"What the fuck do you want?" I ask as I narrow my eyes at Irene.

I'm just glad we're not at work so I can swear without having to pay.

"My, my you sure are feisty tonight Kim." Irene smirks. She puts her hand on her hip in what I can only assume is her way of attempting to intimidate me.

It doesn't work though.

I bet you're wondering about my history with Irene.

Well she's certainly not an ex of mine.

Because ewww, I wouldn't touch her with a hundred foot pole.

Look I'm not blind, I know Irene isn't ugly on the outside, but inside she's evil incarnate and I'm fairly certain she has no heart.

I've known Irene for more years then I care to count and our relationship is complex with many different layers that can't be easily explained in a few short sentences.

Ok, ok, it's actually not that complicated I just have a flair for the dramatics.

Irene was the cheerbitch that Bobby was dating when he came out.

And to say she didn't take it well would be a humongous understatement.

Now, I can make fun of Bobby all I want, and I do, because he's my brother but when someone else tries to give him a hard time they awaken a beast inside of me.

Irene felt the need to tease my brother and she also felt the need to round up some of her jock friends to teach my brother a lesson on what a real man is.

He hardly even broke a sweat when he punched their lights out. I was so proud of Bobby that I actually hugged him in public, that was a day for the record books.

Ever since then I've had a justifiable hatred for that bitch and every time we run into each other it leaves a very bad taste in my mouth. She always makes a point of trying to get under my skin and for the life of me I can't figure out why. It's not like I'm the one who dumped her large and ample ass.

Ok, ok, I kind of know why she might have it in for me.

Irene has this ridiculous theory that I'm the one who started the rumor that she's a hermaphrodite and when Bobby saw her penis that's how he knew he was gay.

How she ever got an idea like that is beyond me.

"Why are you snickering?" Irene hisses.

I take a big sip of the wine that Franco just poured and I'm hoping if I ignore her she'll just go away.

Irene on the other hand has other ideas. "How's that faggy brother of yours?"

Oh no she didn't.

I shoot up from my chair and get right in Irene's face. "You better shut your mouth before I shut it for you."

Irene cackles and that drives my blood pressure up even higher. "I see I have your attention now Kim."

I am so not in the mood for a confrontation and I really, really don't want to chance Jennie meeting someone who dislikes me so much. "Whatever you have to say, I'm not interested, so why don't you..."

"I guess you didn't hear the big news?" Irene cuts in.

Like I even care.

"You're looking at the newest addition at S.M & Associates." She finishes.

I should probably explain.

S.M. & Associates is a rival K&J firm that has been my dad's biggest competition for years. So of course Irene would pick that company to work for, how predictable.

They conduct their business very shrewdly and they treat their talent like pieces of meat. Not only that, but their owner, Mr. Lee, is a major dumbass who can't string two coherent sentences together.

"Congratufuckinglations." I sarcastically reply.

"Thanks, I know that comes from the bottom of your heart." Irene matches my sarcasm but she's not done. "My first order of business is to destroy that joke of a company your family owns and there's not a thing you can do about it."

I roll my eyes because frankly Irene is starting to bore me. "Can you go be crazy somewhere else."

"Oh I'm sorry, I didn't mean to interrupt your date." Irene says sweetly but I can hear the venom behind her words.

"It's not a date." I reply a little too quickly.

"Right, you're just looking to get into her pants." Irene scowls. "That's what you do right? Use the girls you're with and then toss them aside before you move onto your next prey."

Whoa.

Where the hell did that come from?

It almost sounds like she's...so not going there, forget I even brought it up.

"I don't care to continue this conversation." I sit back down and take another big sip of wine. Irene has totally unnerved me and I need to relax before Jennie comes back.

"Fine, I'm through here anyway." Irene says and I couldn't be happier. With my luck of course Jennie picks this exact moment to enter the dining area and Irene addresses her before I can shut her mouth. She gives Jennie the once over and I can't seem to make my legs move. "Good luck with her." Irene starts as she points at me. "She really is a fuck 'em and leave 'em kinda girl."

Jennie's jaw drops and my heart leaps out of my chest.

Irene turns to me and waves, "Later Jisoo, do have yourself a wonderful evening." She saunters out the restaurant leaving me to deal with the aftermath of her revelation.

I finish the rest of my wine in one gulp before I risk taking a look at Jennie. She's still standing where I last saw her and when she turns back to face me the shocked expression on her face sends a chill down my spine.

This is so not going to go well.

I pour myself another glass of wine and I just know I'm about to say something stupid. "Don't they just have the best bathrooms here?" I laugh almost manically at my idiotic self and I'm surprised Jennie doesn't run the other way screaming. "I mean you know, not that I rate bathrooms or anything, it was just an observation." Shut up Jisoo! "On a scale from one to ten, ten being the best of course, I'd rate it a nine." I silence my rambling mouth with yet another big gulp of wine as a wave of nausea hits me.

"Who was that?" Jennie asks as she sits down. Her eyes are wide and the walls in the restaurant feel like they're slowly closing in on me.

"Oh her." I wave my hands dismissively in the air. "She's some kind of loony tune, L.A.'s full of them."

Jennie raises her eyebrow at me. It's a move I'd normally find sexy but now it just makes me squirm in my chair. "Really? Because she seemed to know you quite well."

