Crazy Over You

CHAPTER 9

JENNIE'S POV

Parties

You'd expect them to be wild, crazy, and chaotic. Inappropriate things would be happening here and there and people would be injecting and ingesting drugs into themselves to let loose. A means to escape reality or to simply have fun. There would be loud, obscene music playing that could be heard miles and miles away and you'd see drunk teenagers doing things they'd regret the next morning. A party is where mistakes happen, where bad decisions are made

At least, that's what I've read in books

"Oh Sehun," Lisa said before she sneaked out through the front door. With my help, of course

You see, my floors are made up of wooden tiles. Very creaky tiles. One wrong step and you might as well wake up the entire neighborhood. Mother never bothered to get rid of those high-pitched noises that emit from the slightest pressure in the tiles because it supposedly functions as a "Jennie-Proof" floor. Floors were meant to act as an alarm when I started sleepwalking when I was younger and during my occasional visits to my neighbor's backyard. I've stopped doing those, though. The sleepwalking, I mean. She couldn't do anything to stop me when she was at work, though

I've gone through weeks maneuvering my way across the floor alarms, making each safe area to step on with a permanent marker. My mother hasn't noticed it yet

Anyways, I was just thrilled when Lisa had finally given me the name of her past enemies. Sure, she didn't give me any reasons why she disliked him but details aren't important and you know what they say, 'Keep your friend close and your enemies closer by the logic, Sehun must know a lot about Lisa's high school past activities. Not only that, he'd be less reluctant in telling me

Not that I'd ask him about Lisa because that's just wrong. Asking about someone's personal life without them knowing? Just plain wrong

Just to get this out there, Lisa suggested using my bedroom window which was silly because that's my secret sneak out and no one else can use it but me. One may ask, "Well, what was the point of making the wooden floor to make your quiet escape when you could have used the window?" Well, you see, I forgot I had one. Can't help that it's always covered by my curtains. And behind my drawer

But, you know, if it weren't for me, she could have been stuck under my window if we went along with her idea, anyways. Her butt would be dangling halfway through and her torso would be held down by a sheet of paneled glass. Heavy paneled glass, I may add

My mother would have walked in and said, "Jenni-" I mean, "Lisa? Why are you stuck in the window?"

And then Lisa would have shrugged and said, "I don't know"

Then my mother would give her a dead-eyed look and Lisa would groan. "I thought going through my window would be faster. But I didn't take the size of my backpack into account" My mother would've tapped her feet impatiently, waiting for her to say something next and Lisa would roll her eyes, "And I thought it'd make me look cool"

Then my mother would've sighed, shook her head, and said, "No. No it wouldn't" and proceeded to call whoever can remove a window because the window would be way too fixated on not moving and squeezing my-her Insides out

Has this ever happened to me before? Pft. No. Of course not. But if it did, then she would have expected that I'd never try that stunt again. Hypothetically, she would have been wrong

Anyways, I quickly went and searched up Oh Sehun on my phone as soon as I had quietly sneaked back into my room

Oh, Sehun in Buri Ram. He has an account on Facebook, Instagram, Snapchat, Twitter, and other social media platforms that teenagers use nowadays. I looked through his stories and posts on every platform he has and...