𝐓𝐲𝐩𝐚 𝐆𝐢𝐫𝐥 | Chaennie

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Have you ever heard the saying "Alcohol corrupts the soul"?

If so, then probably from your parents who want to give you this 'Moral' when they tell you about their drinking carpads from their youth and at the same time complain that today's youth is so ruined.

Well, they're not wrong...that today's youth is toxic. With them, you can forget and ignore that saying.

Yeah...you can ignore the saying...that's what Jennie thinks too.

Kim Jennie, who at first glance is a normal but extremely pretty girl who is just boxing her way through her last year of highschool.

But if you take a look behind the scenes and behind the adorable gummysmile of the Korean girl, you quickly realize that the cat-eyed brunette has not only attitude but also many other preferences than homework, studying and being innocent.

Clubs, alcohol and girls. And this every weekend anew.

Jennie has never been someone 'inconspicuous' in school, as she always gives classmates and even teachers a little taste of her know-it-all and very self-confident, almost arrogant, attitude, but that she ends up in bed with girls every Friday and Saturday night, kills vodka bottles, and occasionally smokes one, no one would have ever thought of her when highschool started a few years ago.

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Tap, tap, tap. The sound of the end of the pen being tapped repeatedly against her notepad was the only thing Jennie's ears picked up. The brunette had already started to block out the voice of her teacher 30 minutes ago, who was babbling something about the French Revolution.

History has never been Jennie's favorite subject. Well, she has never tried to become friends with it. She thinks nowadays it's no longer important to know who fought who 300 years ago and when which kings found his way into a coffin under the ground.

Consequently, Jennie's plan for the remaining 5 minutes of this last lesson was definitely not to take any notes or to give her attention back to her teacher.

Rather, she was immersed in her own thoughts in a world in which she felt most comfortable. Before her eyes she already saw the rooms filled with people and especially pretty girls and the neon colored lights of tonight.

Sure, it's the end of the week again and after this week, which strained Jennie's nerves to the last bit, the brunette couldn't wait to move her hips to the beat of the music, pour alcohol down her throat and put her hands on the naked body of a girl.

All these ideas of what would be waiting for Jennie all night formed the perfectly shaped lips of the Korean girl into a not-too-small smile, while she lowered her head slightly, so that the gaze of her eyes fell from the second hand of the clock hanging above the door to the blank page of her notepad.

But this change of Jennie's facial expression, which until now was rather bored, did not go unnoticed by everyone.

"Uh, what's the smirk for?" asked a voice that sounded in combination with a light elbow jab from Jennie's right side.

Jennie kept the same size smirk on her lips, but raised her eyebrows, which appeared in the same shade of brown as her hair, as she prepared an answer for her best friend sitting to her right. "You're not missing anything, do you?"

"You should know that by now Jen. And above all, I can already imagine what thoughts, or rather memories, make you smirk like this" replied Lisa, also known as Jennie's best friend and after Jennie, the biggest flirt and fuckgirl in school.

Just like Jennie, Lisa Manoban is anything but exemplary and the word 'Innocent' could not be used to describe her either.

Although externally she differs a lot from Jennie, nationality, size, hair color, she is one heart and soul with Jennie in terms of behavior.