"Who cares, I think we have other things we need to be discussing." I say hoping to avoid addressing what just happened.

Jennie's eyes fall to the table and when they come back up to meet mine I want to flee from the restaurant and her watchful gaze. "Are you gay?"

Wow, that was very blunt of her.

This really isn't how I envisioned her finding out my sexuality, nor is it the way I envisioned this night going.

Stupid Irene and her stupid big mouth. If she ruined my future with Jennie she's going to get a big dose of my foot up her ass.

"Like a two dollar hooker." I try a joke to alleviate some tension that has crept in between us but I think I told it wrong because she's not laughing and for the record neither am I.

I tilt my head ever so slightly as I take yet another sip of wine. "Uhm yeah." I'm not exactly all that keen to have this conversation when Irene has already put my defenses up but I'm not going to lie about who I am either. "Is that a problem?"

Awkward silence alert!

Why is she just staring at me?

And why are my palms starting to sweat?

"Of course it's not." She replies rather defensively but her piercing gaze tells a different story.

"Are you sure?" I ask because if she does then I have more to overcome then just her having a boyfriend.

Jennie tenses up and she starts to tap her fingers against the table. "Why would it be a problem?"

I shrug my shoulders to appear like I don't care but inwardly I care a whole heck of a lot. "I don't know you tell me."

"Well it's not." Jennie snaps as her fingers pick up the pace.

Alrighty then, she's clearly fine with my lesbianism.

I was being sarcastic in case you couldn't tell.

I finish off my second glass of wine and the buzz it produces is not enough for me to relax or lighten up. We're clearly at an impasse and Jennie is clearly lying to me.

I decide to reach for a dinner roll at the exact same moment as Jennie, how cliché, so naturally my hand ends up on top of hers.

This is the first real contact we've had and my body jerks a little. A spark of electricity shoots through me like a lightening bolt and if that's the kind of reaction I have when only our hands touch I can't even imagine what it would feel like to have contact with other parts of her body.

I'm too busy reveling in how soft Jennie's skin feels and the warm sensations she's causing that I don't move my hand right away. I know I should have but in my defense, touching Jennie feels so damn good I don't want that feeling to ever stop.

Jennie, I'm going to assume isn't too pleased with me right now because she pulls her hand back to her side so fast it makes my head spin. But that doesn't even compare to the tizzy she sends me into when I see the anger flash in her eyes.

"This was a mistake." She tells me as she pulls out her cell phone. She hits a few numbers and then puts it to her ear as she glares at me.

In a move that catches Jennie by surprise, and me as well, I snatch her phone out of her hand and turn it off.

I'm not going to deny that I want Jennie, that I want to get to know her or that in the short time she's come into my life she's made me feel something I've never felt before. No, there's no way I can deny any of that but I'm not about to sit around and have her judge me either. I have my pride and nothing gives her or anyone else for that matter the right to think less of me because I happen to want to date a woman instead of a man.

"What the hell is your problem?" Jennie bellows as she tries to get her phone out of my hand. "Give that back to me!"

"My problem?" My voice is raised but I don't care that some people are starting to stare at us. "What the hell is your problem?"

"I don't have a problem." Jennie fires back.

"Yes you do." I know, I bet homophobe Hanbin is responsible for Jennie's apparent dislike of my gayness. Damn D.B. and his brainwashing ways!

Jennie gives up her quest to get her cell phone back so she can fold her arms across her chest. If I wasn't so mad at her I'd note that angry Jenie is hot. "No, I don't!

"Let's recap shall we." Jennie huffs and that only fuels my rage. "You return from the bathroom, find out that I'm gay and then you decide that you have to leave. Sounds like a problem to me."

"You have no fucking idea what you're talking about." Jennie is seething at this point and you know what, so am I.

Things are spiraling out of control at an unbelievable speed.

"Oh I believe I do." My blood is pumping so fast in my veins that I don't think I can stop the impending disaster that this night is turning out to be. "And you know what I don't give a rats ass if my dad or anyone else has labeled you the next big thing because what you are, Jennie Kim, is a closed minded jerk."

"Hey bellas why all the yelling?" Franco asks as he comes over to our table.

"Not now." Jennie and I reply together.

At least we're on the same page about something.

Franco scampers away allowing Jennie and I to continue our fight.

Perhaps I'm overreacting, perhaps I'm blowing this all out of proportion but the combination of my nerves, Irene's appearance and Jennie's weird reaction to finding out I'm gay have led to a perfect storm of my insecurities bubbling to the surface.

Jennie leans forward and pounds on the table to get my attention. "You don't understand Jisoo..."

"No you don't understand." I shriek. I hate that I've lost control and I hate that Jennie is making me feel like this. "I know my dad wants our firm to represent you because he believes in your future but I also know that he wouldn't tolerate your attitude..."

"How dare you fling those kinds of accusations at me!" Jennie yells.

This is going so badly and all my dreams for us seem to be crumbling right in front of my eyes.

I need to get out of here right now.

"Good luck in your career, Jennie, because with your bigoted view on life you're going to need it." I stand up, throw Jennie's cell phone at her and bolt from the table before I can make an even bigger fool of myself than I already have.