(Jenlisa Completed)
Two best friends in a room, they might kiss- just kidding.
Anyways.
Two best friends, contraries who are always either there for each other or to argue with one another, spend their senior year partying, and getting involved in d...
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Jennie
Ever since yesterday, I've been ignoring Lisa's calls and messages. Somewhere, I loved the attention and the way she would rush to me when she knows that I'm upset. But, I had the most mixed feelings about the new transfer and the way Lisa carried the conversation like I wasn't there to cheer for her. My efforts were met with nothing but ignorance.
Here I am, making my way to my locker to get my books, as it gets slammed gently. I look up and was met with confused doe eyes.
Lisa tried to study my face, to understand why I walked away but isn't it obvious?
"Jen? What's wrong?".
"Nothing".
"Don't bullshit me, Jen". She frowned, "You've ignored all my calls and text messages".
I put on an act, pulled my phone out, and gasped, "Oh, really?". I then put my phone away and glared at her, "Maybe I did that for a reason, Lisa-ya".
"And what would that be?".
I rolled my eyes, and to my luck the bell rang, indicating that everyone should be in their class. "Guess, I gotta get going".
I started making my way to class, but I wasn't going to be left alone, cause the next thing I knew, was that Lisa followed and walked beside me.
While carrying her books without glancing my way.
"What are you doing?". I asked in confusion.
"What? I'm getting to class". She answered.
"Isn't your class the other way?—y'know what? Forget about it". I realized that we have the same class for the day.
Mister Wilson.
I almost called him Mister Dickson, one time in class, by accident.
When I made it—no, when we made it. I made sure to sit the furthest away from everyone's eyes, knowing it was going to be a long day.
Lisa sat beside me, I sighed to myself, unpacked my bag, and tidied my desk before placing my book down.
Dusty ass desks.
Not even five minutes into class, I feel someone shift beside me and poke my hand that was resting on the table.
Lisa.
I wanted to smack her with my book but realized how violent that would be. Violence is an act of criminals, and I'm not a listed one yet.
She opened her bag and my eyes widened at the sight of the bottle of vodka. What is this crazy fool thinking?
