Seventeen years old when he broke my heart,
Seventeen day later when another picked up the piece,
Seventeen years together,
Seventeen thousand problem,
Seventeen days of reliving my past and finding a new future,
Seventeen minutes until I took my l...
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FOUR MONTHS LATER...
I watch from across the room as Lisa chats to a group of people, smiling to myself as her hand comes up and tugs on her earlobe.
Quickly making my way over to her side, I wrap my hand around hers and bring it down between us.
"Calm down, you have no reason to be nervous," I whisper in her ear.
She excuses herself from the group and tugs me a few feet away until we're out of earshot of other people. "How in the hell did you know I was nervous?"
I smirk down at her and shake my head. "Baby, you always tug on your ear when you're nervous. You did it right before the first time I kissed you at the end of tenth grade, when I stuck my hand down your pants three months later, five seconds before you gave me my first blow job and-"
"Alright, smartass, you made your point," she tells me with a laugh, cutting me off. "What's the deal with Jiminie and Rosie?"
Glancing in the direction where she's looking, I see the two of them on the far side of the room, quietly arguing. Rosie starts gesturing wildly with her hands and then Jimin points at her and says something that makes her face fall. I hold my breath, assuming he said something really stupid and she's probably going to smack him across the face, but it never happens. She says one more thing to him and then turns and walks away. Jimin grits his teeth, shoves his hands in his pockets angrily and then storms off in the opposite direction.
I have no idea what the hell that was all about. Jimin hasn't mentioned one word about Rosie since that night at Slammers when he drunkenly made out with her at the table in front of everyone. I hope to God she doesn't have some sort of misplaced infatuation with the guy. Jimin will never settle down, no matter how hot the girl is.
"Shit, I better go see what that was about," Lisa states quietly, pulling away from me.
Grabbing her hand, I bring her back towards me. "Leave it alone for now, babe. This is your night and I don't want anything ruining it. We'll deal with those two later."
She sighs, looking off in the direction Rosie went for a few seconds before turning to face me. "Have you seen all the people who showed up tonight? This is insane."
Her hand starts to move back up to her ear as she glances around the room but she quickly drops it when she realizes I'm watching her with a huge grin on my face.
"Can you be serious for one minute? Someone from the Solomon R. Guggenheim Foundation is here tonight. The GUGGENHEIM, Jungkook, the fucking Guggenheim in New York City! I think I'm going to throw up," Lisa complains, pressing her hand to her stomach.
Wrapping my arms around her, I pull her close and kiss the top of her head. It's almost hard to believe how much has happened since I first saw her again at Slammers all those months ago. After Lisa was released from the hospital a week after the fire, she moved into my house since there was nothing left of her own.
