(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
The weekend came as soon as that awful day passed. I spent time on my own, reflecting on what happened, my studies, and my mother's voice that echoed every morning about what I should do in life instead of her acting like a mother. My friends had a hangout on Friday, but I never bothered to show up, fearing the looks on their faces.
Lisa's angry eyes.
Someone save me from this hell.
"You don't look so good". Irene greeted me by the lockers.
I weakly smiled, "Who would, on a Monday morning?".
"All of this will be over soon, Jen".
I sighed and closed my eyes for a second, to ease my nerves, to forget that this place was hell, I questioned. "The tension or school?".
"Both. I'm sorry for not being there, I've been so busy with analyses". She placed a hand on my arm as I opened my eyes to meet the sympathy in her gaze. Irene wasn't the one to feel pity for me, but I felt that for myself.
Self-pity over getting pussy ay?
I meant dick, yes that thing.
"Understandable, that's what I should be doing instead". I sarcastically muttered although I meant every word I said.
To dream? Is to work hard.
To wish? Is to await the plan the universe has in store for you.
So, what does that make me?
A clown in the making.
"Don't be so hard on yourself". Irene's reassuring smile didn't calm me once it, "You will get the grades you need, bestie".
"How come you have faith in me more than I do in myself?".
She laughed, "That's what friends are for".
I nodded, "Indeed".
"Have you seen Lisa?". There goes my heart sinking again.
For once, I wanted to be a starfish—to be Patrick and live under a rock, away from the eyes of everyone.
I swallowed hard, "I haven't spoken to her ever since the fight".
"Why not?". Irene looked genuinely confused.
"And say what? I'm sorry for not giving a shit about what you think and how you feel, rather pushing you away in return?". I bit my tongue to not scream in the school's hallway.
Principal Jessi would make me clean the toilets for this.
God, no.
"I see regret in your eyes". Irene admits, "Why to let that regret eat you alive when you can just speak to her? You know Lisa, more than any one of us, Jen".
