From Day One | JENSOO

Chapter 11

Realisations (or the lack of them).

As a child, there wasn't anywhere Jisoo wouldn't try exploring. It was second nature to her whenever she landed somewhere new, to scan the area, find good hiding places, leave no stone unturned. Her father called her an adventurer, a mini Indiana Jones and it was cute until she grew older and adventure became synonymous with trouble. It was partly why she was a DJ and rode a motorcycle but that didn't necessarily mean she was a "bad" girl or a delinquent, although the motorcycle and tough looks often attracted that vibe. So she punched out some boy when she was eleven and wore a leather jacket—driving a motorcycle in heels and a miniskirt was not only dangerous but awkward. It had nothing to do with fashion, but safety. As for the punch, well, the kid was asking for it.

The school's front gate was locked everyday at five in the afternoon, once all the janitors, teachers and students serving detention got out. The lock was about the size of Jisoo's fist and she didn't have enough skills to pick it or enough strength to break it with some heavy duty clippers. The fence, however, was only a meter taller than her and she had climbed worse.

She accounted for possible guards—lazy, fat men with beer bellies snoozing at their posts—but didn't consider them a threat.

It took her less than twenty minutes to complete her deed, excluding the drive to the school. She needed to be cautious with her plastic bag, now weighing a little heavier than before. If she crushed the contents than the whole trip would have been meaningless.

She crossed the grounds stealthily, feeling confident that her dark hair and clothes would help her succeed. At the fence she pushed the bag under the small opening and planted a foot into the flexible metal.

"Hey, what do you think you're doing?"

The flashlight illuminated her bike as it scanned the surrounding area. She had two options: turn herself in, or make a run for it.

She let go of the fence and turned, squinting as the light hit her face. The guard did not look happy.

"Sorry?"

*

"Trespassing? Really Jisoo? Out of all the things, you trespass the school. You couldn't have picked something cooler, like a bank or a prison?"

"Why would I want to trespass a prison?" Jinyoung raised his hand from the steering wheel. "You're missing the point Soo!"

Unfortunately, trespassing school grounds meant she had to serve a week's detention. They also impounded her bike for the night, which she wasn't too worried about since her Uncle Park was a good friend of the impound lot's owner.

Jinyoung's frustration ended quickly as he glanced at the bag in Jisoo's lap. "What's in there? And what's that smell?" he asked, crinkling his nose. "Nothing, keep driving."

Jisoo rearranged the bag so that it was more evened out. She sat back and relaxed in the seat, imagining the surprise on Jennie's face. It would have made her endeavor worthwhile.

*

Jennie poked the cafeteria's weird looking meat with her fork. It wasn't appetizing at all and she wasn't hungry anyway. Nayeon and Irene were smart and brought sandwiches. Jennie would have done the same but she received a late call from Jisoo that she was already at school and Jennie had to drive her car that day and thus didn't have enough time to pack a lunch.

"So Jennie, will you go?"

She hadn't been paying attention, again. "Um, what?"

"We're going to the Golden Fox this weekend, are you coming with us? Or are you going to spend another Saturday night at home? I bet that's a lot of fun."