Jessica POV

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Someone is removing my clothes.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Who in the hell is removing my clothes?

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

I begin slapping away the hand that’s pulling my shorts down past my knees.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

I try to remember where I am, why I’m here, and how I got here.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Party. Cake. Pine-Sol.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Spilling Pine-Sol on my dress.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Changing.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Drinking more Pine-Sol.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Lots of Pine-Sol.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Watching Yuri love Taeyeon. God, she loves her so much.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

I saw it in the way she watches her from across the room.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

I saw it in the way she touches her.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

In the way she communicates with her.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

I can still smell the alcohol.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

I can still taste it as I slide my tongue over my lips.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

I danced... I drank more Pine-Sol...

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Oh! The drinking game.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

I invented my own solitary drinking game, where every time I saw how much Yuri loved Taeyeon, I downed a shot.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Unfortunately, that made for a hell of a lot of shots.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Who in the hell is pulling off my shorts?

 

 

 

 

 

I try to open my eyes, but I can’t tell if it’s working.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

They feel open, but it’s still dark inside my head.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Oh, my God. I’m drunk, and someone is undressing me.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

I’m about to be !

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

I start kicking at the hands that are yanking the shorts from my feet.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

“Jessica!” a girl yells. “Stop!” She’s laughing.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

I focus for a few seconds and can tell the voice belongs to Taeyeon.

“Taeyeon?”

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

She comes closer, and a soft hand brushes back my hair as the bed dips down next to me.

 

 

 

 

 

 

I squeeze my eyes shut, then force them wide open several times, until I finally begin to adjust to the dark.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

She puts her hands on my shirt and attempts to it.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Why in the hell is she still taking off my clothes?

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Oh, my God! Taeyeon wants to me!

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

I slap at her hand, and she grips my wrist. “Jeesica!” She laughs. “You’re covered in puke. I’m trying to help you.”

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Puke? Covered in it? That explains the massive headache.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

But... it doesn’t explain why I’m laughing. Why am I laughing? Am I still drunk? “What time is it?” I ask her.

 

 

 

 

 

 

“I don’t know. Tonight, I think. Like, midnight?”

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

“That’s it?”

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

She nods, then starts laughing with me. “You threw up on Yoong.”

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Yoong? I met Yoona?

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

It looks as if her eyes are trying hard to focus on my face. “Can I tell you a secret?” she says.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

I nod. “Okay, but I probably won’t remember it, because I think I’m still drunk.”

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

She smiles and leans forward.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

She’s so pretty. Taeyeon is really, really pretty. “I can’t stand Bora,” she says quietly.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

I laugh.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Taeyeon starts laughing again, too, and tries to pull my shirt off, but she’s laughing too hard and keeps having to pause for deep breaths.

 

 

 

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