand through my hair and inhale deeply. No matter what I say, she won't listen. I don't want to see her hurting the way she is, over someone that doesn't deserve her.

I try to give Sana my undivided attention, but I can't help but notice some guy walk up to Jennie. I watch her from the corner of my eye and tense when she smiles at him. I'm filled with annoyance when he wraps his arm around her. Jennie turns toward me and our eyes meet from across the room. She glances at Sana and then back at me before she turns away. I watch as she grins and nods at something the jerk that's hitting on her says.

"Go," Sana whispers. "I know you want to. Jennie has been looking over at us, getting more and more agitated, and you're not doing much better. Go on. I'm fine."

I glance back at Jennie to find her taking yet another shot. Did no one remind her not to take drinks from strangers? Why the hell is she having drinks with this asshole? She's swaying in her heels and she looks drunk as fuck. Sana pushes against my arm and I smile at her gratefully before making my way to Jennie.

"Hey, Minx," I murmur, suppressing my annoyance. Jennie looks up at me and her eyes roam over my body before turning back to the guy she's with. He stares at me wide-eyed and then looks back at Jennie.

"Lisa Manoban," he says, before clearing his throat and repeating my name loudly. Jennie glances at me through narrowed eyes when douchebag's attention shifts from her to me. "You're amazing on the field, man," he says, rambling on and on about my own damn stats as if I don't know them myself.

I smile at him and tip my head toward the door. "Thanks. I need a moment with Jennie here," I say, barely able to contain my irritation. I'm not sure why I'm so annoyed. Douchebag takes the hint and walks off, but not before smiling at Jennie. She turns to watch him walk away before glancing at me.

"Lisa," she murmurs, her eyes narrowed. "Didn't think you'd be able to pull yourself away from Sana."

Her voice drips with venom and I try my best not to smile. I shouldn't feel so pleased to find her acting jealous — Jennie and I were over years ago.

"You're drunk."

She shakes her head and sways a little. I grab her by her waist, my hands closing around her almost entirely. I've always loved holding her like this.

"Where's Rosé?"

She shakes her head again and looks around the room in search for her. She deflates when neither of us spots her, and I wrap my arm around her. "Come on, let me take you home."

Jennie shakes her head. "I didn't bring my access card. I can't get into the dorm," she says, pouting. "I'd have left ages ago if I could have."

She looks angry and jealous, and I love it way too fucking much. "Come on, baby. Let's go."

As soon as we're outside, I sweep her into my arms and carry her to my apartment a few blocks down. She rests her head against my chest and closes her eyes.

"Are you sure you can just leave Sana?"

I chuckle. "Why do you say her name like that?"

Jennie pouts, and I bite back a smile. "She's nice. And pretty."

"She is, but you don't sound very pleased about it."

Jennie glares at me. "I'm not. I wish she was a bitch."

I burst out laughing. "Why would you want that?"

Jennie leans back a little and looks into my eyes. "Because I don't want to like her. I don't want to like the girl that took my place in your life. I don't want to be happy for you. I don't want to acknowledge that she's better for you than I ever could be."

I pause with her in my arms right in front of my door and put her down carefully to grab my keys. She stares at the ground, looking lost as fuck. I inhale deeply and unlock my door before carrying her into my apartment. I set her down on my bed and she kicks off her heels. She's quiet and I have no idea what to say to her either.

"Jennie, you know Sana didn't replace you, right?" I say eventually, my voice soft. "She's her and you are you."

I don't know how to explain it any better than that, and I'm not sure why I even want to. Jennie and I aren't what we used to be. I owe her nothing.

"Are you dating her?"

I knit my brows and shake my head. "No. It's not like that between us. She's just a friend."

Jennie frowns and looks up at me with her big brown eyes, the hopelessness in them hitting me right in the chest.

"Just a friend, huh? Is she the friend that left all those kiss marks on your body?"

I freeze and swallow hard, unable to answer her. I suddenly feel like I've wronged her somehow, when I know I haven't.

"I wish it were me," she says, her voice so soft I almost missed her words.

"You don't," I say, my tone harsh. "Don't say shit like that so thoughtlessly, Jennie. I'm trying my best to be friends with you again, to salvage the friendship you and I both wrecked. Don't complicate things now."

She looks up at me with heartbreak in her eyes and I immediately want to take my words back.

"I know, and I'm sorry, Lisa. But I just need to know… do you love her?"

She looks at me like I'm holding her life in my hands. For a second I consider lying to her just to make sure she and I don't end up in the same situation we're only just recovering from, but I can't do that to her.

"No, Jennie. I don't love her. I stopped believing in love years ago."

She looks up at me with a small smile on her lips, a tiny spark of hope lighting up her eyes. Part of me wants to crush it as soon as I see it, but I can't. I can't, because it's Jennie, and she might have broken my heart, but she still owns my soul.