FAUX REAL

9

In the last three years, I've attended six private schools scattered across the UK, yet this is the first time I've seen blended fruit used as a weapon during a cat-fight. I've got to give some credit to Seulgi though, she's excellent at improvisation.

Perhaps I should've intervened earlier but Lisa seemed to have been holding her own; her face calm, her tone level during the two minutes I was semi-eavesdropping. She even managed to keep her cool when Yeri and Joy, who clearly have severe daddy issues, were spewing verbal vomit all over her. The fact that Lisa is a virgin doesn't surprise me at all, the girl clearly hasn't let loose since her inception. It was all very humorous to watch, I just wish Seulgi didn't take it too far because now my plan to talk to Lisa alone is ruined.

"Oi, fuck are you doing?" I ask, striding towards the gaggle of girls, my eyes darting to Lisa's stained green face.

Christ, Seulgi got her good. Lisa's using her sleeve to wipe under her eyes, her gaze affixed on the ground, her shoulders slumped in defeat. She was doing so well before. A shame.

"Oh," Joy coos, biting her lip, her frighteningly blue eyes scanning me as I approach. "Speak of the devil. Hi, jennie. We were just teaching little lisa here a lesson in respect-"

"And honesty," Yeri adds, twirling her dark hair around her finger. Is she trying to flirt with me? Oh, God. "Liars deserve to be punished. Really, if you think about it, we were doing you a huge favor."

"Me?" I ask, stealing glances at Lisa who keeps taking deep breaths, her fists clenched. I'm not sure if she's about to explode with anger or tears. "Yeah? How's that?"

"We're basically defending your honor," Seulgi explains, batting her lashes. Christ, she's creepy. Why are her eyelashes so long? They're like spiders. "You must have heard the news that she told everyone that the two of you were dating which is obviously a big fat lie. So pathetic-" Her menacing eyes dart to Lisa. "Plus, we all know nobody would willingly date her-"

"Well, maybe for a million dollars," Yeri laughs.

"More like a billion," Joy adds. "Personally, there's not enough money in the world to make me want to date her. I'd rather die."

Based on the daggers Lisa is tossing her, that's a possibility in the near future.

"We put her in her place so you didn't have to." Seulgi chuckles. "So you're welcome."

Surprisingly, Lisa doesn't comment as she peers up at me through her soaked hair, her eyes dim, defeated. For fuck's sake. Why does she need to look so bloody depressed? I suck in a sharp breath. I'm doing this for the band. For a little freedom. She better fucking go along with it.

"There seems to be just one problem with your logic," I say, meeting Lisa's confused hazel eyes. "We are dating."

Her mouth drops briefly before she snaps it back up, straightening her shoulders, a grateful glimmer in her amber eyes.

That's better.

"What?" Seulgi snaps, crossing her arms. "Fuck off, you're lying. I don't believe you." She faces her, disgust oozing through her pores. "What did you do? Pay her? God, you're sad."

"No, I- I didn't pay her," Lisa stammers, nibbling on her bottom lip.

Seriously? What happened? She was kicking ass earlier. Why must everything always fall on me?