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CRIMINAL HEART -school for criminals -heaving cursing -phsycotic kids -criminal kids -enemies to lovers
One day Exactly at 7:38, January 25th Jennie had met the person she'd come to hate the most. She had strut into their high school with her head held high and a reputation already made. Guys drooled at even the most minuscule of things, and like power hungry hogs the girls had tried to stake a claim of friendship with her. To all she had disregarded, and made friends with the most unbelievable person. Ever! Park fucking Chaeyoung, that minx shit, Chaeyoung is as sly as a snake, wicked, on the brink of psychotic. Yet she melt, and softens within the right grips of Lisa's hands. Anyways their best of friends and always stuck by the hip.
Then Jennie started to notice something, anytime this tall lean bed headed kid had walked pass her, her lips would quirk up into a smile and a low chuckle would leave her throat.
Jennie doesn't take to it nicely, because is she taunting her? Mocking? Making fun of? Because Jennie would surely show her a peice of her fucking mind.
Jennie doesn't make do to her threat until junior year age 17 when Lisa is in almost all of her classes. Her prestigious, uptight ass. Not only does she take all the girls, but she's also a friend snatcher.
Whenever Jennie brings her up everyone's always like, 'she's a super chill girl '. Jennie knows better than to fall for that shit. 'Your just jealous Jennie .' She isn't.
Anyways somehow they are left in the locker room alone Jennie had just finished getting dressed and she feels eyes on her. She turns her head and she sees Lisa leaning against the wall, body relaxed jet black hair thick on her head bangs falling just above her eyes. "What's your fucking problem?" Jennie scoffs. Throwing her duffel bag into her locker.
"I don't have a problem Kim."
"Sure doesn't fucking feel like it." She scoffs. Lisa's lips quirk up into that smile again and she chuckles.
"If a fight is what you want then you can have it." Jennie points to herself, stalking closer to the other girl. "I'm sure you've heard of me right?"
Lisa nods, just barely. "That I do, and is that supposed to mean something to me."
"You know you've got a fucking nerve Manoban." Up this close Jennie can take in Lisa's features better, she doesn't think she's ugly, just doesn't think she's that shit. Their shoes Aline by the time Jennie stops. "I got a mind putting you back in your fucking place."
Lisa doesn't reply but her eyes settle on the olders lips, Jennie feels uncomfortable from this and hesitantly licks her lips. "I don't do violence, Kim."
Jennie scoffs and balls her fist, she's just itching to swing. The girls got a real punchable face, Lisa looks like she was about to say something but Jennie swings before she does. She's excited to feel the soft skin on her knuckles but the satisfaction never comes instead she feel the seering hot touch of Lisa's hand wrapped completely around her wrists. Her loose cardigan sleeve slides down her forearm and Jennie could only focus on the golden Rolex sitting prettily there along with a few threaded bracelets.
