𝐓𝐲𝐩𝐚 𝐆𝐢𝐫𝐥 | Chaennie

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3 days, 72 hours, 4320 minutes and 259,200 seconds have roughly passed since Jennie's heart got shaken up harder than an earthquake could have done it by Chaeyoung in a way she had never felt before.

And in those 3 days, until this Wednesday, the brunette could not explain to herself, as much as she thought about it and tormented herself, what was happening inside her body, especially in her chest.

In the past few days, she couldn't get Chaeyoung out of her head for a second, except in the few hours when she found sleep.

...Although the blonde and her so damn pretty and addicting face also managed to haunt Jennie's dreams a few times, which illustrated to her, without her being able to defend herself, what she most likely wanted the most, but would never admit.

Hand-holding, stargazing dates and loving anniversary gifts.

Just thinking back on her, in her opinion, completely absurd and cheesy dreams, sent an unpleasant shiver down Jennie's spine.

But as I said, she may try to deny herself what she really wants, but what she must admit is that so many small, actually so insignificant objects of everyday life reminded her of the blonde.

For example, yesterday as she passed by a simple Liquor store at the corner of the street that she normally never notices, and saw a white bottle of Malibu in its window.

Or, another clear and good example, when the day before yesterday, on Monday evening, after school, she briefly went to the mall to just buy a new mascara, since hers was empty since her last club visit, and she saw a large, new, black and golden display filled with perfumes, lipsticks and other beauty products of the French brand Yves Saint Laurent, which immediately conjured up the image of the blonde in her head.

It was almost as if she was possessed by Chaeyoung.

It was awful.

But not because Jennie never wanted to see this angelic face again, but because she knew deep down in her cold soul that the blonde had managed to turn her into a complete looser who was in love and in denial.

And as if the whole emotional drama that could have made Jennie scream more with every second wasn't enough, the school was also making it hard for her, whose teachers have decided for some mysterious reason to start this week extra stressful.

Since Monday, all the teachers, whether their over-motivated sports teacher or their actually so calm English teacher, behave as if the students are about to take the entrance exams for Seoul National University.

Paper after paper were slapped on the students' desks and they were supposed to solve all of them in 45 minutes as if by magic, the difficulty of the tasks suddenly increased by three levels and if you spoke even one word without being asked, you were threatened with an entry in the class register or, if you were really unlucky, even a 3-day suspension.

Jennie would have almost thrown fists, would not have Lisa managed it to stop her.

So, the brunette was all the more happy now that she had almost survived the third school day of the week.

Only a visit to the library after her eight hours in that building she resembles with a psychiatry and a prison at the same time, stood between her and her much needed, free evening.

Normally Jennie could never be seen near a library or even near a book, but since it's pretty much impossible to write an essay about ancient Egypt and the creation of the pyramids without a book about it when you're forbidden to use Google, Wikipedia and the Internet in general, the brunette didn't have much of a choice.