(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
Out of all the people, our teacher today decided to pick a student in English class to take his place and to speak to the students, as a teacher.
He looked around the classroom, Jisoo hid behind her hoodie, looking like a boogie man. I snorted and felt my throat go dry as he mutters, "Lisa? Would you like to do the honors?".
Oh god, here goes my heart racing, as I imagine all the sinful and inappropriate thoughts, as I imagine her as an actual professor.
I know damn well, if she was a milf, I would've still been simping.
Simp nation? Here I come.
I couldn't help but smile at my best friend, Lisa was sketching something down and looked up. She didn't seem too affected by the idea of being a teacher.
Who was I kidding? She loved English.
She nodded, met my eyes, and muttered, "With pleasure".
It was that look in her eyes that made my breath hitch. Like she was demanding my attention to be on her, rather than anyone else—now that she has the power of being a teacher.
Fuck my life.
I hold my pen close and click on it anxiously. I could feel her eyes on me, burning and lingering on me as I avoid her as much as possible. I didn't want it to be obvious that I was staring. "Now, let's start with the beautiful chaotic topic; writing".
I looked up, her big brown eyes looked at the students—a sweet smile traced her lips. "What does the word writing express to you?".
"Harry Potter—". One of the nerds in my class said as the whole class laughed.
What is so funny about this?
Seriously JK Rowling would be a pissed mess.
Lisa's eyebrows met, emerging the little annoyance that was evident on her face. "Quiet!". The whole class went silent. My best friend was acting like a teacher.
"What is so funny about such beautifully written books of a series?".
"It's boring—". One of the jocks said out loud which made our teacher—I meant, my best friend, calmly approach him. She ducked her head down a little, to meet his confused gaze. "You being here in my class is boring, plus, how do you expect to know what reading is when you don't read?".
Lisa daringly looked at the guy—she knew him personally, so that made him bite his tongue and part his lips.
